At 9 o'clock in the morning, Tiananmen Square in front of the Great Hall has already started to receive tourists, and there will be an endless stream of people here until the evening. This is just a square. If there is anything to see, there is really nothing to see, but this square has a very different meaning to Chinese people. The meaning of this place is to carry the symbol of the struggle of that generation of Chinese people, especially the monument in the middle of the square. It tells the life and fighting spirit of countless soldiers and horses.
The Buick parked in the parking lot near the square. The driver, Xiao Li, carried the occupants out of the car according to Mr. Zhao¡¯s instructions, and then the three of them walked towards the square together. Xiao Li was also very strange. Thinking about why Mr. Zhao had to get out of a comatose vegetative state, and then he had to come to Tiananmen Square.
This place is neither suitable for seeing a doctor nor recuperating. You say you can bring someone to see the scenery, but this person is still unable to wake up. Xiao Li is quite confused.
The three of them walked under the Monument of Heroes, Mr. Zhao and Xiao Li ordered: "Put him down, you go back to the car and wait for me, I will call you when you leave"
"Ah, okay, then you should always pay attention, it is very hot now and there is no shade here, so don't stay outside for too long."
Elder Zhao waved his hand and said lightly: "Go."
After Xiao Li left, Cao An was placed by him under the monument to lean against, and Mr. Zhao looked down at the fainted Xiang Que with his hands behind his back and was silent.
The tourists who came and went turned their heads to look at the old and the young in surprise, and some even took the initiative to point to the fainted Xiang Que and ask him if he could do him a favor and send him to the hospital .
Mr. Zhao basically shook his head and told the other party that he was just tired, and it would be good to close his eyes and rest for a while.
The parking lot of the office building on Chang'an Street.
Xiao Liang and Decheng returned and got into Iveco. In the car, Zhang Xiaolong and Gao Gaoyong were debugging the monitoring and camera equipment.
Not long after, the screen on the notebook was switched on. There were three screens in total. The first one was on the fire hydrant in the corridor, then the potted plant at the entrance of Liu Kun¡¯s office, and the last one was the bathroom door on the inside. At that time, noisy human voices began to be heard from the bugging equipment at the same time.
"There are very few people in the company. I glanced at the work and it seems that there are only five or six people. They are all idle and have nothing to do. I put down the water and walked around in a daze. No one asked me. The awareness of prevention is too low. "Yes," Decheng said with his lips curled up.
"Just a bunch of small white-collar workers in the company. You still expect them to all graduate from the police academy. I guess they wouldn't have thought that someone would plot against this company."
"It's a pity, we can't get that safe out and we can't open it, otherwise we can just rob it during the daytime, and save it when they trade. It's too troublesome." Wang Kunlun clapped his hands and looked at it. Biao said: "Okay, let's just squat in the car before the transaction. We will settle all the eating, drinking, and messing around here. I don't know how long we'll be squatting when we go out to buy some food later."
As soon as Wang Kunlun finished speaking, the message on his mobile phone rang. When he opened it, he saw that it was from Yin Mengtao.
"Liu Kun and I are already heading to the company now, and the people from Maoshan are also on the way, and they will arrive before noon."
"Shua" Wang Kunlun frowned slightly, and replied a message: "Why is the time earlier? Isn't it in the afternoon or evening?"
"Isn't that the reason for you Liu Kun received news that a group of big bosses were going to hold a small-scale gathering in a certain clubhouse in the capital to study investment in the old industrial base in Northeast China. Tonight, after he heard the letter, would you say that you are not interested?"
Wang Kunlun was stunned for a moment. It was just a coincidence. Chen Sanjin's efficiency was too high, so he brought the whole thing into shape so quickly?
"Okay, I see. If it's convenient for you, please keep us informed." Wang Kunlun replied a message to Yin Mengtao.
"Try your best, let's not talk about it, it's not very convenient here"
Wang Kunlun coughed dryly, and said: "Be more energetic, the plan has changed slightly, and the other side has traded ahead of schedule, after noon"
Tiananmen Square, approaching noon.
Cao An was still leaning against the monument, while the old man dozed off in the shade behind the monument like an ordinary old man shopping, ignoring Cao An behind him.
At noon, it is the time of the day when the yang energy is the heaviest, when the sun rises and the yin qi converges.
The sun shines on the square, and a straight central axis suddenly appears in the middle of the gate tower facing the monument. This line connects the Tiananmen gate tower and the Monument to the People's Heroes, but no one pays attention to the passers-by on the square. , take that shaft?? Think of it as a shadow.
"Shua" Zhao Lao opened his eyes, got up and moved his hands behind Cao An's body, raised his head and squinted his old eyes to look at the inscription on the monument, and at this time Cao An on the ground suddenly frowned slightly.
"The people's heroes are immortal." When Zhao Lao's eyes fell on the last word on the monument inscription, his fingers gently stroked the last hook of the rotten word.
Perhaps no one has noticed that this monument has been standing for decades since it was built, but there are three extremely inconspicuous small letters engraved under the hook of the last word.
The characters are very small, even if you paste them, you may not be able to read them clearly.
Those words seemed to be the name of a person.
"Zhu Chungang"
"Here, I owed that old man too much back then. After all, I have to pay back what I owe. It seems that this cause and effect must fall on you." Mr. Zhao stretched out his hand to grab Cao An's arm, and put his palm on it. On the cornerstone below the monument, his fingernails were lightly scratched on Cao An's index finger, and a blood mark appeared, and a trace of blood suddenly oozes from his index finger and flowed on the monument, and strangely, Cao An's blood did not Instead of flowing down, it actually slowly extended upwards towards the top of the monument.
Cao An's brows were furrowed even tighter at this moment, and his eyelids loosened and trembled.
The blood flowed more and more, converging into a blood line, winding and circling from the last rotten character to the top of the monument.
The square was crowded with many tourists, but no one noticed the strange blood line on the hero monument standing in the center of the square.
After a long time, Xiang Que's fingertips stopped bleeding, but at this moment, the eight characters on the inscription reflected a dazzling brilliance against the sunlight.
This word was inscribed by Taizu himself before the founding of the People's Republic of China, but this monument was cast at someone's suggestion.
At the same time, it also includes the more than 200,000 floor tiles laid on the square!
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