[Qi Fu] Prisoner

9

Before returning to Zhang Mansion, there is still a place to go.You can feel the gaze of that person chasing after you. Sure enough, you still can't trust me?Although it is reasonable to doubt, there is still some frustration deep in my heart.

I don't know the relationship between the former Adjutant Zhang and Buddha, but I have to admit that Zhang Qishan does have a strange attraction, which made me occasionally forget my responsibilities in the past few days. In some moments, I almost accidentally became the "real" "Adjutant Zhang", especially when he looked at me with that look.

It was staring at the old man, full of nostalgia, caring, as if whispering to me.Perhaps "Adjutant Zhang" and him have enough tacit understanding to understand the meaning, but I can't.I'm not the former Adjutant Zhang, so I don't know what those eyes are saying.

Every time at this time, I want to get closer to him and understand him a little more, hoping that he doesn't see "others" through me, I think he is looking at me.

However, these are unnecessary thoughts, if it is just to gain Zhang Qishan's trust, such development will turn into a unilateral attachment to him.

In the past, did I ever have such conflicting emotions?And how to find a balance between the two?

Although I wanted to clear my mind, it wasn't enough to bother the officer. There was another thing that made me rather risk being discovered and pass the message over.

After turning into the alleyway, I finally couldn't feel the surveillance behind me, so I seized the opportunity to come to the activity base.

Golden City Hotel.

The officer said that it doesn't matter if people don't recognize us, as long as you go in there and ask for room No. 78, someone will find you by yourself.

There is no standard room No. 78 in Jincheng Hotel, but the receptionist still welcomed me to the back.It looks like a warehouse, full of sundries and no air circulation; there are windows on the wall, but they don’t seem to be external windows, and the light in the room is all illuminated by the light bulbs above the head, this closed and dark place Pressing space, for some reason, feels familiar to me.

Nausea.

After waiting for a long time, a woman came with black hair and a cheongsam.Will the officer send such a person?She also seemed to be hesitating, and asked me cautiously, "Adjutant Zhang?"

"it's me."

"If you have anything to report, take it out." She said, looking up and around, as if she was here for the first time, and full of uneasiness as if she was wary of a hidden weapon or someone suddenly came out.

"I want to see the officer, make an appointment for us."

"This is Zhang Qishan's territory. There are many eyes and ears. The officer will not agree. Besides, you can't leave for too long now. If you have anything to say, let me take it back."

Should I refuse?However, she is right, it is not easy to win a little space to come here: "I want to know, how many of our people are there in Changsha City? How many people like me are undercover around Zhang Qishan ?”

The woman frowned, and said urgently, "What happened to make you have this question all of a sudden?"

"There is a suspicious guy around Zhang Qishan. I don't know if it is an enemy or a friend. If it is an enemy, I would like to ask for help."

"Who are you talking about?"

Can't we simply pass on the word?Although I am disgusted with her questioning, but now is not the time to argue about this point.The atmosphere in this room made me very uncomfortable, and I just wanted to end the meeting quickly: "It's Xie Jiuye from the Nine Gates, I have an impression of him. However, I don't know which stage of memory it is."

The woman pursed her lips and stared at me without answering.

I remembered that in Zhang Qishan's office just now, Xie Jiuye said that he could help me restore my memory. After being rejected, he had an intriguing look on his face.

——He said, "Adjutant Zhang, you begged me not to forget it before."

I could feel the cold sweat on my back dripping down my spine, and I knew that I was starting to speak incoherently, but I couldn't control it: "I remember him, not from the data, but from a real impression. When I first saw him Not sure, but later we remembered, Xie Jiuye may have something to do with my forgetting, although I'm not sure what happened, but this person can't be trusted."

He was clearly talking to Buddha, but when he said this to me, he deliberately dismissed other people.So, does Zhang Qishan know about all this?Which side is Xie Jiuye on?

"This person can't be trusted, Xie Jiuye..."

I repeated this sentence, my heart was pounding, and I didn't know that he had such a great influence on me until I expressed my inner doubts.

The woman hands over a glass of water.I must have looked terrible, her pale fingers trembling slightly.

My throat was too thirsty, and it caused me to cough when I drank water, but after the cough, I calmed down a lot, leaving only the feeling of exhaustion lingering: "You, help me and the officer, I ask for help."

She didn't answer, she turned her back and took a box of things, pressed it on the table and slid it over: "This is for you from the officer. He anticipated this situation, and you can use it when you feel palpitations."

When I opened it, I found that there were tubes of injections inside, and the rows were full.

At this moment, nothing attracts me more than this.