Yan Zihui and Song Shanqiao were both assassinated and were admitted to the hospital. Jizhou City began to clean up again. As Yan Zihui's fiancée, Yi Huan had to visit her fiancé every day. The news outside was speechless. Some newspapers said that Yan Zi was shot six times, namely the head, left ear, left shoulder, left chest, right arm and abdomen. Some newspapers said that Yan Zihui was shot several times and was shot into a sieve. Some newspapers said that Yan Zihui was dead at all, but for the sake of the overall stability, it was not announced.

"What's all about this is a mess." Yi Huan threw away the newspaper, took Yan Zi's handful of peeled melon seeds, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

"The news was released by Zhang Shaochuan." Yan Zi leaned back on the head of the bed. Taking this opportunity, he could rest for a few days and let those ghosts emerge.

"When are you going to wake up?" Yi Huan has worked very hard these days.

"Wait a little longer." Yan Zi smiled faintly, and the fox was about to reveal his tail.

The two were chatting, and Zhang Shaochuan knocked on the door and came in. "Seventh Young Master, Mr. Song wants to stand out and tell the public the truth. He doesn't want to pretend to be seriously injured anymore, which makes people laugh. He said that he is not afraid that the conspirators will send people to assassinate him again, saying that the great cause of the republic revolution will not stop because of his death. If he falls alone, thousands of people will stand up and fight for the unification of China and the republic."

Yan Zihui's face was slightly dark. He didn't care whether Song Shanqiao died or not, but he couldn't let Song Shanqiao ruin his affairs, "I'll go see him."

"Xuanling, then I'll go back first." Yi Huan picked up the bag and said.

"Will you come in the afternoon?" Yan Zi asked.

"Do you want me to come, or don't you miss me?" Yi Huan asked playfully.

Yan Zi looked back at her and said, "I want to do it again, but I don't want to do it."

"Take delicious food to see you in the afternoon." Yi Huan finished speaking and left lightly.

Yan Zihui went to see Song Shanqiao. Before he could say a few words, the earth suddenly shook with the huge explosion. Song Shanqiao did not stand firm and hit the wall with his head heavy, and a big bag suddenly became swollen. Yan Zihui held the cabinet, stabilized his body, and asked loudly: "What's going on?"

Someone outside immediately went to find out what happened. After a while, he hurriedly ran over to report, "Seventh Master, I don't know why someone threw three bombs into the hospital. Two bombs exploded, and the left side of the hospital building was blown up." After pausing, he added, "Ms. Yi is injured."

Yan Zi heard this back and rushed past, and opened the door and wanted to go out. Song Shanqiao grabbed his clothes, "Young Master Yan Qi, you are still unconscious now, you can't go out."

"Let go." Yan Zi replied in a deep voice.

"No, what you said just now is still in your ears. Why do you completely forget it for a woman now? Xuanling, don't be in love with your children, and put the great cause of revolution first." Song Shanqiao advised earnestly.

Yan Zi pulled out the corner of her clothes, "I will arrange things, you don't have to worry."

Song Shanqiao watched Yan Zi walk back and shook his head and sighed, whispering to himself, "It is embarrassing to be so emotional, and the future of China cannot be handed over to him."

Yan Zihui didn't know that Song Shanqiao changed his mind because of this little thing, and wanted to support others and compete with him for the unification of China's power. He hurried to the operating room, and Yi Huan had already entered. Seeing Tengxuan standing next to him sending Yi Huan out, his head was covered in dust and blood on his body, "You are also injured."

"Captain, a small injury is not a problem." Tengxuan replied.

"Go to the injury." Yan Zi sat back on the chair, staring at the door of the operating room.

Tengxuan knew that his leader was afraid he didn't have much time to deal with the matter, so he ordered the guards to protect Yan Zihui, and he stepped down to arrange the aftermath.

Thanks to a bomb that was a squid, although the power of the two bombs was great enough, because Yan Zihui and Song Shanqiao were moved in, many patients who were originally hospitalized were transferred away. There were not many people in the hospital building. The bomb only killed one nurse and injured seven or eight people. Yi Huan was not injured by the bomb, but she was hit on the back of the head by a splashed brick.

Yan Zihui was fake and unconscious, and Yi Huan was really unconscious. Looking at her daughter who was lying on the bed, shaved hair, wrapped in thick gauze and pale face, Yi's mother cried, "Xiao Si, wake up, Xiao Si."

Yi's father also asked the doctor with a worried face, "When will my daughter wake up?"

"Ling Yuan may wake up soon, or maybe..." The doctor paused, his voice subsided, "I will never wake up."

"No, no, no." Yi's mother was unwilling to accept this cruel fact.

Yan Zi was not in the ward at this time. After seeing Yi Huan come out of the operating room and handing her over to Yi’s father and mother, he went to investigate himself, "No matter what, at all costs, you must find the person for me. Two assassinations within five days are very good, very good. Since these sluts want to anger me, I will let them know the consequences!"

Tengxuan and others stood aside and listened, not daring to persuade him to calm down. These people were too arrogant. If they did not respond strongly, not only would Yan Zihui lose his dignity, but even the northern Chinese government would be faceless.

"Catch all the suspicious people, torture and investigate the source of the bomb, and be sure to find out the murderer behind the scenes." Yan Zi replied sternly.

The assassination at the railway station has attracted the attention of all parties. The matter has not come to an end yet, and the hospital explosion has occurred again. Everyone is eagerly looking forward to the emergence of "evidence" to see who is behind the murders against Yan Zihui twice in a row.

Two days have passed, and it has entered January 1924. Yi Huan is still in a coma and the explosion has not progressed. Yan Zihui's eyes were covered with bloodshot. He insisted on continuing to interrogate despite the persuasion of everyone. At this time, Tengxuan entered the interrogation room, "Seventh Young Master, Mr. Song said he still has something to do and wants to leave Jizhou."

After experiencing the bomb incident, Song Shanqiao felt that the assassination was targeted at Yan Zihui. He was implicated and worried that it would be dangerous to stay. After discussing with Governor Yan, he decided to leave Jizhou, go to Xicheng, and then go to Shanghaicheng.

"Old man." Yan Zi cursed back, "Let him get out." What a pioneer of the Chinese democratic revolution, what a great pioneer of the Chinese democratic revolution, is just a verbal speculator. He no longer has to pretend to be unconscious, and the surname Song does not need to stay.

With Yan Zihui's consent, Governor Yan asked someone to take Song Shanqiao onto the train, and only a few people took him away. When he came, he was very popular and quietly left. Not many people paid attention to this matter, and everyone's eyes were focused on the hospital. If the fourth lady of the Yi family could not be saved, Yan Zihui would be single again, and Mrs. Yan Qishou would have to choose a new person.

Yi Huan was still lying in the ward, and many people were thinking about her location. On that day, Mrs. Yan called Yan Zi back, "Xiaoqi, come back for lunch, I have something to tell you."

"Mom, I'm very busy on the phone," Yan Zi frowned.

"The matter cannot be explained clearly on the phone, come back soon." Mrs. Yan hung up the phone.

Yan Zihui had no choice but to go back to the Governor's Mansion. When he went in, he saw the person sitting in the hall, his face was slightly dark. When Mrs. Yan saw him coming back, the smile on her face became a little deeper, "Xuanling, this is Mrs. Wei from Nanyang, this is her daughter Wei Meiyu. Meiyu, this is my youngest son."

"Hello, Mr. Yan." Wei Meiyu stood up generously and stretched out his hand to Yan Zi.

Yan Zihui did not shake hands with her and walked upstairs without saying a word. Mrs. Yan shouted, "Xuanling, you are too rude."

"Mother, your daughter-in-law is still unconscious in the hospital." Yan Zihui didn't want to accuse her mother in front of outsiders, but he was really angry. He didn't expect his mother to trick him back to date someone.

Mrs. Yan was speechless. At this time, she realized that she was too anxious and had to wait for Yi Huan to die before she could arrange this matter.

"Mr. Yan, Miss Yi is auspicious and heavenly person, she will wake up." Wei Meiyu said loudly.

Yan Zihui ignored her, took her long legs and took two steps one by one, and soon went upstairs. Wei Meiyu looked at his back and raised the corners of his lips. She was a man who valued affection. Such a man was the best match for life.

Yan Zi replied, but no matter what Wei Meiyu thought, he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and came down from the upper floor. When he saw him, Mrs. Yan hurriedly said, "Xuanling, let's go after dinner."

"I have something to do." Yan Zihui left directly.

Mrs. Yan couldn't stop her son, so she had to turn around and continue to say to the Wei family's mother and daughter: "Xuanling, he is so kind and busy with political affairs. Don't worry about him, let's have a meal."

Mrs. Wei and Wei Meiyu expressed their understanding.

Yan Zi returned to the Governor's Mansion and went straight to the hospital to see Yi Huan. Those who were guarding Yi Huan were Yi Han and Shaoxia, "Big Sister."

"Xuanling is here." Yi Jin stood up and took Shaoxia out, closed the door, and left the space for the two of them.

Yan Zi sat back by the bed, holding Yi Huan's hand with both hands, "Huan'er, you've been sleeping for several days, it's time to get up."

The person on the bed did not move. Yan Zi lowered his head and kissed her hand, "Huan'er, wake up quickly, you are like this, I'm very worried. Huan'er, it's snowing. You said you want to build a snowman. When you wake up, I will accompany you to build a snowman, pile one you and build one me, okay?"

"Huan'er, no matter whether you wake up or not, I will marry you and I will take care of you for the rest of my life." Yan Zi touched Yi Huan's face again, "I will definitely make the person who hurt you pay a thousand times the price. This time I will never spare anyone who participates in the conspiracy."

The next day, Yan Zihui returned home and said to Mrs. Yan righteously: "There is only one woman I want to marry, that is Yi Huan. My mother would better pray that she would wake up as soon as possible and be safe. If she unfortunately dies, I will never marry her for life. Don't bring those messy women to me again."

Mrs. Yan was stunned for a moment, "Xiaoqi, don't be confused."

"I'm not confused. You know mine. I'll do what I say." Yan Zi replied seriously.

Mrs. Yan dared not see those people again, so she went to the hospital to visit Yi Huan in the afternoon.

At this time, the shooting incident at the railway station also found clues, "The leader of the regiment, the gunman at the railway station is a gangster outside the Zhulian Gang. It is reported that Ying Shijie's confidant had contacted the people of the Zhulian Gang."

"The biggest beneficiary of the death of Song is Ying Shijie."

"Captain, do you want to arrest Ying Shijie in secret?"

"Catch him up." Yan Zi replied coldly.

Ying Shijie was about to return to Jingu, but was arrested in the interrogation room. He did not admit that the shooting at the railway station was related to him, but his confidant admitted that it was not a violation, but denied the explosion.

On January 7, the explosion case made progress. After several days of interrogation, the suspect's hiding place was finally determined, and another arrest operation was launched. In the early morning of the eighth, after more than two hours of rounding up, the suspect was finally arrested in the suburbs of Jingu. Immediately, Tengxuan asked someone to interrogate him, but the man's mouth was very tight and he was tortured to death, and he refused to say anything.

Tengxuan immediately called back to Jizhou and asked Yan Zi to call back several people who were good at interrogation, but unfortunately he was still useless. All the means were used up. The prisoner would fall into a coma almost every few minutes, and then be woken up by cold water and continue to be interrogated.

The next morning, Yan Zi came out of Yi Huan's ward and saw Tengxuan and the interrogation office director Guo Cheng coming here with an even more ugly face, frowned and asked, "Have you not interrogated yet?"

"Captain, the suspect is dead." Tengxuan replied.

"Diet? Why did you die? Was it killed during interrogation?" Zhang Shaochuan asked in surprise.

"We interrogated for eight or nine hours, but the prisoner still refused to explain, for fear that there would be problems if the interrogation continued, so he planned to take a break and retrial, but he suddenly broke out and pulled the execution rack down, hitting the execution rack heavily on the ground, and the execution rack hit him. The doctor saved it for an hour, but he didn't rescue anyone." Tengxuan simply described the situation.

Yan Zihui's face changed slightly, "I have been interrogating for eight hours without confession. Who can withstand the torture for so long?"

Even trained spies can't stand it unless they are dead soldiers.

"Captain, the prisoner kept shouting a word again and again before he died. Some people felt that the accent was like the accent of people in Kansai, Japan." Guo Chenggeng interrupted.

"These Japanese people are plotting against China, but the thief will never die." Zhang Shaochuan said hatefully. When Yan Zihui was killed, the new Chinese army would inevitably be in chaos. The western Jinxi, which had not been completely digested, is likely to be taken away by the new noble army. If the Hudong Army and Jiang Zuoxiang from Mongolia took the opportunity to revive the incident, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Captain, what should I do next?" Tengxuan asked.

Yan Zi narrowed his eyes and a fierce light flashed, "Since the suspect is dead, Jizhou's vigilance can be withdrawn first."

Tengxuan and the other two looked at each other, and Zhang Shaochuan said anxiously: "Seventh Master, you can't just forget about this, you must investigate it to the end."

"Have I said that I will just let it go?" Yan Zi replied coldly. The prisoner was dead and there was no evidence. He could not send troops to deal with the Japanese on the surface, but he could use secret tricks.

The three of them thought something.

The next day, Governor Yan, as the Grand Supervisor of the Chinese New Army and the President of the Northern Chinese Government, held a press conference in the Council Hall, strongly condemning the culprits of the railway station shooting and hospital bombing, and spoke fiercely. At the press conference, several irrelevant evidence were also listed, and in a speculative tone, blamed the revolutionary party, thereby making Japan lose its vigilance.

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Chapter completed!