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Chapter 27 Kung Fu
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in the courtyard on the west side of Gu's mansion, a window was quietly pried open.

During the day, the second young master Gu Qijiang met his long-lost younger brother in the bookstore, and met Miss Zhu Juanjuan again, so he was naturally a little excited.

He became more and more interested in the possible connection between the robbery in the bookstore and the disappearance of the second wife of the Gu family, and he wanted to study it carefully during the few months he returned to China.

After returning home in the morning, I deliberately went to the door of the room where the third young master lived, and found that the door was locked.

The copper lock is very strong, and the keyhole is extremely small, which means that it is very difficult to enter from the main entrance.

He quietly tested the maids who had served his younger brother before, and one of the maids accidentally slipped her mouth and revealed that it was his father's intention to lock the room.

It turned out that when Mr. Gu came back from the south, he saw that Qilan's room had been unoccupied for a long time, so he simply asked someone to install a lock, and no one was allowed to enter.

Gu Qijiang has always had the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the truth, and he will never give up on curious things unless he solves them himself.

It's the exact opposite of Big Brother.

Gu Qiming only asks for the same in everything, and he always does things sloppy; while Gu Qijiang, in modern terms, has a relatively severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In order to find out whether the book that the bookstore clerk gave to his younger brother is the same book collection as the book on the corner of the table in Qilan's room, the second young master of the Gu family is going to subvert his image tonight.

Qi Jiang first turned off the lights early, making the illusion of going to bed early.

He poked a little gap from behind the curtains, and concentrated on observing the lights of other rooms in the courtyard and the figures passing by in the courtyard.

After finally waiting for the lights to be extinguished in the large and small rooms, and the servants working in the yard to go back to their houses to rest, Qi Jiang was also ready to act.

When I first went to Japan, I planned to study literature, but later I felt that studying literature was useless, so I transferred to the army school to practice martial arts without telling my family.

Appears to be a gentle and elegant white-faced scholar, but in fact his kung fu is far beyond ordinary people, and it is easy to fly over the wall.

There is a reason for choosing Qilan's house as a breakthrough.

The second wife was the youngest daughter of a prince in the former Qing Dynasty. In the late Qing Dynasty, she lived among the people and was taken in by the theater. Later, she was sold to Mr. Gu as a concubine.

After she disappeared with many unknown secrets, the remaining things were moved to this "cold palace".

Qilan grew up in this depressing and sad room in a daze until she was 11 years old, and then inexplicably disappeared on the way to the royal cemetery to burn incense for the second wife.

Search the whole house carefully, and there is a good chance that you will find something important.

Qi Jiang changed into a nocturnal outfit.

Gloves, daggers, ropes and other items were stuffed into a small black close-fitting pouch.

He went directly to the roof, turned over lightly from the roof, hung upside down on the colorful pillar facing the window, turned sideways, and inserted the dagger into the window frame.

The moonlight shone on the blade, emitting a cool white light.The blade moved up and down flexibly, and the window opened a small gap soundlessly...

Before the magpie on the tree in the yard saw all this clearly, Qi Jiang had already entered the house smoothly.

He took out a military flashlight made in the United States, and took photos of the items in the four directions of the house in turn.

Looking down, he saw that the book on the corner of the table was still there, so he took it out and held it in his hand.

Next to the closet was a large box with a lock. He took out a lockpicking blade and opened it easily.

I reached in and looked through it. Besides the second wife's clothes and jewelry, there were also a few cloth-bound books inside.

There was a burst of surprise in his heart, and they all packed bags.I found five more photos and took them together.

Close the box, roughly restore the scene to its original state, and sneak back to his house along the route of the window.

There were no lights in the house.

Just by the light of the flashlight, I flipped through a book: I didn't know a single word!

I checked the rest of the books, and they were all filled with such unfamiliar characters.

Those few photos didn't seem to show anything, they were all pictures of calligraphy and painting buildings, and there was no second wife in them.

Qi Jiang hid the pile of loot under the bed, lay back under the covers, and looked forward to the dawn, so that he could go to the bookstore to meet Qi Lan.

The next day was the weekend and there was no school.Xiaofa corrected the students' homework overnight, and got up early in the morning to write lesson plans.

After the work is done and the sun comes out, people who are tired all night wash up and rush to the street.

Remember the appointment with Qijiang on the way.

Seeing that there was still time, I first bought fried dough sticks and soy milk on the side of the road.He didn't dare to tell his second brother the whole truth, if he was drawn over by the boss Qi Ming, his whereabouts would be exposed without a doubt.

The boy pretended to be lazy, turned left and right, and walked into the bookstore leisurely.

He arrived half an hour late on purpose, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Qi Jiang sitting and eating melon seeds while waiting.

"Second brother, I'm here, it's so early!" He greeted while nibbling on fried dough sticks.

"Third brother, this deep-fried dough stick is delicious, give me half of it!"

Qijiang didn't need his consent, so he just stretched out his hand to grab it.

He took another one and handed it over: "Here's a whole one for you, you have to wipe your hands before reading."

Qijiang tore the fried dough sticks with both hands and delivered them to his mouth. He didn't care about the appearance of the food at all, and praised while eating:

"It's so fragrant... I was craving fried dough sticks when I was in Japan, and I just came back and haven't had time to buy them yet."

After being addicted to deep-fried dough sticks, I took out a handkerchief and wiped my hands before opening the book bag and started chatting about business:

"Third brother, I went to the room where you lived to find several books last night, but I don't know the characters on them. You should also take a look to make sure they are in Manchu."

Xiaofa took the top one and opened it, his eyes lit up: "It's Manchu, and I only know a few numbers."

The second brother patted him happily: "How many do you know, I don't know any of them!"

Then bring the whole bag over:

"Third brother, I'll leave it to you. You won't be able to learn Manchu in a short while. You are responsible for reading these books. If you have any clues, let me know. It's best to go home with me, so we can communicate."

"After we got home, both of us will be under strict control," he couldn't help laughing, "It's not efficient to do things, it's better to cooperate with the inside and the outside."

Xiaofa suddenly thought of a question:
"Second brother, how did you get these canvas books? I didn't see them in the room when I went back last time."

Qi Jiang chuckled: "I can tell you, you must keep it a secret, and you can't tell Miss Zhu."

Looking outside the door, seeing no sign of Zhu Juanjuan, he said with confidence: "I got into your house with my kung fu, and I managed it by picking the lock."

"Are you really good at kung fu?"

He looked at the second brother who looked like a scholar, he was dubious, "It's not like."

Qijiang then took him to the door of the bookstore, picked up half a brick on the ground, stretched out his hand, and with a "shua", the brick immediately split into two in front of his eyes.

Xiaofa stared blankly, feeling scared in his heart: Be more careful in the future.The second young master of the Gu family is a real person who doesn't show his face, and has great fists and kicks.

(End of this chapter)