"Tian Qiang, you are still young. I just don't want you to sacrifice. I hope you can understand." In the warehouse, Zhuge Wenxiang whispered to himself. Then he took out a revolver from the towel next to him, checked it carefully, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it. Then he opened another tile on the floor, put it in, and covered it again.
Then he walked out.
"What is this woman going to do? Is it possible that she will die together with this fake?" A long-legged mosquito still following Zhuge Wenxiang said to himself.
If Zhao Zhihong was real, Gao Lingyu would not need to be intubated. But the other person in question is fake.
Plus this woman is still red.
While Maori Chuying was still humming a ditty in the shower, Gao Lingyu immediately took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a sentence.
"Chiji~"
Under the control of Gao Lingyu's ability, a sparrow flew to the window. Gao Lingyu stuffed the note into his mouth and controlled him to fly away quickly.
…
The third floor of Peace Hotel.
The door to suite No. 308 is open. Inside the suite, Zhuge Wenxiang is immersed in taking care of it silently.
When she made the bed, she discovered that a little kitten had been lying there for some time, and there was a crumpled note next to the kitten.
"Cat? When did you come in?" Zhuge Wenxiang frowned and looked outside the door, but found no one.
"Meow~" The civet cat meowed meekly at Zhuge Wenxiang.
"Little guy, this is not a place for you to come. Be obedient and go back quickly." Zhuge Wenxiang smiled and touched the cat's head again.
Instead of resisting, the tabby cat even nuzzled her palm.
"It's quite cute." Zhuge Wenxiang fell in love with this black and gray kitten at just one glance.
"Note?"
"Why is there a note?" Zhuge Wenxiang finally paid attention to the crumpled note.
"What seems to be written on it?"
Picking up the note, Zhuge smelled the fragrance and looked at it. After reading the above content, that clean oval face suddenly changed.
"Who...who left this here?" She was full of surprise.
He quickly put the note away and ran out of the room. He looked to the left of the corridor and then to the right, but he didn't find a single figure.
"Was this note already on the bed before I came in to clean?"
"Pfft~"
In order not to be discovered, Zhuge Wenxiang decisively closed the door.
He took out the note again.
"607 Zhao Zhihong is a fake and cannot be killed!" This is what the note said.
"Fake?"
Zhuge smelled the fragrance and had a pretty face.
She quickly recalled in her mind Zhao Zhihong's appearance and posture when he entered the Peace Hotel not long ago.
"About 1.7 meters tall, with a kind face, slightly fat, bald, not smoking, and a mole on my nose."
"The characteristics are consistent. Why do you say he is a fake?"
It's puzzling. Zhuge felt extremely puzzling when he heard the fragrance.
"There seems to be writing on the back?"
Zhuge Wenxiang found something unusual on the note.
Quickly turn the note over.
"I know where your revolver is hidden. Please believe me, Comrade Zhuge!" This is the text on the back of the note.
At this time, Zhuge Wenxiang's cheeks were filled with shock.
"Comrade Zhuge..."
"Could it be that 'he' is one of our own?"
But how did this person know where she hid the gun? Even her brother didn't know where her revolver was hidden. Only she and Mr. Faison knew.
"Did Mr. Faison tell him?"
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Zhuge Wenxiang hurriedly found Mr. Faison.
In the suite, she explained briefly and clearly what she had just experienced.
After Feisen listened and read the crumpled note, his pupils dilated visibly, and he was no less shocked than Zhuge Wenxiang.
"Miss Zhuge, only you know the location of the gun. I know it. I didn't tell anyone." He shook his head quickly and suppressed the shock in his heart.
"Then how did the other party know?" Zhuge Wenxiang's face was extremely ugly, and his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
You can see her emotions at this time.
"..." Feisen was speechless.
Because he didn't know how to answer at all.
But if this person can reveal their details so clearly, he must be an expert in the organization who has never been exposed.
"Mr. Faison..."
"Miss Zhuge, stop this assassination mission. This gentleman knew everything about us but did not report it to the Japanese. There is no doubt that he must be our own comrade.
So this Zhao Zhihong must be, as he said, a genuine fake! Fei Xiang said in a deep voice.
He quickly took out a box of matches, went to the bathroom, burned the note, and pressed the flush button to destroy all traces.
"Who is he? Who is he?" Zhuge Wenxiang was still immersed in disbelief, and in his mind, he was imagining the true identity of this person.
It's a pity that she couldn't think of it at all.
"Miss Zhuge, you continue to clean up the room, I'll go out for a while." Feisen left a word and left in a hurry.
Zhuge Wenxiang did not interfere. Mr. Faison must have left to meet with comrades outside, lest they almost fall into a Japanese trap like him.
"Meow~" The civet cat next to Zhuge Wenxiang's feet meowed at her again.
"Kitten, are you hungry?" Zhuge immediately felt warm after smelling the fragrance, squatted down and touched the civet cat's brain.
No, I'm not hungry, I'm just free. Gao Lingyu slandered.
…
607.
"So where is this Zhao Zhihong?" Gao Lingyu frowned on the sofa.
At this time, his soul had separated from the civet cat and was possessed by a long-legged mosquito, looking through the window glass of the suite next door. Using soul transformation, he possessed the body of a long-legged mosquito in the suite.
In this way, he successfully sneaked in.
Yes, Gao Lingyu's ability, as long as his line of sight is not blocked, all the small animals he sees can still use soul conversion to possess them again.
"I feel so comfortable after taking a shower. I feel much more relaxed." On Gao Lingyu's side, Maori Chuying walked out of the bathroom and sighed with a smile.
"Miss Maori, you have timed out." Gao Lingyu looked at his watch. This Japanese woman actually took a bath for twenty minutes.
"Gaojun, don't worry about these trivial things. Nothing is happening outside." Maori Chuying said coquettishly.
Gao Lingyu simply shut up.
"Gao Jun, why don't you take a shower too?" Maori Chuying came to sit down next to Gao Lingyu and crossed her legs. Her legs are very white.
"No, I just washed it this morning." Gao Lingyu was indifferent.
"Okay, let's forget it after washing." Maori Chuying curled her lips, feeling that Gao Jun was a little boring, so she leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.
