Baige Street is a very magical place. On the other side, it is tens of meters away, it is the most prosperous area in this area.

There is a huge manor house of Hengjin Garden Hotel, supporting shopping malls, entertainment facilities and other places necessary for life. There is a small residential area in the middle, and the staff dormitory of Hengjin Garden Hotel is arranged in it.

However, Baige Street is sparsely popular, and often a few people cannot be seen on the whole street. Most of the street shops are closed, or painted with big red bars to write low-price transfers, or shock sales. In this way, no one is still attracted, extremely depressed.

The only exception is the bar that looks like a rough room.

The name of the bar is very weird, called "old people", and a pair of embracing old people are painted on the wall of the rough room with inkjets. They are the bar owners.

The old couple closed their doors and went home to do things for a few days. When they came back, they found that there was a murder at the door of their bar. They were frightened and rushed over to the scene.

For a time, Baige Street ushered in its most glorious moment, full of people ——

Most of them are police officers in uniform, and some are journalists and paparazzi carrying equipment. They have been here for several days, and they have long become old fritters. Hanging on a badge, walk in and out freely.

But there are others.

On that night, the two figures sneaked around the bar, taking a tricky angle, and took a few pictures of the fountain in front of the bar.

The man crouching in front lowered his head to screen for a while, and saved a part of it. Note: The body of the hotel monitor Barry was found in this fountain.

After finishing, he beckoned with the person behind him, and the two quickly crossed the street.

"Fuck, Sergeant! Come here!" He held his follower's head and dragged him into the nearest dark alley.

Behind the two is the trash can. The drunkards' vomiting holy place makes their life unrequited.

The young man with his head down looked down at the press card on his chest, and said that he seemed to have a fake certificate.

With a puzzled expression on his face, he finally couldn't hold back for a long time. He grabbed the person in front of him and asked, "Mr. Ben Qi, we all obviously brought our documents. Why should we touch it like this?"

This sneaky pair was none other than the reporter who had previously dealt with Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan on Lyra, Jim Bunge, and his assistant reporter Norman Hersey.

Benqi made a "boom" sound and was very impatient: "Why? Isn't this supposed to ask you? I said a few times, I went to the door of the hotel to take a few photos. Which of those gangsters' photos is not as good as this fountain? You look so sad and want to die, do you mumble and say you want to pay attention to the case? "

Hussey was a little bit wronged, "No, I mean why do we get in like a thief? Did n’t you look at those reporters and talk to the police in a fair manner?"

Ben Qi squeezed the tip of his nose, and the smell of the trash bin was always lingering, so much so that he talked in a loud voice, "Ah-you don't understand young."

Hussey: "..." Does this have anything to do with seniority?

"Who wants to shrunk in the trash can? I want to shake it in front of the police station. Isn't that ... a bit of a holiday?" Bunki said with an awkward look on his face.

"Holiday?" Hirsey asked curiously: "Who are you with? If it's a police officer, can we just let him go? Go talk to someone."

Ben Qi scratched his eyebrows, "That ... Sergeant Xiao."

Hussey: "..."

Is this better? Who else can I find after having a holiday with the boss? No wonder that as soon as he saw the sheriff's shadow, he was dragged into the garbage dump by Bunge.

"Why is there a holiday?" Hesi was even more curious. In his eyes, Ben Qi is a person who can do one thing at a time and never do much. It rarely causes trouble for himself, a little bit of power and a little smooth.

Ben Qi's words were ambiguous: "It was quite a long time ago, because of some cases, I was a bit real at the time, not very flattering, and offended him many times. In addition, the bombing half a year ago made him unhappy ..."

As soon as Hesi heard the bombing, the spirit came, "You are talking about the dean's bombing?"

Benqi grunted, "Nonsense, otherwise? Who else?"

Hesi knew that during the time when the explosion was hot, Bunge also followed the case. He also knew that he had not come up with any results, and he gave up when the heat dissipated. Hesi was not allowed to waste time on it. But he didn't know that Ben Qi would be unhappy with the police sergeant because of the explosion.

This is as rare as a dog throwing away its bones and eating grass.

"What are you doing with such big eyes? You must be muttering me in your heart?" Ben Qi gave him a glance.

Hussey shuffled his head silently.

"Do you think you don't know what you think?" Ben Qi snorted. "To tell you the truth, those things you are doing passionately now, I have done it before. Who hasn't been young yet?" ? "

Hesi mumbled: "You are quite young now."

Ben Qi: "Don't talk nonsense, in short, this is the advice that someone came to you. Let's make the simplest analogy. You think that the bombing really has no problem at all? Just some people don't dare to check, some people don't let people check. That ’s it. Maybe everyone holds some sporadic clues, but they ca n’t get together, so they ca n’t make it? ”

"That's a piece together."

"Slightly speaking, do you know who's side? You know who has something in your hand, and who has nothing in your hand? Do you know where you should go to find someone? The whole league is so big!"

When talking about Xing's head, Hirsey reached out with a finger at the Hengjin Garden Hotel. The large manor-style building looked calm and noble under the night.

"I dare to say that, with professional experience and intuition, the recent messy things, what infections, what genetic accidents, if one day really pulls out the manipulators behind the scenes, those two buildings can fall in half, do you believe? ? "

Hirsch was bluffed by his momentum and nodded: "A little ... maybe ... believe."

"It's a fart! Is there evidence? Is there logic? Do you know the ins and outs?" Ben Qidao said, "If you have to touch your lips, if doubts are useful, there will be no trouble in this world."

Hesi opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he didn't find a suitable one.

"Don't be Zhang Zhanghe, you are not a fish." Bunki said, "The big things are not something we can worry about, it is more important to feed ourselves."

Hesi said: "But, the original intention of being a reporter ..."

"Is it intended to be eaten?"

It wasn't until the two came out of the dark alley and escaped the police that they got into a lighted-up store that Hesi murmured: "Can't eat, but don't want to lose."

When Benqi heard it, his expression felt a moment of emotion, and he seemed to want to say a few words, but in the end he still didn't speak, and only sighed and closed the door.

"What to eat? The chef has asked for leave, and now only has sausage and beer." The rather rich middle-aged lady flicked the rag and said with little enthusiasm.

Bunch pushed Hesi, who had been following, to the front, and said lazily: "Go ahead, how to achieve your original intention if you always shrink behind."

Hussey is not very talkative, there are some shy: "Uh ... boss?"

Fat lady added: "Mother."

Hussey: "?"

"The boss lady." Ms. Fat said: "Say what to eat directly. Don't ask me about the case as soon as you come up. I don't have a forum."

Also, the store is opened here, and it is indispensable to be asked. This fat lady is probably annoyed.

Hesi nodded and said, "Teacher, I invite you for supper! Sausage beer, two servings, thank you."

"OK! Wait a minute."

In less than a minute, the fat lady came carrying a wine bottle with a dinner plate. She was also refreshing. She took a bottle of wine and sat down beside the two. She opened the cap skillfully: "What are you asking? Ask!"

"Oh, don't ask anything, did you see anything that morning?" Hesi asked, chatting.

"Yes, I just woke upstairs that morning and saw the man running madly."

"Crazy?" Hesi glanced at Benchi. "It's impossible for the hotel to hire a crazy person as the supervisor of the surveillance center? Not to mention that the supervisor reportedly also tampered with the surveillance video."

The fat lady took a sip of wine, "Well, I know, he is crazy when I see it. But it is very strange. I have seen that person before and have been to this street. It is normal. It is said that he returned from work that morning. Okay, is it okay when I go back to the dormitory? "

"It is said? According to who?"

"It's not just you two who come to ask. I've seen several people and heard from their gossip."

"Oh ... Is it good to go crazy suddenly again?" Bunge murmured.

"What do you mean?" Hesi asked.

"It's not interesting, isn't the old man in the shaking head case also suddenly mad?" Bunki said.

Hussey: "So ... are these two cases actually involved? Teacher, do you know something?"

Ben Qi whispered: "Knowing a fart, I just thought of it by virtue of my rich experience and sharp professional intuition."

...

The weather in this area of ​​Fawang is extremely capricious. Winter is like four seasons. The day before was a warm sunny day, and the next day there was a small hurricane.

This level of hurricane does not cause much damage to the house, but the bad luck is traffic.

The guests who had originally planned to leave the Garden Hotel must not be able to walk away again.

Yan Suizhi woke up in the sound of the wind blowing against the window.

When he was awakened, he actually got a little upset, frowning, and lifted his eyelids impatiently.

As a result, Gu Yan saw Gu Yan's face, close at hand.

Professor Yan Da found that he was so coquettish for the first time. Gu didn't do anything, and he was already full of anger when he got up.

Gu Yanlei used to run in the morning when he couldn't move. He always got up earlier than the chicken. Anyway, whenever Professor Yan Da wakes up, lawyer Gu always makes coffee.

Gu Yan, who is not awake like today, is rare.

Yan Suizhi felt very strange.

It wasn't too bright outside. Yan Suizhi admired Gu's sleeping face for a while and planned to get up quietly.

However, Gu Yan's arm was wrapped around his waist, heavy, and it was difficult to sit up without disturbing the other party.

Professor Yan lifted the quilt, reached out and gestured, thinking from which angle it was more appropriate to withdraw.

As a result, he didn't make two strokes. As soon as he felt something, he saw that Gu Yan had opened his eyes and was looking at him lazily.

"... startled me." Yan Suizhi said with a face that was not scared, "Wake up?"

Gu Yan tightened his arms, pulled him closer, and buried him in his shoulder nest, said in a deep voice, "Stay with me for a while."

Lawyer Gu, who was awake, had a low and dumb voice, and with the usual laziness, he heard the ears of Yan Sui were soft.

Professor Yan rebuked in his heart: Demon Princess!

He reached out and hugged, patting his strong shoulders, "How are you so sleepy today?"

They actually slept very early yesterday, and the kisses were gentle and gentle, and they did not do anything.

It stands to reason not to be so sleepy.

Gu Yan didn't move and responded lazily: "Well."

"... Don't talk by my ears." Yan Suizhi tried to save herself.

But someone didn't cooperate, and continued to say in a low, hoarse voice: "I turned over Joe's packet again in the middle of the night and slept a little late ..."

Yan Suizhi: "Um ..."

Actually, I didn't listen to anything.

He endured for a while, and finally gave way back, pinching his earlobe and said angrily, "Classmate Gu, are you deliberate?"