There was no light on in the bedroom, and the skylight filtered in through the window, making it hazy.
The door creaked open.
Mu Tian quietly walked in with a gun in his hand. He turned on the light, and the sudden bright light made him close his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw that the curled quilt on the bed was full of bullet holes, and there were scattered feathers on it. Those were down.
His pillow was smashed and spurted out.
Mu Tian rushed over and pulled back the quilt, revealing nothing on the bed.
He threw the quilt aside and lifted the bed frame.
Likewise, there was nothing under the bed except a tall enamel chamber pot that tipped over with a clang and rolled awkwardly on the floor.
Mu Tian heard a slight squeaking sound coming from the large wardrobe next to him, turned around sharply, and pointed his gun at the wardrobe.
But I saw that the wardrobe was full of bullet holes.
Mu Tian was horrified. He quickly stepped forward and touched the cabinet.
"Crack!"
The cabinet actually fell down, and the debris hit Mu Tian's face and fell on the floor, revealing a rough wall.
Mu Tian covered his face with his hands and slowly squatted down.
After a moment, he shouted: "Golden Tiger!"
Before the shouting ended, he stood up suddenly, kicked open the balcony door, and ran out.
He whispered "Golden Tiger, Golden Tiger!" and staggered around the balcony and threw himself at the railing.
"Bang bang!"
Low-altitude flares rise.
The streets were completely white.
"Da da da."
52 machine gun fired wildly, Tian Wenzhong's blood jumped out, and he struggled to the ground. Several fake police officers had no time to draw their guns and died under the continuous machine gun fire.
52 flames spurted out wildly, and the cars driving in from both ends of Fandli were hit and burst into flames. The fire was raging and thick smoke shot straight into the sky.
The pale street darkened for a moment. Pique rushed out from downstairs and ran to the opposite side of the alley. Jin Hu followed him out of the courtyard door.
Mu Tian, who was leaning on the railing, shouted, "Golden Tiger!" He climbed up the railing with his legs.
"Boom."
Mu Tian fell over and fell to the ground with a "plop".
"Detective, Inspector, wake up, wake up quickly!" Jin Hu's voice said.
Mu Tian opened his eyes,
What he saw were Yingzi, Jin Hu, Hu Ti, and Geng Yibiao, who were looking at him in surprise.
He reached out and touched it again, and found that he was sleeping on the ground.
"Are you okay? Jin Hu."
"I'm fine, Detective. You must have been dreaming, you rolled off the bed." Jin Hu suppressed his laughter.
"I hope you're fine. I had a dream, I had a dream. Why are you all here?" Mu Tian seemed to be still confused, climbed onto the bed, wrapped the quilt around him, and looked around at everyone.
Several people called "Inspector", and everyone seemed to have something urgent to say.
Mu Tian waved his hand impatiently, "Speak one by one, Yingzi, you go first."
Yingzi straightened her body and said, "Yes, Inspector." She looked around at the others with a proud look on her face.
"Just say it quickly." Mu Tian looked at Yingzi seriously.
"Why are you so fierce? You told us to be diligent in doing things, but now the sun is eighty-high and you are still sleeping in. How can you set an example and take the lead?" Yingzi's opening remarks were a bit out of tune.
"Okay, stop talking, let's talk about the last one. Jin Hu?" Mu Tian spoke very quickly.
"Reporting to the detective, I have nothing to say. I am here to send Miss Yingzi." Jin Hu bowed.
"Okay. Geng Yibiao, I remember this is your home. Do you have anything to do with me?" Mu Tian seemed to start to understand a little bit.
"Returning to the Inspector, this is Aunt Wan's home. I came from Qiao's Mansion. Mr. Qiao said that if the young master gets up, please go to Qiao's Mansion. It seems that there is something important to talk about." Geng Yibiao bowed.
"You straightened up to speak. Do you think you have something important to talk about, or did your master say that?" Mu Tian asked Geng Yibiao strangely.
"I'll ask you later. Eiko, what did you say happened in the detective agency?"
"Lu Zhiqiang called him early in the morning and told him that you agreed to meet him today to discuss it in detail. He said he would leave immediately and asked you to wait for him at the detective agency."
"I understand. You go back to the detective agency and wait for him. When he arrives, take him to a room in Yiheju to wait for me. Geng Yibiao, let me ask you, did your master give you the order after breakfast?"
"Back to the detective, yes. He read the newspaper and knew about the newspaper office. He also talked to Uncle Ji on the phone for a while. He seemed very sad. At this time, a gentleman named Qi Weimin came to visit the master. They talked for a while, Mr. Qi
After leaving, the master asked me to look for you, the young master." Geng Yibiao said tirelessly, fearing that he would miss something and make the young master unhappy. Geng Yibiao has been serving people all year round, so he understands that these rich people have a bad temper in the morning.
The worst part is that the person he thought of last night who owed money was the first person he met in the morning.
Yingzi added at this time: "The first thing I received was a call from Butler Geng, saying that Mr. Qiao was looking for you. I told you that you were not here, but you haven't come to work yet."
"I understand. Butler Geng, go back and tell your master to prepare 100,000 yuan for me and tell me that I am going to see an important person. After that, I will go to Qiao Mansion."
"I understand, young master." Geng Yibiao made a promise and turned around to leave.
"Hu Ti, are you okay?"
Hu Ti smiled and said, "I'm fine. It's just that you came back too late last night, so I was afraid you might need help with something."
"Exactly, you can follow me today. You guys go out first. Yingzi, you can go directly back to the detective agency. Tell the people on the first floor that according to what I told Lin Xiangyun yesterday, there can't be any mistakes. Jin Hu, you stay here and wait.
Send me and Mr. Hu to the newspaper office later." Seeing that Yingzi was about to speak, he pointed at her and said, "You call the rickshaw back. The fare will be reimbursed. Okay, you all go out, I have to change clothes."
Everyone left.
The first floor of the newspaper office was decorated as Li Zhongtian's mourning hall.
His body was placed among flowers, pines, and cypresses. The makeup artist at the funeral home had put makeup on him and erased all traces on his face. His face was peaceful, as if he was sleeping soundly.
Passers-by spontaneously came to pay their respects to Li Zhongtian, bowed in front of his body and paid homage to his remains.
The patrol room has dispatched enough patrol officers to maintain order.
The senior executives of the newspaper stood aside, as Mr. Li's family members, accepting the condolences of passers-by and giving thanks.
When Mu Tian and the others arrived, it was Ji Ruoxi's turn to stand at the front of the line as a family member.
Mu Tian and Hu Ti bowed three times to the body, and then looked at Li Zhongtian's face.
When he walked through the family appreciation area, he held Ji Ruoxi's hand and pulled her aside.
"What's going on? Does Mr. Li have no relatives?" Mu Tian asked anxiously.
Ji Ruoxi still shook her head sadly, "Mr. Li has never been married and has no children. His other relatives are only a nephew, who is far away in the United States. He has already sent a message of condolences, and it is estimated that it will take more than a month to arrive. And there is him.
There is a rickshaw driver, Uncle Liu, who pays monthly fees all year round. Mr. Li has always regarded their family as relatives, and also supports Uncle Liu's son Liu Zihan to study. However, this child is now studying in Peking Union Medical College. He has other friends who will have to wait until tomorrow.
Arrive."
"Who is the Prime Minister?"
"My Uncle Yao."
"Take me to him."
When they found Yao Lishun, he was directing the handymen to lay out the "Selected Works of Li Zhongtian "Blood and Ink"" that had just been printed and bound from the printing factory in the basement, with a strong scent of ink. This was Ji Fenglin's order to be printed overnight.
As a gift, it was given to the people who came to mourn him. Ten thousand copies were printed at the beginning. It included Li Zhongtian's early news works, mainly current commentaries and essays. Ji Ruoxi explained to Mutian.
Mu Tian looked at the printed anthology and said, "I will pay for printing an additional 100,000 copies."
Ji Ruoxi looked at Mu Tian in shock and said nothing for a long time, then looked at Yao Lishun and said, "Uncle Yao, you heard me."
Yao Lishun bowed deeply to Mu Tian, "I understand, miss. I will inform the printing factory right away."
After Yao Lishun finished speaking, he was about to leave, but Mu Tian grabbed him.
"Why didn't you prepare mourning clothes?" Mu Tian asked.
"I'm ready, but Mr. Li is alone and has no filial sons or grandsons behind him." Yao Lizhun said helplessly.
"Where are they all? Bring them here."
"It's right behind. Go get it, Lao Zhang." After Yao Lizhun ordered the handyman Lao Zhang, he looked at Mu Tian with extreme suspicion.
"Mutian, what do you want it for?" Ji Ruoxi asked confused.
"I understand, he used his life to fulfill me," he looked at the pile of new books of "Blood and Ink" again, "He was once a warrior, and I will fulfill this filial piety!" Mu Tian's face now showed
The seriousness and perseverance of burning oil are revealed.