After leaving the newspaper, Qinghan walked directly into the teahouse opposite.

Walking up the wooden stairs, Zhao Nan bowed to the ground with a smile: "Thank you Miss Qinghan, you have helped us a lot."

Qinghan smiled faintly: "I don't believe that Officer Xiaowu would be a serial murderer, I just want to help him once."

Zhao Nan nodded: "You have helped us a lot."

The two sat down by the window, and the waiter put on tea and dried fruit saucers.

"you……"

"you……"

The two of them spoke in unison and laughed lightly: "You talk first."

"Miss Qinghan, don't worry, I will definitely protect you."

Qinghan pointed to the stairs and said, "There are people from our Baoqing Gang downstairs. Mr. Huang handed over all the people here to me."

Zhao Nan secretly praised that the Shuangli girl on Hankou Wharf has grown up now, doing things steadily and maturely, organizedly, boldly and meticulously.

If I had... I could not think about it anymore if she and him were two parallel lines in life. They met by chance, and each extended to the distance and never intersected.

The two of them sat opposite each other and drank some tea. Qinghan was holding a small walnut in his hand. The walnut skin was very thin, and it was plucked by her pinching, but she didn't eat it, but just kept pinching it.

Zhao Nan asked: "You are a little nervous."

"Yes, I'm worried that Fang Qingyang is the real Fang Qingyang, not a shadow. Such a thing is too incredible. But if you are worried, it will be even harder to clear Xiao Wu's grievances."

"Xiao Wu, his uncle always has a way to save him. At worst, he can go far away and no one will look for him."

"It's different. Even if he won't be sentenced and will not lose his freedom, he will lose his pursuit of his dreams. Officer Xiaowu likes to be a policeman and likes to investigate cases. When I first met him, I thought he was a little sarcastic. In fact, he is still very sincere. I realized my dream and hope he can have the opportunity to continue being a policeman."

Qinghan's sincere eyes made Zhao Nan feel a little embarrassed. He lived too long and became smoother. Although he had good intentions, he was less energetic than a real young man.

Dreams, ideals, feelings, these things are worthless in his opinion. He has the length of life, but he has never thought about the breadth of life.

Just as he was pondering, Qinghan pointed out the window and said, "He is out."

Sure enough, Fang Qingyang came out with a briefcase and waved to a rickshaw.

"Is it really a shadow?" Qinghan couldn't help but talk to himself when he saw the man walking out without any fear in the sunlight.

"It's a shadow. You will find that in the sun, he has no shadow, because he is a shadow himself, but now this shadow replaces the main person." As he said that, Zhao Nan stood up, "It's time for you to continue playing, Qinghan."

He didn't say Miss Qinghan. Qinghan is now a partner who can fight side by side in his eyes.

Fang Qingyang made a phone call at the coffee shop and kept floating towards Dahua.

Soon, a slender figure appeared, and Fang Qingyang stood behind the sycamore tree and carefully observed the woman.

The woman looked at her freely and walked into the craft hall naturally.

This woman is indeed from Dahua Foreign Company, and she does go to the newspaper to contact the advertising business. But why did she mention Lao Chen? How much do she know?

Fang Qingyang looked around and found nothing unusual. He walked slowly under the tree along the edge of the road.

Since it is late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore tree have fallen, and only the branches are left pointing straight towards the sky. There is no cover for leaves. The sun is still very strong, but it is better than other places. After all, there is still a little shadow.

If someone looks carefully, you will find that the person's shadow in the sun is very faint, like smoke, as if the wind will dissipate.

Wawa, a ragged old man swept the edge of the street hard.

The edge of the broom swept to Fang Qingyang's feet. He glared at the old man and found that the old man was staring at him blankly. Fang Qingyang suddenly realized something and hurriedly looked down at his shadow. Sure enough, the old man stuttered: "Ghost, you are a ghost, you have no shadow."

Fang Qingyang hurriedly looked around. It was on the street, with people coming and going. He didn't dare to let the old man continue to shout, and whispered: "What, your eyes are blurred."

"No, you can't see it in a dim way, you're a ghost."

The old man hunched over and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he was reluctant to give in.

Fang Qingyang was anxious and worried that someone would find out, so he hurriedly took out two silver dollars and stuffed them to the old man: "Take it and take it, don't bother me." He said that, and waved to the distance: "Rickshaw."

When the old man saw him hurrying into the rickshaw, he was thinking about the silver dollar in his hand, and shook his head and smiled.

"The evil spirit, you are uncomfortable."

Fang Qingyang got into the car like he ran away, and the coachman ran away. He looked back and saw that the old man who was sweeping the floor was gone!

In just a moment, where can that person go?

Fang Qingyang thought about it and told the coachman an address.

A black car followed the rickshaw not far away and near, and saw the car stopping in an alley.

Fang Qingyang stood in front of a house and reached out to knock on the door. After a while, the door opened and a man looked out, as if he was talking to Fang Qingyang.

Zhao Nan had already stopped the car in the distance, changed into a long gown, and wore a top hat to talk to the person at the cigarette stall at the entrance of the alley. When he saw the man leaning out, he had already seen the person's appearance clearly: he knew this person, a market in Shanghai, who claimed to help people eliminate disasters and calm things, and he called him Long Er. He had had a fight with Ye Xian and the others before, but they all ended in failure.

After a while, Fang Qingyang came out. He stood at the entrance of the alley, called another car, and headed straight for his home.

Zhao Nan drove behind, and he looked out the window a little casually, suddenly wondering what the relationship between Fang Qingyang and Long Er is. This case is so big, Long Er has been in contact with him in the past and lacks ability, so he cannot be the mastermind behind the scenes. But Long Er... No, Long Er has been disagreeing with Wei Hanshi, probably because he has investigated a lot of Wei Hanshi inside and outside. He must have known that Qinghan and Wei Hanshi have had a close relationship. Thinking of this, Zhao Nan hurriedly found an intersection to turn the car and headed straight to Dahua Foreign Company.

It was already noon, and Qinghan walked out of the foreign business and planned to go to a nearby coffee shop for some simple meal. A Chevrolet car drove over in the distance. Qinghan didn't care. The car got closer and closer, but the speed became faster. Qinghan stood firm. She seemed to realize something was wrong and looked forward and left and right. At this moment, the car had already hit Qinghan.

Zhao Nan yelled and moved as fast as possible. He saw a figure flashing by. Qinghan had been gently led away by someone. Then several young men in short jackets ran out of the shops on both sides and surrounded the car that had hit the curb.

Zhao Nan stood up and his hands naturally clenched into empty fists. He knew that those must be from the Baoqing Gang, Qinghan no longer needed his hero to save the beauty, and she knew what she was doing.

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