"Our own?" Hawthorne smiled playfully.

"What does Tang Tang have to do with you?" he asked.

From Luoyi, under the instruction of Cai Dawei, he brought the inspection office's certificate. Only Tang Tang could order him to obey Cai Dawei's orders.

Kang Zheng was frightened when he heard the three words "Hawthorne" by himself.

When I heard the word Tang Tang again, my face felt as if dead.

"You are?" He didn't dare to think further.

If you want to continue, you will die.

"You think well, I'm the same as you, but from different departments, the secret service stations." Hawthorne was not afraid of revealing his identity.

Those who know his identity are dead.

"Let me go, spare my life." Kang Zheng begged, he was really scared.

Hawthorne's own identity is the greatest disaster.

"Paper and pen," Hawthorne ordered Xie Tian.

Xie Tian took out the prepared paper and pen from his pocket and handed it to Kang Zheng.

"Write everything you know, well, I can consider letting you go." Hawthorne pulled over a chair, sat on his butt, and still stomped on the edge of the bed.

"This." Kang Zheng shook his trapped hands.

"Unlock." Hawthorne ordered.

Xie Tian pulled Kang Zheng over, put it down, pressed his knees against his face, and untied the belt that helped him trap his hands.

Just as his hands were free, Kang Zheng counterattacked.

His fists hit Xie Tian in the chest.

Faster than him, Xie Tian pulled out a silent pistol from the inside of his thigh and pressed against Kang Zheng's temple.

Hawthorne remained indifferent to all this and continued to sway his knife leisurely.

After Xie Tian's muzzle pressed Kang Zheng's temple, he was as fast as lightning. His right wrist was horizontally stretched inward, and the tip of the knife quietly penetrated Kang Zheng's right shoulder blade.

Following with his left hand, he covered Kang Zheng's mouth tightly.

Kang Zheng whined a few times, grabbed Hawthorne's stabbing hand with his left hand, and his body trembled and fell on the bed.

"Be honest, labor and capital are not merciful people. The next knife is your heart." Hawthorne's wind was calm, as if the atrocities in front of him had nothing to do with him.

The blood surged out along the body, and Kang Zheng was extremely scared.

He raised his hand to take the paper and pen handed over by Xie Tian, ​​turned around and climbed to the wall, raised the paper, and stuck it to the wall. He endured the severe pain in his right hand and wrote down his confession tremblingly.

Without Hawthorne's teaching, after he finished writing, his right index finger was stained with blood from his shoulder blades, and pressed it on the lower right corner of the confession, on his name.

Hawthorne snatched the confession, read it from beginning to end, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's a pity that the people trained by the Party and the country do not even have half the integrity of the Communist Party. If Tang Jinsheng knew, how should he treat you?"

Kang Zheng kept Hawthorne's thigh: "Please, you can do whatever you want me to do, as long as you spare me."

Hawthorne nodded: "Okay, I won't let you do anything else, I just let you do one thing."

"What, you said, I'll do anything."

Hawthorne smiled maliciously: "Die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger decisively stabbed Kang Zheng's heart.

"You come and do it after you, remember to deal with it cleanly. I don't like clumsy people." Hawthorne ordered gloomyly.

"Don't worry, sir, I know what to do." Xie Tian didn't know Hawthorne, but he admired his decisive methods very much.

Hawthorne left first with his confession.

Just after he left, Xie Tian locked the door from inside, poked and scratched Kang Zheng's body with a knife, and then slashed it for more than a dozen times.

He lifted the bed sheets, threw away the luggage all over the floor, picked up a pillowcase on the bed, wrapped it with all the valuable things and knives, and jumped out of the window and ran away.

The next day, the railway station police station received a report from passers-by that a room on the second floor of Ke Laishun was wide open with blood marks underneath.

Based on this, the police found the hotel owner, knocked on the door but couldn't open it. He kicked open the door with a key but failed. He found that an unidentified man was stabbed to death by a knife, and all the valuable items he carried were taken away.

I asked the people downstairs and on the left and right rooms, but there were no suspicious clues.

The police station initially judged: "The victim may have opened the window at night, attracting thieves to climb into the window, awakening the victim during the theft, and stabbed the victim to death with the dagger he carried with him."

The police station told the boss Laishun to report it immediately if there is any suspiciousness. At the same time, the occupants should be managed and remind everyone to pay attention to safety in summer and close the doors and windows at will.

At 2 pm, Feng Yang called two rickshaws and waited at the door of the passenger port.
Chapter completed!