Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Last Twist

If it is said that Huang Mali and this Li Yanan are the same person, but in terms of age, there are still some doubts. According to the legend, Huang Mali is quite old and ugly.Be at least thirty years old.And this Li Yanan, her age seems to be no more than thirty-five years old.Besides, she is so pretty. In addition, from many aspects, this beautiful courtesan is indeed very similar to that mysterious female spy. He thought, if these two people were really the same person, then if he coveted some small fish, he might have let a big fish go. Damn it!Why didn't I think of this last night!

No wonder, that woman showed that kind of smug smile last night. He jumped up from his seat, throwing away the cigarette tail.Like chasing his lost soul, he raced out the door and jumped into an old little Austin parked outside. He decided to go to the house at No. 24 Haipeng Road to try again. Can he regain the lost opportunity? While the wheels were flying, he formed another more specific outline of the Park Road murder case. He guessed that the shot dead Chen Miaogen and the other villain Zhang Huailin must have caught the woman's past. What an important secret at that time, and wanted to blackmail her greatly.Because of this, the murder on the night before was caused.And that Huailin, perhaps the night before, was also one of the blue gods of death on the list.Because he and Chen Miaogen have always come out together.And the reason why he was saved from death was only due to an accidental fluke.

He felt that his conjecture was at least not too far from the truth. From this point of view, Meng Xing's report, the so-called US dollar extortion case, may have some reason. The car arrived at Haipeng Road at a considerable speed.He didn't drive the car straight to gate twenty-four.He stopped the car from a distance, jumped out of the car, and locked the door.Relighted a cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth.Then, he walked slowly towards the mansion. It was a deserted road, and the day was as quiet as the night.Looking up, the structure of this small western-style building is more delicate than what you see at night. Looking in from outside the short wall, the house is as quiet as a tomb, and it seems that there is no one inside.There are two bicycles leaning against the short wall, one of which is a three-gun brand sports car for women.He glanced at it quickly and didn't pay much attention.

The small iron gate on the short wall was still ajar.He gently pushed the door open, stepped on the stone steps, and reached out to ring the electric bell. Immediately someone came out to open the door, and the person who opened the door was the little girl from last night—Xiuying. "Ah, Mr. Lu, it's you." With a calm smile on her face, the girl moved away and let him walk in. The girl's air made him a little strange. She ushered Lu Ping into a quiet reception room, beckoned him to sit down, and then she said: "Mr. Lu, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"You know I'm coming?" His eyes lit up. The girl nodded.She added: "Mr. Lu, you forgot your hat with us last night." She went back to a hat rack, took off the fedora, returned it to him with both hands, and then said: "Sir, please wait a moment, there are still things." This girl is like a little fairy in "Arabian Nights", she walked out of the room lightly and then came back lightly in a gesture of coming and going without a sound.She handed two things to Lu Ping and said, "Miss Li has a letter and a gift, and I asked me to pass them on to you."

"A letter? A gift? Give it to me?" Lu Ping took a beautiful little envelope and a small blue velvet box from the girl. The handwriting was very beautiful, and for some reason, his hands trembled a little when he took the letter.He quickly opened the letter. I saw that the letter said: The words in the letter, like the Koulisa wine from last night, have a rather sweet taste, but also a considerable excitement, how true is this? He read the letter three or five times at a stretch, and opened the small blue velvet box, and the brilliance of diamonds shone before his eyes. A lonely emptiness filled his heart.He didn't know what to do or say.He stepped out of the lonely reception room in a daze, and he didn't even realize what the little girl was doing standing in front of the open window, holding a small handkerchief.

He solemnly put the letter and the small blue velvet box into his pocket.He walked out of the small western-style building in a daze.He put on his hat and went to his little Austin. After walking twenty or thirty steps, suddenly, there was a burst of explosion overhead.Almost like the night before, boom!boom!boom! The KNOX hat flew up on his head and fell to the ground. He hurriedly turned around, only to see a young man in a suit, sitting crouched on a bicycle, heading away in the opposite direction, leaving only a small black dot! Pick up the cap on the ground and look, there are three small gun holes in a row!

He rushed back and saw that only one of the two bicycles on the low wall remained.The women's three-gun sports car was gone. what!she!It was she who shot him.Just aim a little lower... well, why didn't she aim a little lower? At this moment, his emotions surged into an uncontrollable wave.He completely forgave her venom and fangs; he had even unconditionally believed what she had justified herself last night!He felt that nothing in the world would be cuter than this woman! The little mole was floating faintly in front of his eyes. Panting, he ran to his little Austin.He is swearing that even if he loses ten lives, he will chase this woman back, no matter to the end of the sky or the corner of the sea.

However, when he opened the car door with his head down panting, suddenly, an aging face was reflected on the glass of the car door. It was like a big bucket of snow water, which suddenly poured on his head. Lost nothing. Poor, the distance between them is too far! Feeling lost, he stepped into the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel, and turned the car around. The sun has moved to the west, and on that lonely road, on that lonely car, on that lonely heart, it has smeared a pale patch.