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Chapter 29 Ambush
"Qijiang, Qilan, I have something else to do, so I'll be back first."

Zhu Juanjuan remembered that he had an appointment with friends in the morning, so he said goodbye to them.

"Miss Zhu," Qi Jiang walked in front of her, his eyes full of warmth: "I have a car, and I want to see you off."

Seeing that her second brother was interested in Miss Zhu, Xiaofa was determined to fulfill him, waving her sleeves smartly:

"Second brother, Miss Zhu, I have a lot of books to read, goodbye." After speaking, he picked up the heavy bag of books and left.

Zhu Juanjuan watched his back for a long time before following Qijiang into the car.

I'm sorry for the second young master just now, taking his car home should make him feel better.

Xiaofa walked northward along the street where he came, towards Mr. Zhang Lao's house.

Now relying on one's own strength, it is impossible to finish reading these Manchu tomes in a short period of time.

The only helper I can think of right now is Mr. Zhang Lao.

He works as a teacher at a university in the city. There is a history department in the university, and some auxiliary materials can always be found; on weekends, the old man should be at home.

When turning into the familiar alley, I heard a few dogs barking behind me.

Turning around inadvertently and taking a look, what he saw made his heart tighten: several masked people wearing hats were whispering not far away, as if they were staring at something——
Could it be that their goal is themselves? !

It's time to be vigilant!

Who is Gu Qilan?This identity doesn't mean you don't have to do it if you don't want it!
Will the third wife and Gu Qiming let him go easily?
Now that his leg injury has not healed, and he is still carrying a bag of books, it is quite difficult to get rid of these bad guys quickly.

Picking up a black brick on the ground in the alley, although not very useful, is better than being unarmed.

A thought flashed in my mind: Don't hurt the old man!
Turning around and striding in the opposite direction, a torrential rain of footsteps sounded clearly behind my ears:

The gang followed him!

With Qi Jiang's good kung fu, it would not be a problem to knock down a few, but it is still unknown whether he can escape now.

His forehead began to sweat, since he is a dignified man, how can he be caught without a fight?
He didn't look back all the way, speeded up, and the group of people behind him also speeded up.

Little Fa knew what they were waiting for:
At present, it is still in the downtown area, with a dense flow of people. If there is a fight, it will attract police arrest;
When he passes through this bustling area and turns into a relatively deserted street, those people can take the opportunity to attack...

He walked in shock every step of the way:
Scenes of street murders that I have seen in film and television dramas in the past appeared in front of my eyes. After two days of peace and tranquility, fate may be about to stage another big drama.

A piece of clear water ahead came into his vision: the familiar Houhai!
The night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Mi and he paddled a boat in this lake for a while.

The boy's water skills are average, he is carrying a book, and has a leg injury. It's not that he doesn't know the depth of the lake.

If you jump into this lake now, the book will sink to the bottom.

Maybe I can insist on swimming to the distant shore, maybe I will bid farewell to the world in the aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake.

The boy looked back anxiously, and the group of people were already less than ten meters away from him.

The two leaders were still holding black lacquered pistols in their hands.

He ran to the seaside in a few steps, tied the book bag tightly, closed his eyes, and plunged into the deep lake water.

Seeing this, the people on the shore were confused:
"I jumped into the lake!"

"Everyone who can swim will go down, and those who want to live!"

……

The boy was struggling to swim forward in the water, surrounded by the sound of water all over the sky.

The book bag absorbed the water and became heavier and heavier, like a sandbag that restrained his speed. The stitches on his legs were soaked in the lake water, and the pain was excruciating.

If you want to run for your life and throw away this bag of books, the speed will be much faster; but thinking of your promise to your friends and the responsibilities on your shoulders, you grit your teeth and continue to swim forward with difficulty.

After swimming for a long distance, I finally showed my head on the lake and took a breath.

Looking back at the shore, no one seemed to be chasing him.

He relaxed a little, and continued to swim on the water.

It's uncomfortable to stay in the water, and if you persist for another half an hour, you will be able to reach the nearest shore, and then you can think of a way...

Just as he had exhausted most of his strength in the water and was not far from the shore, a boat suddenly approached him.

Before he had time to dodge, he was hit hard on the head by an oar!
This sudden change made him at a loss, as soon as he let go, the bag sank naturally.

Some of these books are from the second wife, and some are from the museum.

The second brother and Miss Zhu paid a lot to get them.

Their trust and concern for him became the last strength in his heart.

swim over!Swim even if you die!
Holding his breath again, the boy dived into the bottom of the water, swam to the book bag with all his strength, and grabbed it in his hand.

Holding the book firmly, he resurfaced, delighted to see that he was getting closer to shore.

When I was happy, I forgot the boat that came over just now, and got another oar on the head!
There was a red halo in the field of vision, and the boundary between water and sky became more and more unclear. Besides the sound of water, there were indistinguishable noises in my ears...

Blood oozes from Zhang Xiaofa's head, and his consciousness begins to blur.

Subconsciously grasping the book bag: If you want to sink, let's sink together...

The lake water choked into the nose, smelling like water plants, and even more bloody...

In an alley a few streets away from Houhai, Mr. Zhang Lao was walking in the yard of his home.

He didn't know that a teenager encountered a long-planned ambush on the way to find him.

Zhu Juanjuan's heart suddenly twitched violently as Qi Jiang was driving at the intersection of the busy street.

She grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and shouted:
"Second young master, I was careless just now, Qilan is carrying so many books back home, what if he encounters bad guys? Turn around!"

Qijiang felt that it would be a bit of a hassle to go back after driving for a long time, but the third brother's life was at stake, so he agreed.

With all his strength, he turned around and quickly went back along the original road.

When passing by Houhai, Zhu Juanjuan saw a lot of people with guns and a large circle of onlookers on the shore, and he felt ominous.

She had a sore nose and couldn't help crying: "Second Young Master, stop quickly, let's go to the lake to have a look..."

Qijiang stopped the car, opened the door with her, and hurried to the shore.

Before approaching, Zhu Juanjuan recognized a familiar figure among the group of people:

Sergeant Liu!The last time she took Qilan's portrait to the police station, he was the one who received her.

Zhu Juanjuan looked nervous, and ran over with her skirt in hand, and heard some discussions in the crowd:
"Just now a boy was chased here by a group of people and jumped into the lake..."

"A handsome boy in white clothes..."

"I was carrying a bag in my hand when I ran for my life..."

"..."

Tears flowed down his cheeks and fell silently on the sand.

She looked up at the vast lake, walked into the lake step by step, and said to herself: "Qilan, I'm sorry..."

"Miss Zhu, don't!"

The last sound heard before losing consciousness came from Qijiang.

(End of this chapter)