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After watching the erotic scene, Old Eagle's pants were sticky with semen. At that moment, he
especially missed his old lover and wished he could immediately pin her down. However, when he remembered that he was the one who ended
her life, he was filled with regret.
Even after years of lying in wait, he had moments of weakness. Old Diao smiled wryly. Han Qing, sitting at the small table ,
admired Mei Fang lying softly on the floor. A sense of conquest welled up within him. He was very satisfied with the lovemaking they had just had.
To allow Mei Fang's head to stick out the window, he deliberately bent one of her legs onto the table, making
her body lean forward more. This position exposed her vulva to his eyes. In the moonlight, he could
see his penis thrusting in and out of her, covered in her juices, each withdrawal bringing out glimpses of her pink
flesh. To prevent Mei Fang from covering her mouth, he deliberately pulled on her other hand. He knew that
if Mei Fang wanted to remain silent, she would bite her lip and watch. With a slight pull, Mei Fang opened her mouth and let out a hoarse, inaudible scream.
This thrilled Han Qing, and he admired Mei Fang's self-control.
In the final sprint, he clearly felt Mei Fang's vagina contracting and tightening. He knew she was about to climax, so he
increased the intensity, asking, "Fang, is it good? Is it very stimulating to do it by the window? Look
how tight your vagina is. If it feels good, just scream it out. Don't hold it in. Women should experience sexual pleasure, express it directly
, shout it out!" Mei Fang closed her eyes and shook her head frantically. She didn't answer, her mouth was open, but no sound came out.
When the climax arrived, Mei Fang suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open, staring straight ahead. At this moment, Mei Fang's mind was blank. She had no sense of the scenery before her. All she could see was the street and the square. Although it was the middle of the night and no one was around, 　　this was the first time
a woman had ever climaxed under such circumstances . 　　Han Qing could hear Mei Fang's moans gradually intensifying. Afraid she would cry out, he devised a plan: 　　to trap her tongue with his fingers. This wasn't easy; during Mei Fang's orgasm, her tongue darted around wildly, and her saliva production increased 　　, quickly wetting his fingers. At this point, her tongue was as elusive as an eel. Han Qing then dug 　　deeper into Mei Fang's mouth, trapping the base of her tongue. Now he was more confident. When the orgasm arrived, Mei Fang 　　couldn't swallow or spit out the saliva in her mouth; it could only slowly overflow from the corners of her mouth. Because her tongue was trapped, 　　Mei Fang found it difficult to breathe, experiencing dizziness. Accompanying the orgasm, she coughed, and because 　　she couldn't breathe through her mouth, saliva flowed from her nostrils with each cough. Han Qing was quite surprised; he hadn't expected a woman's 　　orgasm to include a runny nose. 　　Mei Fang collapsed to the ground, thinking of nothing, feeling dazed and confused. She tried to get up, but 　　her limbs wouldn't move, and she couldn't even lift her eyelids. She had fainted. Just then, a voice seemed to give her all her strength. 　　She opened her eyes and looked towards the door. It was her son, A-Cai, calling her by her real name 　　. He had never called her by her real name before; it seemed he was in a hurry. Mei Fang was very nervous. She quickly got up, straightened her clothes and hair, and went to the door, 　　listening intently. Then, as the footsteps grew closer, A-Cai's address changed from "Mom" to "Mother." Mei 　　Fang grew increasingly frightened, her hands gripping the door tightly. At that moment, Han Qing also came to Mei Fang's side, dressed. He pulled 　　her behind him, stroked her small hand, and comforted her, saying, "Leave it to me." Han Qing looked at the storage cabinet, 　　got up, took out a bottle of anesthetic, poured some into his hand, rubbed it between his palms, and opened the door. Mei Fang whispered, 　　"Please don't hurt him; he's still young." Han Qing didn't reply and quietly went downstairs. 　　Ah Cai finally mustered the courage to go to the haunted attic, but upon arriving in the hall, he already saw ghostly figures 　　. He was extremely nervous, remembering his father saying a gun could protect him, so he ran towards the cabinet where the replica gun was hidden. But as soon as he grabbed it 　　, a large hand covered his mouth. At that moment, the anesthetic in Han Qing's hand took effect, and Ah Cai quickly fell asleep. Mei 　　Fang followed him downstairs and, seeing what had happened, scolded, "He's so young, how could you do this?" Mei Fang picked up 　　Ah Cai and put him on the bed. 　　Touching Ah Cai's face, she became sad again. Han Qing wanted to come and comfort him, but Mei Fang gestured for him to go back upstairs, leaving things 　　to her. Mei Fang was now quite worried that Han Qing might have gone too far; if something really happened, she would truly be a sinner. 　　Suddenly, a loud "Oh no!" was heard. Mei Fang knew it was Han Qing who had made it, so she rushed to 　　the attic and saw Han Qing searching everywhere. She asked, "What are you looking for?" Han Qing replied while searching, "The painting 　　is missing." "What?" "The 'Snow Moon and Drunken Beauty' painting. You've seen it too. Han Qing has been admiring this painting at this small table tonight 　　. When he gets tired, he rolls up the scroll, puts it in a bamboo tube, and places it on the table. Later, Mei Fang came up, and 　　Han Qing, overcome with lust, angrily called out to himself. He was trying to satisfy his lustful desires..." And thus, a major blunder was jeopardized. 　　Old Eagle pondered for a moment, savoring the visual impact of the moment. Although he knew the erotic play was over, he still felt a 　　lingering sense of incompleteness. He kept his binoculars up, staring at the attic window, hoping that face would reappear. As he watched, 　　a dark figure gradually approached the window. This figure seemed to move along the walls like a ghost. Old Eagle saw 　　the figure and cried out in alarm, quickly changing his plan. He ran downstairs and rushed to the attic, whistling as he ran. 　　At that moment, companions dressed in black appeared from various places around the attic, their whistles... The sentry's command was to surround the attic. 　　Old Eagle had barely reached the attic when a petite figure landed before him. Also dressed in night clothes, but 　　quite different from his own men, resembling a Japanese ninja. His companion exclaimed in surprise, "Could this person in black fly?" 　　Old Eagle knew, of course, that this person used their size advantage to move freely under the eaves using a grappling hook; 　　this was a master, and one of Bai Jingzhai's men. Old Eagle thought to himself, "The Communists wouldn't do such petty theft in the middle of the night; 　　they have no reason to." Old Eagle gestured to his men ... Several people rushed forward, but the woman's movements were incredibly agile, 　　weaving between them without sustaining any injury. A burly, dark-faced man leaped up, 　　feigning a tackle, but the woman flashed behind the burly man. The burly man missed his target, collapsing to his 　　knees. The petite figure used the momentum, stepping on the burly man's back and leaping several meters away. Old Eagle 　　glanced coldly, flicked his wrist, and shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" A dart shot from his sleeve, and with a thud, the petite 　　figure fell to the ground. She struggled a few times, then died. Old Eagle quickly went over, took the bamboo tube, opened it, and read, 　　"Yes, it's a painting."

Upon hearing this, his companions burst into unrestrained laughter. Old Diao then bent down to the woman in black,
tore off her mask, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's her!" It was the face of a woman around 25 years old, but her figure was
that of a 15-year-old—undeveloped. Old Diao recognized her; when he was disguised as Old Li selling candied hawthorns on the street, this woman was also
selling books by the square. Old Diao had seen her before. The street stretched out from the attic window, beyond which lay the square;
there was no better spot for reconnaissance. Han Qing's ability to make love so brazenly with Mei Fang by the window was also due to his observation
of the terrain. The only way to see this window was from the inn next to the square, but the inn's windows didn't open onto the attic. Old Diao
's observation point was on the inn's roof. Even from there, he could only see halfway. However, Han Qing still dared not open the window easily
; who knew if any unknown bandits had infiltrated the square during the day? As Old Eagle was secretly gloating, a beam of light shone
on him. He heard a warning not to move and realized it was a counter-espionage team. He grabbed the bamboo tube and quickly gave
the order to his companions to evacuate, then hurriedly ran towards the back of the mountain…
His companions also fled in different directions.
Han Qing was filled with regret when he heard shouts outside the window. He rushed to the window and looked down. By
the moonlight, he saw several policemen in white uniforms surrounding a dark figure lying on the ground. Han Qing knew the figure might be
the one who stole his painting. How did the police appear so quickly? He suspected that the police had known his whereabouts for a while,
but in the months he had been at Mei Fang's house, the police had never investigated him. He couldn't figure out the police's intentions. By this time, the disturbance had already
reached the residents of Phoenix District. Some people had already opened their windows to inquire. Han Qing then asked Mei Fang to help him
go downstairs to find out what was going on and to see if the man in black was carrying the painting.
Mei Fang had just gone downstairs when she saw a familiar face in the police station: Teacher Tian, her son's teacher, whom
she had met once at the start of the school year. Seeing Teacher Tian with the police late at night, Mei Fang didn't approach to ask anything. Teacher Tian seemed
quite familiar with the police;
she only saw them whispering to each other. Sensing something was amiss, Mei Fang went back upstairs and closed the door. A
young man in the police station asked Teacher Tian, "Comrade Long Fei, you're a special envoy dispatched from Beijing. Look at this corpse, its face
is all green, and its neck has turned green too. A person who has just died can't change like this so quickly."
It turned out that Teacher Tian was Long Fei, a core member of the counter-espionage team . Long Fei
was an old adversary of the Plum Blossom Party, especially Bai Jingzhai. The Plum Blossom Party was founded by Bai Jingzhai, but from its inception, fate seemed
to have given him a nemesis: Long Fei.
Long Fei's first assignment after graduating from the Soviet Criminal Investigation Department was related to the Plum Blossom Party, so
he had been dealing with them for over ten years.
Long Fei then answered the young policeman, "This is a special poison. It was made by American
experts to cause public panic. I heard that Dai Li was experimenting with
this poison during his tenure. Those poisoned will have extremely contorted faces, and their skin pigmentation will change to green."
At this moment, another older policeman asked Long Fei, "Should we detain that man? He might be able to leave,
but we don't know what's in the painting."
Long Fei replied, "No need. He's safer now than ever. Our pursuit team hopes to capture
him alive..." Then he looked meaningfully towards the attic window.
Han Qing, behind the window, also noticed the handsome man. He knew the policeman couldn't see him,
but he sensed that the man knew he was watching from behind the window. Long Fei cleaned up the scene, evacuated the team,
and the police car, loaded with the body, drove away. The streets returned to calm...
Mei Fang had already arrived at the attic. Han Qing closed the window and asked, "What happened?" Mei Fang told
Han Qing what she had seen. Han Qing was even more convinced that his intuition was right. The police had known about his existence all along, but he
couldn't guess their intentions. They weren't as eager to find him and get the painting as the others. The police
had it much easier than secret agents. Han Qing pondered.
Lao Diao's feelings were indescribable. He had the painting in his hands; this was a great achievement. To escape the police pursuit, he
had crossed several mountains and was now as tired as an ox plowing a field. He quickly drank some water by a stream. Then he
crossed several more hills and arrived at a temple. This was the location instructed by his superiors; he was to come here after getting the painting.
He exchanged the secret signal with the monks in the temple and arrived at the abbot's room. Under the lamplight, he saw a person in a cassock meditating and chanting
scriptures. Old Diao was surprised, and even more surprised when he went inside. There stood a man with a gleaming bald head
and a full beard.
Old Diao exclaimed, "Commander Huang, why have you come in person?" This man was Huang Feihu. Huang Feihu
didn't exchange pleasantries upon first meeting, directly asking if he had received the painting. Old Diao excitedly handed the bamboo tube to Huang Feihu, saying, "It's in here." Huang
Feihu opened the bamboo tube, took out the scroll, spread it on the table, and took out a bottle of white medicine from behind his back. He then dripped it onto
the painting, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. At this point, Old Diao couldn't sit still anymore, sweating profusely. He feared Huang Feihu would suspect
he was lying.
Unexpectedly, Huang Feihu took the scroll to the light and started burning the painting with a tinderbox. Old Diao hurriedly stopped him, and Huang
Feihu sighed, "It's fake."
At this point, Old Diao was truly on the verge of tears, unable to explain himself.
Huang Feihu recalled a time when he was an advisor to General Xie and had encountered a little boy drawing at General Xie's residence.
Huang Feihu, having nothing better to do, asked, "What can a little kid like you draw? Uncle will teach you." The boy
didn't reply, but handed the pen and paper to the servant. Huang Feihu picked up the pen and quickly sketched a picture of a chick pecking at rice.
The boy, seeing the drawing, made a face at Huang Feihu and said, "I'll draw your portrait." Huang Feihu thought, "What kind of portrait can a little kid draw?" He sat down on a stool, struck a pose, 　　and finished the drawing
in no time . 　　Just then, a servant came and said to the boy, "Young master, it's time for dinner in the main hall." 　　Huang Feihu, puzzled, looked at the drawing and knelt down. His own pig-like face seemed to be imprinted on the paper. 　　He asked the servant, "Who is this?" The servant said it was Xie Hanqing, General Xie's son… 　　Huang Feihu hadn't expected this pale-faced scholar to pull this stunt; he'd been careless… He didn't blame Old Eagle, 　　and ordered the activation of the second contact point, saying, "I'll personally oversee the next mission…" 　　Mei Fang returned and saw Hanqing looking dejected, saying, "Weren't there two paintings? I found one while tidying up for you once."

It looked like there were scratches or punctures, so I taped up the tear... I put it at the bottom of the box, and the other one on the table
. Hanqing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly rummaged through the box, unrolling the scroll and bursting into laughter.
He then hugged Meifang tightly, saying, "You're truly my lucky star." Meifang was puzzled, so Hanqing explained that he
often studied paintings to understand their secrets, usually keeping the genuine works at the bottom of the box. The fakes were underneath, and Meifang's arrangement had inadvertently helped
him...
Seeing Meifang's blank expression, Hanqing quickly urged her to go see Acai. Meifang then remembered her son... and hurriedly
left the attic... Hanqing, holding the genuine work, thought, "This can't go on. Tomorrow I plan to go see my
former teacher and see what he says." After thinking for a while, he fell asleep...

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