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Chapter 491 Assassination Object
The visitor was dressed in a long black gown, and his hair was neatly tucked into a suitably tailored silver-gray hat.Between the gestures of the hands and feet, they are elegant and dusty.

The girl is dressed in a man's clothes, handsome and handsome.If it wasn't for the lightness and lightness of a butterfly when it landed, Qilan almost didn't recognize it.

"Miss Jin, are you back so soon?"

The boy's eyes sparkled with surprise, "I guess you didn't go far last night."

The girl took off her hat and smiled at him: "Xiao Lan is really smart. I'm going to see Long Yun. I was afraid you would stop me, so I told a harmless lie."

He didn't suspect Xiao Jin's motive for leaving at first, so he logically thought that she went to find Qi Jiang alone.

When Tianming saw that she had changed her outfit and came back, he suddenly felt that this matter was not easy.

However, since he was able to generously admit that he did not tell the truth last night, it can be seen that he has a certain degree of certainty in his heart.

But why did she hide it?
Waves of confusion surged up in Qilan's heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.

After a fierce fight yesterday, they almost died in each other's hands.

She is not afraid of the one-handed fight that ordinary people would avoid.

Could it be that there is a hidden mystery in this matter?Could it be that who is setting the trap again?
He was worried and observed quietly.

Her eyes were calm, and there were no new scars on her body.Except that the dress is different from when going out, it seems that there is no difference.

Just as he was fascinated, Xiao Jin walked in front of him with light steps, and lightly tapped his forehead:
"Don't be dazed. Come in."

The door closes.Apart from Qilan, there was only Chen Xing leaning against the wall, snoring.

At the table, Qilan struck a match and lit an oil lamp.Pulling three chairs, Xiao Jin immediately understood and waved his hands lightly:
"There's no need to call him. I'm just talking to you about it."

A brocade bag was untied from his waist neatly, landed on the table silently, and slipped to his hand.

She looked into the boy's eyes, and her tone was not as calm as before, but slightly excited:

"This trip was not in vain, it was rewarding. Open it and take a look."

Qilan took out the contents of the brocade bag, glanced at it, and stuffed it in again.

His heart was beating wildly, and he asked in surprise:

"Miss Xiao Jin, Long Yun gave you this photo?"

She nodded: "Yes, an assassination mission to be carried out recently. The target is this person."

His palms were trembling, and he made up his mind to ask, but he heard the sound of "squeak, squeak": a gust of wind outside the house shook the windows--
"Shh!"

Little Gold pressed his fingers to his lips, stood up vigilantly, and went to the window to check.

She pressed the paper on the window and listened for a while, making sure that there was no one outside the window, so she was relieved.

"Actually, I've been back for more than an hour. I walked around the eaves several times, but I didn't see anyone in the yard."

"What is the purpose of that stick of incense in the kitchen door?"

"Signal," she rapped on the table firmly, "probably came in because she asked me to go out and talk about something. You followed us all the way, and you are very light-hearted. You are worthy of being the leader of the killer group."

He tried his best to understate it, but before going to the appointment, Xiao Jin was also apprehensive.

He didn't bring any weapons around him, so he was ready to die with his bare hands, or even die together.

That black shadow was ahead, like a dark cloud floating in the dark night.

Even with a kitchen knife thrown by Qilan on his arm, Long Yun still walked along the streets and walls without any obstacles under the blessing of lightness kung fu.

Xiao Jin followed her around and walked through the streets and alleys. Finally, the two of them tacitly stopped in front of an inconspicuous inn.

This inn is not an ordinary place to eat and stay, but a secret contact point established by a killer group.

Long Yun turned his face, his eyes met her head-on, he took a quick look, and then quickly moved away.

"Go upstairs, the old place."

They got into a familiar small room one after the other.

Long Yun sat down first, closed the door casually, lowered the bamboo curtain on the window, and then pulled off the black gauze mask.The scars left during the day were treated with medicine, and the red scabs formed.

There was no blood on the clothes where the kitchen knife cut.It must be wearing protective equipment, so that there is no skin and flesh.

Xiao Jin lowered his head, picked up the teapot, and poured two cups of tea.

The tea was shaking, and the flickering candlelight was reflected on the water surface, dragging my thoughts back to the past.

In the past few years, whenever Long Yun received a task from above and needed her to go out, he would make an appointment here to discuss the conditions and remuneration in detail.

This time is different.

The person opposite is no longer the leader, and she also has a "traitor" hat on her head.

"It's so rare that you can still trust me tonight and go all the way here."

"I have worked under your command for eight years, and the black ones can't be white, and the white ones can't be black."

Long Yun finished drinking a cup of tea with a sullen head, his eyes had a sharp cold light.

"Let me ask you, what's the origin of that kid? He stabbed me once and then slashed me again. He's so daring!"

"I wonder if he is your apprentice? But it doesn't look like you taught him skills."

I don't have time to listen to her digging into Qilan's body.

Xiao Jin sneered, took the tea, and splashed it towards the corner of the wall, forcing the speaker to shut up.

"Following me all the way and asking me to come out temporarily with the signal incense behind my back, it must have taken a lot of energy and time. Why don't you put aside the trivial matters and hurry up and talk about business."

Long Yun raised his sleeve, took out a piece of stiff paper, and put it on the table.

"The higher-ups issued an order today to wait for an opportunity to kill this person before the end of the month."

Xiao Jin took a photo and stared at it silently without changing his expression.

A man in his 40s, with a refined face and a smile at the corner of his mouth, can be called the temperament of a modest gentleman in classical poetry.

"And who is lucky to be on the assassination list of the police station?"

"This person's background is definitely not small. But the masters didn't reveal any information. I thought about it, and I didn't know what to do, so I came to you."

"I think it's a big problem, which made you go to great lengths to make an appointment for this interview. You have been practicing for many years, and you still need to find a traitor to handle the matter?"

Long Yun interrupted her teasing seriously, and promised:

"I'm afraid this person will be extremely difficult to deal with. Please assist me in completing this mission. On the day the matter is completed, I will tell you the secret of your life experience in return."

Xiaojin narrated in detail, Qilan took the photo and fell into deep thought.
In the morning, Mrs. Chen cleaned up.

Hearing Lin Mi crying in the room, he quickly put down the broom and knocked on the door, hugged and comforted the teary-eyed child until she fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

Mrs. Chen gently stroked her hair, and was about to get up and go back to make breakfast, when the tear-stained girl was talking in her sleep again:
"Mom, Dad and I are looking for you."

"You went back, why haven't you written to us?"

Her warm palms caught a string of hot tears, and her eyes were moistened.

Suddenly, I went back to the past, and the smiling face of a little girl flashed past.

"If Mian'er is still alive, this year will be exactly fourteen."

Just like when Chen Xing saw Bai Zhi, he couldn't help thinking of his dead sister.

Mrs. Chen looked at Lin Mi who was calling her mother in her dream, and felt similarly.

The mother who lost her daughter sighed and wiped the corners of her eyes.She couldn't bear to leave and continued to stay by the bedside.

　Thank you readers, today we celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival and eat rice dumplings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)