Yang Lin wore a black suit and a wide-brimmed top hat.

In the thick night, no one could find his shadow.

He quietly avoided his own guards, and also avoided the patrol route of the disciples of Jingwumen and British soldiers outside the courtyard, passed through a small wood, and merged into a street.

There are tall buildings and people passing by.

Although it was already ten o'clock in the evening, it was still brightly lit.

Various signs, red, blue, green and yellow, shining, making them very lively and prosperous.

"In this era, Shanghai is known as the city of never sleeping, also known as the Paris of the East. Merchants and nobles from all over the world come and go here, and indeed create a superficial prosperous scene."

If I hadn't seen the old, young, young, and young men and women who were unclothed and their eyes were blank and dull.

Yang Lin really wondered if he had traveled back to modern times again.

Compared to Hangzhou, there are obviously two worlds here.

At first glance, the foreigners I saw were no fewer than Chinese.

There are birds singing around.

Of course, Yang Lin did not take advantage of the night to enjoy the night view, nor did he want to see how rich the "big world" is, and how skilled the technicians are.

He came out to investigate the clues of Huo Yuanjia's poisoning.

He took a rickshaw.

With the coachman's awe-inspiring eyes, he headed straight to Hongkou District.

This is the destination.

According to Nong Jinsun, Qiuye lives in a garden villa at the end of Wusong Road Street, only a wall away from Taihe Hospital.

At this time, with Dr. Akino's conscientiousness and responsibility, he should still be on the front line of work.

In other words, he is still treating patients and has not gotten off work.

Yang Lin lowered the brim of the hat, and under the gratitude of the driver's crying, he ignored the humility of the other party bowing to the end, and walked into Hongkou District.

Following the signposts, I walked around several streets and came to Wusong Road.

He felt all over the way.

This is from Britain, from France, and from Japan...

It's not China's territory.

He saw short men with black hair and black eyes everywhere, thin and humble, and the ones bowed their heads and bowed.

The Japanese are arrogant and proud.

The lights are as bright as day, and all the buildings and shops opened along the street are Japanese-built and shops, restaurants, raw fish shops, dim sum shops, clog shops, satin shops, and kimono shops...

You can hear the sweet voice of "Yila-Xia Yima Yisai" everywhere.

I just want to hook you into the store.

Two or three thousand Japanese people live permanently, and three thousand Japanese vanguard troops are entering. Thinking about it, I know what the scene will be like in Hongkou District.

They have a far-reaching vision.

I want to build this place into another Japanese city and an offensive bridgehead fortress.

However, Yang Lin does not need to care about the military's actions for the time being.

Those soldiers were stationed outside and did not enter the living area... He just went to the hospital and would not meet in theory.

Taihe Hospital has arrived.

“What can I do for you?”

A nurse came up to him, first asked in the bird's voice, then saw the confusion in Yang Lin's eyes, and quickly changed: "Sir, do I have anything to help you?"

‘It turns out that I’m not Japanese.’

Yang Lin couldn't help but be amazed at the nurse's quality and asked with a smile: "I'm looking for Dr. Akio, where is the first floor he is?"

"Akino-kun, he is on the left side of the second floor, the largest office is the one. Do you want me to lead the way?"

"No, thank you."

Yang Lin smiled and went up to the second floor by himself.

Akino wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked very gentle, with gentle eyes and slow speech.

He is indeed very famous, and there are many doctors who come here to see him. It's so late and he is still queuing up.

Among them are Japanese, Chinese, and British and French.

But no matter where you are, Akino will have a friendly conversation in the other party's native language.

He pointed out the reasons for the disease in a few words, prescribed a good prescription quickly, and called the nurse to get the medicine.

The attitude is really impeccable.

Yang Lin finally understood how could Nong Jinsun, a key member of the Tongxin Association who had seen the world, have a good impression of this Dr. Akino.

In fact, some people have a kind face and are born with a sense of trust.

If it weren't for his prejudice, Yang Lin would probably not have doubted him.

Yang Lin glanced at him, lined up for a few minutes, secretly recorded Dr. Akino's appearance, and found an excuse to turn around and leave.

After leaving the hospital, no one paid attention to him.

He found a coffee shop on the corner of the street, ordered a cup of bitter coffee, and sat down and passed the time slowly.

It was not until the wall clock rang on the wall that he saw a familiar figure walking out of the hospital door.

Yang Lin threw down the tip and pretended to follow him casually. He soon saw Qiuye enter a garden villa.

He was not in a hurry either.

Walked straight forward, walked around a street, and dived in from behind the villa.

At this time, his figure was more flexible and more ghostly than before.

It's even harder to detect.

According to the light distribution, I touched Qiuye's study.

But I saw that the doctor was not resting at all and was not rushing for any documents.

Instead, he sat on a chair, quietly looking at the window, with a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"not good."

Yang Lin's pores exploded and his temples stinged.

The heart, lower abdomen, eyebrows, throat, all have chills...

A breath that was even sharper than an arrow was already sensed or seen by him one step ahead of time.

"This is a gun, dozens of guns have been aiming at it long ago."

"Just wait for me to get into the trap."

With a change of thought in his mind, Yang Lin immediately understood the situation at this time.

His head buzzed and he rose up without thinking, climbing over the stairs and landing in the hall.

The bullets capsized like a rainstorm, and more than twenty gunmen rushed out of the dark houses around them.

"Kuluo is Yalu..."

Some people shoot, some people hold too much knife and chase after them.

Yang Lin landed on the ground, his feet kept flashing, and his figure flashed beside the floor-to-ceiling glass.

He stretched out his hand, held a shiny slinging pole, and his toes fell on the wall, flew backwards, and the pole in his hand turned into a silver snake.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

In the midst of a series of dull sounds, all seven of them were bleeding from their necks and they screamed and fell to the ground.

Seven Snake Disc Gun.

If you want to ask which marksmanship is most suitable for group battles, Yang Lin believes that it is Zhao Zilong's Seven Snake Disc Spray Spray from Changshan.

You don’t need too strong attack ability. There is no sign of attacking. It is fine, soft and dense, and it is pervasive.

As his body floated, he quickly left and right, and he would kill him.

Countless bullets, as soon as they aimed at him, there would be a qi sensing, which would hurt so much that he could avoid it one step ahead of time.

At this time, he realized that the body and eyes are not eyes.

But, it's better than the eyes.

You can sense any tiniest attack first, estimate the strength, speed and threat, and then block or avoid as appropriate.

Bullets are naturally difficult to block.
To be continued...