Wang Qingji took out his pistol and forced several little brothers in the room to go out to call a taxi.

Under the threat of Wang Qingji's pistol and under his slightest kick, several brothers ran out with a tough bullet.

Wenchang Street was empty. It turned out that there was no one. After a gunshot, there was no one left.

Several people searched for a long time and called a rickshaw.

When the rickshaw driver saw a person raising blood from his chest out of the room, he wanted to pull the cart and run away.

Wang Qingji pointed his pistol at the rickshaw driver and said viciously: "If you dare to run out, I will beat you to death!"

Ma Tuji was carried to the rickshaw car with all his hands and feet and could only sit and not lie down, so he had to sit next to him with a brother holding him.

"Run quickly! Go to Kanto Military Hospital!" Wang Qingji roared.

The coachman pulled up the rickshaw and ran. When he ran to a fork in the road, the coachman stopped again.

"Do you want to die? Why don't you run away?" Wang Qingji asked.

"I can go to Kanto Army General Hospital on both roads, I don't know which one should I go," said the coachman.

"Nonsense! Of course, you will go wherever you are close!" Wang Qingji almost made the rickshaw driver crazy.

This time the rickshaw driver ran faster.

After a while, Wang Qingji realized something was wrong. The rickshaw kept shaking up and down, and the dying horse picture album was also shaking on the rickshaw as if he was alive again.

Only then did Wang Qingji realize that they were walking on a large piece of bread stone. The entire street was paved with stones.

Wang Qingji felt that he was fooled by the rickshaw driver. He just stopped the car on purpose, just to dig a hole and let himself jump down and leave nothing to say.

Wang Qingji suppressed his anger and ran forward with the rickshaw.

When they ran to the entrance of the Kwantung Army General Hospital more than ten minutes later, several brothers carried the horse pictures, which were no longer dead or alive, out of the rickshaw.

"You two stay and beat him up! If you don't beat him, you won't even know him even if you don't know him!" Wang Qingji pointed to the rickshaw driver and said to the two brothers.

The next day at noon Fansboa urgently found Qian Xiaobao.

"Matuji died at the Kwantung Army General Hospital last night. Did you do it?" Fan Shibai asked straight to the point.

"Ma Picture Collection? Who is the Ma Picture Collection?" Qian Xiaobao asked back.

Qian Xiaobao didn't lie. He really didn't know who Ma Tu Ji was.

Fansbo's gray-blue eyeballs and Qian Xiaobao's black eyeballs have been matched for a long time but they haven't seen any problems.

"I just pressed all kinds of shit into my head! I don't even know what happened." Qian Xiaobao said.

"I asked several people around Wang Qingji this morning before I found out that Matuji was killed in a house opposite Leonia Brewery last night in the house opposite Leonia Brewery." Fansberg said.

"Is this horse picture collection Wang Qingji's subordinate?" Qian Xiaobao asked knowingly.

Fan Shibo nodded: "He and another man named Wang Pinqi are Wang Qingji's right-hand man."

Fansbo was very depressed. After this incident, Wang Qingji would probably not attack Nie Lixun. If so, the matter he carefully planned to escape would be ruined.

But if it weren't for Qian Xiaobao's actions, then who would have wanted to kill Wang Qingji?

Fan Shibo heard Wang Qingji's subordinates say that Wang Qingji was standing beside Ma Tuji at that time. The shot was probably aimed at Wang Qingji.

As a result, Ma Tu Jidian was shot in the chest with a shot.

Fansboa broke up with Qian Xiaobao with suspicion.

Nelison came to the synagogue to pray at dusk. As soon as he walked into the synagogue, he was surrounded by a group of people.

"Nie Lixun, be careful! I heard that there was gunfire outside your factory last night, and that was probably targeting you!" an old man said.

"Shakht, you have no knowledge of me. The man who was hit by a bullet opposite Leonia Brewery last night was already dead in the Kwantung Army General Hospital." Another person continued.

These Jews stared at Nie Lixun nervously. Most of them were doing business in Harbin. The frequent kidnapping incidents in recent years have made them frightened.

"Don't worry about me. Didn't you see it? I came by a car, and I also brought two bodyguards." Nie Lixun said calmly.

"What's the use of a car? Wasn't the poor Simon sitting inside the Cadillac yet being taken away by the kidnappers?" Schacht said disapprovingly.

The hostages that caused a sensation in the Madier kidnapping case were called Simon.

"The bodyguards may not be able to rely on them! Now Harbin is a Japanese who have the best of their own hands. No one can escape if they want to deal with!"

I don’t know who said something in the crowd. Everyone was silent. In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that the Japanese were hiding behind these kidnapping cases.

If the Japanese want to attack anyone, then he will definitely not be able to escape.

Neilson was nervous and was about to leave the synagogue after praying. An old man with a hunchback blocked his way.

"Mr. Nelison, I am Shavesh from Germany. Although we always meet here, we have never spoken. I have heard about you just now. Maybe I can help you solve the predicament in front of you." said the old man Shavesh.

Although everyone is Jewish, many people come here from different countries. Many people don’t understand each other’s language.

There is a huge difference between a Jew who lived in Russia for hundreds of years and a Jew who lived in Italy for hundreds of years.

Fortunately, Nelison and Shavish both came to Harbin from Germany. There was no barrier to communication with each other.

"I know you, Professor Shavish. But what can you help me?" Nelison asked. What can a down-and-out university professor help him in a foreign country?

Old man Shavish pulled Nelison to the corner and whispered: "I know a kind-hearted Chinese guy. He is from the Japanese Security Bureau!"

"Can the people from the Japanese Security Bureau trust?" Nie Lixun asked back.

"Of course the Japanese are not trustworthy. But that young man is definitely trustworthy! He has given me too much help over the past period of time, otherwise my wife and I would not be able to support the present." said the old man Shavish.

Many Jews are very rich. However, due to special reasons, many Jews were poor when they fled to Harbin.

Of course Nelixun knew this.

"Okay, I want to meet this young man." Nelixun said half-believingly.
Chapter completed!