Zhang Peifeng waved his hand and asked the guy to leave.

"When did you put it here?" Ye Se was shocked.

From last night to now, he has not been with Zhang Peifeng except for resting at night, and he is almost inseparable from other times, and Zhang Peifeng has no chance to take action.

Faced with Ye Se’s doubts, Zhang Peifeng did not answer and threw the thing in the back seat casually, seemingly not caring: “It’s better to have less of this kind of thing.”

This is a warning to care about friends.

Yese no longer avoided it, so he simply provoked it: "If you don't have this, how can you get the information?"

"I can save my life, can you?" Zhang Peifeng's words were a little hurtful, but they were very real.

The night was speechless.

Zhang Peifeng continued: "Do you know why I believe in selling information if I have money? Without faith, there is no responsibility. Without responsibility, there is little danger. I don't know if you are on the same line or on several lines. In short, you have saved me, and I can tell you that protecting yourself in the autumn of troubled times is the most important thing."

"Thank you for your teachings, I will think about it carefully." Ye Se did not continue to argue.

It is not a day or two between him and Zhang Peifeng, but one or two conversations can change the other party’s deep-rooted views and views, and there is no point in arguing.

"Send me to the Yique Lanshan Hotel," Zhang Peifeng said lazily.

"Don't hide?" Yese made fun of him.

"How to hide? Good days have passed." Zhang Peifeng sighed.

After his identity was exposed, he had no need to go back to the Wulou Guild Hall to hide.

Anyway, it won’t take a few days to know his whereabouts, and the Zhang family may come to hear the news, so he simply enjoyed the most luxurious life in the most advanced hotel.

This kind of enjoyment was almost forgotten by him.

Ye Se drove outside the Yique Lanshan Hotel, put down Zhang Peifeng and went home directly.

The radio station and password book must be hidden as soon as possible before he can have the heart to think about other things.

The next morning, Liu Dacheng changed into a coarse cloth double-breasted shirt, flattened his sleeves, a felt hat on his head, a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, and a cigarette pouch on his waist. He walked towards Qian Mazi Bathhouse on South Street.

After entering the door, a young man came over and took him into a room.

"Uncle, you are here." The guy nodded and bowed.

His parents and Liu Dacheng are from the same village. Since he came to work in the bathhouse, his family has asked him to call Liu Dacheng the uncle to show his affection.

"Baodan, how about it? Have I asked you to inquire about what I asked you to do?" Liu Dacheng asked.

Naodan wiped a chair clean with her sleeves, moved it under Liu Dacheng's butt, and replied in a low voice: "No need to inquire. From yesterday, the shopkeeper asked me to deliver it, sending four bubbles a day, and also ordered a note. After lunch, it was about one o'clock. I had dried the tobacco paste and went to deliver it in a while."

On the table, there was a small plate with diluted, dried and cut tobacco paste, a total of four pieces, each of which was a bubble.

Liu Dacheng took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it to the Naodan: "Go, buy a pack of cigarettes for uncle."

"Okay," Naodan took the money, poured Liu Dacheng a glass of water first, and then went out to buy cigarettes by himself.

After there was no one in the house, Liu Dacheng took out a small paper bag from his pocket, opened it, folded the paper outside in half, held it onto the cigarette bubble, and shook it.

The powdery object in the paper bag was evenly spread onto the smoke bubbles. After Liu Dacheng pressed it with his finger a few times, it was completely covered by the oily black smoke, and nothing could be seen from the surface.

Liu Dacheng sat in his seat and steadily drank tea.

Those powdery objects are "miyao". If you smoke the tobacco paste mixed with this "miyao", your body will soon become confused and eventually fall asleep.

He took this opportunity to go in and kill people, which was easy for him to take action.

More than ten minutes later, Naodan returned with a pack of cigarettes and the retried change.

Liu Dacheng took the cigarette and stuffed the change to the nanny: "Go and buy some food."

The bad egg thanked him very much: "Thank you uncle."

"Okay, thank you, I'll leave first, be careful to work." Liu Dacheng secretly finished the medicine and was about to wait outside the gate of No. 2o of Dingjia Hutong.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Naodan appeared outside the gate of No. 2o, Dingjia Hutong with a charming woman dressed in a charming manner.

He knocked on the door in advance according to the code agreed in advance.

Miao Le opened the door from inside, took the wooden box, looked up and down at the woman, muttering: "A traitor can enjoy it more than us."

The woman smiled sweetly, pushed Miao Le away, swayed her waist and walked in first.

Miao Le gave the money and explained to the Naodan: "Old look, I'll give you the cigarettes tomorrow, let's go."

"Yes, yes, sir." The no-dan took the money, bowed, and left here.

Liu Dacheng, who was sitting opposite a teahouse, watched all this from beginning to end.

He continued a pot of tea and continued to drink it slowly.

About half an hour later, Liu Dacheng left the teahouse and walked to a small path on the side of the yard. He stepped on a stone mill at the base of the wall, climbed up a branch on a tree, and jumped into the yard.

The four people in the yard should have fallen into a coma, and now they are foolproof.

He took out the dagger hidden in his arms and quickly walked into the main hall.

As he expected, Xiao Lei and Miao Le were lying softly on the big kang in the east room without any sense.

Liu Dacheng found the key from Xiao Lei and came outside the west room.

When Liu Dacheng opened the door, he was so scared that he called his mother.
Chapter completed!