Chapter 65: Conclusion
No. 715.
Pei Xingzhi was filled with anxiety and paced back and forth in the corridor. Meng Wanqiu had been gone for three or four hours, but he could not follow her or inquire about her.
"Do it!"
Pei Xingzhi looked up and found Bai Fengyao walking towards him. His face was serious, sweat was on his forehead, and his breathing was a little rapid. It was obvious that he came in a hurry.
"Master, why are you here?"
Bai Fengyao slapped Pei Xingzhi's shoulder in annoyance. "You little brat, you hid such a big thing from me."
Today, Bai Fengyao, worried that something had happened, had both the couple taken leave. He went to their home to check on them, but they were gone. He asked his neighbor, Uncle Feng, but he didn't know either. In the past, the couple would always let him know, or Uncle Feng, whenever they went somewhere, so they wouldn't worry if they couldn't find them.
Now the two men left without saying anything. Bai Fengyao knew something had happened and quickly asked the soldier who was following him.
He still had some say in the July 15 incident, so the other party did not hide the matter from him and told him about Meng Wanqiu.
After learning what had happened, Bai Fengyao immediately drove over.
Pei Xingzhi poured Bai Fengyao a glass of water and pulled him to sit down. "Master, don't worry about this. Xiaowan and I can handle it."
Bai Fengyao glanced at Pei Xingzhi and didn't rush to drink the water. After his breathing stabilized, he took a sip slowly. "If you can handle it, you won't have to sit here for so long."
On the way here, Bai Fengyao had already found out everything from others.
Pei Xingzhi pursed his lips. In fact, he was also hesitating whether to tell Bai Fengyao and Meng Mingxia, but Meng Wanqiu refused.
The master worries so much about them, and Meng Mingxia is also in the army, maybe on a mission. It would be best for the couple to handle this matter themselves.
Bai Fengyao sighed, he was still too young.
"You wait here, I'll look for Director Zhong." Bai Fengyao stood up. Director Zhong was the director of the 715 Institute, the highest leader, and also Bai Fengyao's old friend.
If Bai Fengyao goes to find this person, the other party will give him face, and Meng Wanqiu's problem can be largely solved.
"Master, wait a moment, let's talk about it after Xiaowan comes out." Pei Xingzhi called Bai Fengyao. The situation was not yet to the point where Bai Fengyao needed to go find Zhong Suo.
Bai Fengyao waved his hand, "Xiao Wan has been gone for so long, I'll go check on the situation, you just stay here."
Pei Xingzhi frowned, but did not stop Bai Fengyao. He was indeed a little worried about Meng Wanqiu's situation.
That Leng Han doesn't seem like an easy person to get along with.
Pei Xingzhi moved to the window, looked up at the entrance of the valley, narrowed his eyes, and saw a military green jeep coming towards him.
In the car in the distance, Meng Mingxia secretly glanced at the bundle on the legs of the old Taoist priest next to him. The hint of golden red made Meng Mingxia's eyes instantly full of admiration.
Before, as soon as the old Taoist priest entered Song Zhen's office, his hands shook, and the package in his hand loosened, and the golden and red medals and certificates of honor fell all over the floor.
Song Zhen and Zuo Shan widened their eyes, but Meng Mingxia's mouth corners slightly raised.
He is indeed an old Taoist priest, so strong.
"Oh, I'm old and my hands and feet have no strength. Please forgive me, Chief, please forgive me!" The old Taoist squatted down and put the medals into the cloth bag with trembling hands.
"Hey, old comrade, please sit down. Let us take over. You sit down." Song Zhen and Zuo Shan hurried over, one helped the old Taoist priest up, and the other picked up the medals and certificates on the ground.
The old Taoist pretended to be polite and said, "Alas, how can this be so embarrassing? Let me do it myself."
"No, no, no, you are the senior, let us, the younger generation, come."
Meng Mingxia also came to help, looking at the glittering medals, first-class merit, second-class merit, special merit...
He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. Did this old Taoist priest provoke the Japanese in his youth? He must be a killer.
No one thinks these medals are forged. They are all specially made, and the origin and destination of each one are clearly recorded. It is simply a fantasy to want to forge so many.
Song Zhen respectfully helped the old Taoist priest to sit on the sofa, then quickly got up to make tea.
Zuo Shan gathered the pile of medals on the ground into a package, tied it up carefully, and placed it in front of the old Taoist priest before respectfully asking, "Senior, what brings you to our military region?"
Song Zhen poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of the old Taoist priest. "Yes, senior, I heard that you came to see me specifically, but what's the matter?"
Meng Mingxia stood aside, watching the old Taoist priest slowly blow away the foam. "This is what I mean. I'm here to testify for my little apprentice, to prevent her from being misunderstood and getting into trouble."
Song Zhen and Zuo Shan exchanged a glance, both puzzled. Finally, Zuo Shan asked, "Senior, who is your disciple?"
The old Taoist priest put down his teacup and raised his eyelids. "My apprentice? Weren't you discussing this before? Look, it's his sister."
Speaking of this, the old Taoist pointed at Meng Mingxia.
Song Zhen and Zuo Shan: ...
Meng Mingxia's pupils dilated slightly and the corners of his mouth curled up. As expected.
"You, how did you know?" It has only been two days since the incident with Meng Wanqiu. How did the other party know about it and how did they find their military region?
The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course I calculated it." His tone was very matter-of-fact.
Song Zhen's heart trembled, and he managed to calm down. But Zuo Shan lost his composure and loudly refuted: "How is it possible?"
The old Taoist priest glanced at him, his lips slightly parted. "Why, you don't believe me? You, Zuo Mingshan, were born in the 17th year of the Republic of China. Your family lives in Mingyang Town, Penghu County, Z Province. Your father, Zuo Xun, passed away three years ago. Your mother, Mei Xueying, and your wife, Zhang Hui, have three sons and one daughter. Your eldest son is in the military region of S Province, your second son is in the military region of G Province, your third son is currently attending military school, and your youngest daughter is still a child..."
"stop--"
Zuo Shan's face darkened. "These things can be found as long as you pay attention..."
"These can be found, so I'll tell you something that can't be found." The old Taoist priest stood up, walked behind Zuo Shan, pressed his shoulder, and pointed his finger three inches below his left shoulder. "Here, on April 7, 1951, at the Battle of Pingheling, a bullet lodged in the shoulder bone. Here, at the Battle of Songfeng, a shrapnel wound. Here... and this, on January 27, 1953, at the Battle of Gushangpo, a penetrating wound."
Zuo Shan's face turned completely black, and he was speechless with a gloomy face. Everything the old Taoist said completely overturned his worldview.
Song Zhen sighed. There were so many strange things in this world. The world they knew was just one of the thousands of faces of this world.
"Senior, please stop talking. We juniors believe it."
“Second brother!”
As soon as the jeep stopped, Pei Xingzhi saw Meng Mingxia getting out of the car and hurried down from upstairs.
Meng Mingxia looked at Pei Xingzhi and punched him on the left shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Pei Xingzhi shook his head, "Second brother, do you know everything?"
Meng Mingxia nodded. "The army came to talk to me early this morning."
Talk? It won't bring any trouble to Meng Mingxia, right? Pei Xingzhi's eyes were filled with worry.
Seeing this, Meng Mingxia punched him again and said, "What are you imagining? We're all family. I'm fine."
"Do it." Song Zhen shouted.
Pei Xingzhi hurried over to greet him, "Uncle Song, why are you here too?"
Song Zhen patted his shoulder and said, "I just stopped by to see you. Don't worry, Xiao Wan is fine now. Don't worry."
Is everything alright? Pei Xingzhi wondered.
"Hey, you must be my son-in-law. Master is here, why don't you come over and pay your respects to me, Master?" The old Taoist priest had noticed Pei Xingzhi long ago and observed his face. He had a full forehead, a square chin, clear eyes, and ears higher than his eyebrows. He was a very intelligent man.
Although his fate was unfortunate in his youth, his luck will turn for the better in his youth. The rest of his life will be smooth sailing, whether he is an official or a businessman.
I couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. As expected of their family, they are all very lucky.
When the old Taoist priest called him like that, Pei Xingzhi looked over in surprise and found that there was another white-haired old man wearing a Taoist robe. The man opposite him looked thin, but energetic, with a ruddy complexion, and seemed very healthy.
Pei Xingzhi's eyes turned to Meng Mingxia, who leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Didn't grandma take Xiaowan to visit an old Taoist priest when she was little? It was this old Taoist priest who said he predicted that his young disciple, Xiaowan, would be in trouble, so he came to help her solve it."
Pei Xingzhi opened his lips slightly, with shock and confusion in his eyes.
Little apprentice? Wanwan clearly learned all those things in her previous life, and she had never had a master before, so where did this master come from?
Although he thought so in his heart, Pei Xingzhi's face was full of excitement. He went over and held the old Taoist's hand, "Master, it's all because we young people were careless. I'm sorry to bother you to come here."
The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, and he felt more and more favorable towards this kid. It turned out that the people under their tutelage were all evil. Bah, cunning, bah, smart.
I almost scolded myself.
On the other side, what is Meng Wanqiu doing?
Ever since she finished fighting with Su Xuan, Leng Han had been unusually silent and quickly helped Su Xuan up.
"Captain Leng, I have no feeling in my hand." Su Xuan said with a helpless smile. One of his hands was numb and his whole body was in pain.
It was so embarrassing. I didn't even see the person's movements clearly before I was killed.
Moreover, the other party is a pregnant woman.
Oh God, please send a bolt of lightning to kill him!
Leng Han lifted the hand that Su Xuan said was numb. His wrist, elbow, and shoulder joints were all dislocated, but Su Xuan said he didn't feel anything.
Leng Han glanced at Meng Wanqiu and wanted to reset Su Xuan's dislocated hand.
"Wait, his arm will be broken if you do that." Meng Wanqiu stopped him.
Leng Han paused, and Su Xuan, who was lying down, was frightened into a cold sweat by Meng Wanqiu's words.
He almost became a cripple.
He stared at Meng Wanqiu with cold, dark eyes, made way for her, and let her come.
Meng Wanqiu was naturally embarrassed for hurting someone. It was just a competition, and she had no grudge against Su Xuan. She was so cruel this time just to prove something to Leng Han.
She stepped forward, bent her knees slightly and squatted, first pressing a few acupoints on Su Xuan's hand, then quickly pressing, pulling, and thrusting.
After a few crisp sounds, Su Xuan's hand returned to its original state, and Meng Wanqiu began to take his pulse again.
"I can heal your old injury. If you believe me, come to my house after this is over." Meng Wanqiu felt embarrassed for having hurt someone for no reason.
If it was a complicated disease, Meng Wanqiu might not have any way to deal with it, but this kind of old injury formed later in life is simply a common occurrence for the killer, and she can do it with ease.
Su Xuan heard this and sat up excitedly, "Can it really be cured?"
He was originally a member of Leng Han's team, and often took on various dangerous and special missions. However, since he was injured, he recuperated in the hospital for two months and was forced to switch from the front line to an office clerical job.
For Su Xuan, who once fought on the front lines, leaving the familiar smell of gunpowder was simply torture for him.
"able."
Meng Wanqiu didn't say much, but the simple word "can" contained full confidence, which made people unconsciously convinced.
Leng Han's eyes flashed slightly. When Meng Wanqiu helped Su Xuan put him back in place, his eyes were always on her. Seeing Su Xuan so excited, he did not stop her.
As a comrade, he certainly understood Su Xuan's feelings. As the captain, he hated himself for not being strong enough and felt heartbroken for the other party's experience.
Now, hearing Meng Wanqiu say that she had a method, Leng Han was very grateful to her in his heart.
After Su Xuan left, Meng Wanqiu sat back in the chair, folded her arms across her chest, crossed her legs and looked at Leng Han with a rather arrogant attitude.
"Well, now you can finally believe it?"
Leng Han continued with a cold expression, "I believe it, but this cannot completely clear you of suspicion. You can go back, but you must accept our supervision in the future."
"Hey! You guys are not allowed to be like this. Why are you monitoring me? I didn't hurt anyone or do anything illegal." Meng Wanqiu stood up angrily and slammed the table. She stared at Leng Han unconvincedly. The corners of her charming peach blossom eyes turned pink with anger, as if she had put on blush, very beautiful and charming.
Leng Han put his hand to his lips, hiding the smile on his lips. He ignored Meng Wanqiu's words and turned away. "Someone will come and ask you to sign something later. After you sign, you can leave."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
Meng Wanqiu was left alone, biting her lower lip and staring at the door, as if she mistook the door for Leng Han himself and wanted to stare through him.
Not long after, a young man in uniform came in and gave Meng Wanqiu a document and asked her to sign it.
Meng Wanqiu opened it and took a look, and found that it was a safety guarantee, guaranteeing that she would never do anything illegal or criminal.
Meng Wanqiu groaned inwardly, full of rebelliousness at this moment. She would never let them know even if she did it.
Just like that baby-faced guy, she drugged him before he left, but he didn't notice.
However, Meng Wanqiu still signed it. She still had to go home to live with Pei Xingzhi and raise children, so she naturally couldn't offend this guy named Leng.
He angrily wrote his name with such force that he pierced the paper.
After signing, Meng Wanqiu followed the young man who brought the documents and left. After turning a few corners and going up two flights of stairs, she bumped into Pei Xingzhi and others at a corner of the stairs.
"Xiao Wan/Wan Wan."
"Second brother."
Seeing Meng Mingxia here, Meng Wanqiu rushed up to hug him in surprise. The last time they met was two months ago.
"Hey, little ancestor, be gentle, you are so pregnant."
Meng Mingxia said to be careful, but his body was very honest. He smiled and hugged his sister.
Seeing that Meng Wanqiu was fine, Pei Xingzhi finally felt relieved. However, when he saw that Meng Wanqiu was the first to pounce on Meng Mingxia, he felt jealous again.
After the brother and sister had finished being intimate, Meng Wanqiu came over and held Pei Xingzhi's hand.
Pei Xingzhi finally felt much better. Meng Wanqiu held his hand tightly and turned to ask Meng Mingxia, "Second brother, why are you here?"
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