Baige Street is a very magical place. On the other side of it to its dozens of meters, it is the most prosperous area in this area.
There are huge manor, supporting shopping malls, entertainment facilities, and other places required for other lives. There is a small residential area in the middle.
However, Baige Street is very popular. Often, there are many people who can't see a few people in the whole street. Most of the street shops are closing the door, or they are swiped with red bars with low -cost transfer, or they are shocked. It is still unable to attract anyone, it is extremely depressed.
The only exception is the bar that looks like a rough room.
The name of the bar is very weird. It is called "the elderly". The rough room wall is painted with a pair of embracing old people. They are the bar owner of the bar.
The old couple had closed the door for a few days, and when they came back, they found that there was a murder of the door of their bar, scaring the scene, and was pulled directly to the hospital by the police car, leaving the small bar to the police as the camp.
For a while, Baige Street ushered in its most glorious moment, and people were everywhere-
Most of the police wearing uniforms, and some reporters and paparazzi carrying equipment. They have been mixed here for several days and have long become old fritters. Hanging the chest cards, walking in and out of it, walking around.
But there are not that.
On this night, the two figures sneaked around the bar, picking up a tricky angle, and took a few photos to the fountain in front of the bar.
The person squatting in front lowered his head and screened it for a while, and a part of it was stored. Remarks: The body of the hotel monitor Barry Barry was found in this fountain.
After finishing, he beckoned with the people behind him, and the two quickly passed through the street.
"Fuck, Sheriff! Come here!" He held his head with the class and dragged him into the recent dark alley.
Behind them are trash cans, and the vomiting places of the alcoholic are smoked in life.
The young man who was pressed with his head looked down at the reporter's certificate on his chest, and said that I seemed to have a fake certificate.
He was wondering, and finally couldn't help it for a long time. He asked the person in front of him and asked: "Teacher Benqi, we obviously brought a certificate, why did we touch it like this?"
This pair of sneaky is not others. It was the reporter who had dealt with Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan on Tianqin Star, Jim Benqi, and his assistant journalist Norman Hesai.
Benqi "啧" was very impatient: "Why? Isn't this asking you? I said a few days ago, just go to the hotel door to take a few photos. You frowned and asked for your life, murdering and said to pay attention to the case? "
Hessi has a little grievance, "No, I mean why we touched it like a thief? Look at those reporters, are you all talking and chatting with the police?"
Benqi squeezed the tip of his nose, and the smell of the trash can always lingering, so that he spoke was stunning, "Well -you still don't understand."
Hesse: "..." Is this specially related to qualifications?
"Who wants to shrink here in the trash? I also want to shake it in front of the police station, this is not ... a bit over the festival!" Benqi said, a embarrassing look floating on his face.
"The holiday?" Hessi said curiously: "Who are you with? If which police officer is it, can we let him not let him go? Let's talk to others."
Benqi scratched his brow, "That ... Sheriff Xiao."
Hexi: "..."
Is it good now? Who else can I look for with the boss? No wonder as soon as he saw the shadow of the sheriff, he was dragged into the garbage dump by Benqi.
"Why did you make a festival?" Hessi was curious. In his eyes, Benqi was a person who could never have more things, and rarely caused himself to trouble himself.
This wonderful speech is vague: "It's a long time ago, because of some cases, I was a bit real at that time, not very flattering, offended him many times. In addition, the explosion in half a year made him unhappy ..."
As soon as he heard the bombing case, he came to the spirit. "Are you talking about the explosion of the dean?"
Ben Qi snorted, "Nonsense, otherwise? Who else?"
Hersey knew that during the time when the explosion was the most popular, Bunqi had also followed the case, and he knew that he had not followed up with any results. He gave up when the heat dissipated, and Hesey was not allowed to waste time on it. But he didn't know that Bunqi would still have trouble with the sheriff of the police station because of the bombing.
This is as strange as a dog throwing away its bones and eating grass instead.
"Why are you staring so big? You must be muttering to me in your heart?" Ben Qi glanced at him.
Hersey was silent and shook his head.
"You think I don't know what you're thinking?" Ben Qi snorted, "To tell you the truth, I've done all the things you're doing with enthusiasm now, and who hasn't had a young age? ?"
Hussey grumbled, "You're pretty young now too."
Ben Qi: "Don't talk nonsense, in short, this is the advice given to you by someone who has come here. To use the simplest example, do you think that there is really no problem with the bombing? It's just that some people dare not investigate, and some people do not let them investigate. That's it. Maybe everyone has some sporadic clues in their hands, but they just can't get it together, so they can't spell it?"
"That's just getting together."
"It's easy to say, do you know who is on which side? You know who has something useful and who has something useless? Do you know where you should find someone to join? The whole alliance is so big!"
When Hersey was excited, he reached out and pointed to the Hanking Garden Hotel in the distance. The huge manor-style building looked calm and noble in the night.
"I dare to say that with professional experience and intuition, the recent messy things, such as infections, genetic accidents, and if one day the manipulator is really found out, half of the people in the two buildings will be lost, do you believe it? ?"
Hersey was frightened by his momentum and nodded: "A little... maybe... letter."
"It's a piece of shit! Is there evidence? Is there logic? Do you know the ins and outs?" Ben Qi said, "If you have to touch your lips and doubts are useful, there will be no trouble in this world."
Hersey opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a suitable rhetoric.
"Don't worry about it, you are not a fish." Ben Qi said, "Those big things are not something we can worry about. It is more important to support ourselves."
"But the original purpose of being a journalist..." Hussey said.
"The original intention can be eaten as a meal?"
It wasn't until the two came out of the dark alley, escaped the police, and got into a store with lights on, that Hersey muttered in a low voice, "I can't eat it, but I don't want to throw it away."
Ben Qi heard this, and his expression was filled with emotion for a moment, as if he wanted to teach a few words, but in the end he didn't speak, only sighed and closed the door.
"What to eat? The chef is on leave, and now there are only sausages and beer." The rather wealthy middle-aged lady tossed a rag and said without enthusiasm at all.
Benqi pushed Hersey, who had been following behind, to the front, and said lazily, "Go, how can you achieve your original intention by always shrinking in the back?"
Hersey is not very talkative, and is a little shy: "Uh... boss?"
The fat lady added: "Mother."
Hersey: "?"
"Madam Boss." The fat lady said, "Just tell me what to eat. Don't ask me about the case as soon as you come up. I'm not holding a symposium."
Yes, the store is opened here, and it is inevitable to be asked. The fat lady must have been annoyed.
Hersey nodded and said, "Teacher, let me treat you to a late-night snack! Sausage beer, two servings, thank you."
"Okay! Wait a minute."
Within a minute, the fat lady came over with a dinner plate and a wine bottle. She was also refreshing, took a bottle of wine herself, sat down beside the two of them, and skillfully bit off the bottle cap: "What do you want to ask? Ask!"
"Oh, don't ask anything, did you see anything that morning?" Hersey asked as if chatting.
"I see, I just got up upstairs that morning and saw that man running over madly."
"Crazy?" Hussey glanced at Bunqi. "It's impossible for the hotel to hire a crazy person to be the watchman in the monitoring center? Not to mention that the watchman allegedly tampered with the surveillance video."
The fat lady took a sip of wine, "Then how do I know, what I saw he was crazy. But it's very strange. I've seen that person before, and he's been in this street. It's normal. It is said that he was off work that morning. Alright, will it be alright when we go back to the dormitory?"
"Supposedly? According to whom?"
"It's not just the two of you asking. I've seen several groups of people and heard it from their small talk."
"Oh...well all of a sudden going crazy again?" Benchy grumbled.
"Again? What do you mean?" Hersey asked.
"It doesn't make any sense, isn't that the old man in the Shake Shaw Weng case also suddenly crazy?" said Benqi.
Hersey: "So...are these two cases actually related? Teacher, do you know something?"
Ben Qi hehe: "You know what, I just thought about it with my rich experience and keen professional intuition."
...
The weather in this area of Fawang District is unusually capricious. Winter is like four seasons. It was a warm sunny day the day before, and a small hurricane blew the next day.
Hurricanes of this magnitude don't do much damage to homes, but traffic.
The guests who originally planned to leave the Garden Hotel were covered in mold, and they should not be able to leave again.
Yan Suizhi woke up to the sound of the wind beating against the window.
The moment he was woken up, he was actually a little angry when he got up, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he raised his eyelids impatiently.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Yan's face, which was close at hand.
For the first time, Professor Yan Da found that he was so easy to coax. Gu didn't do anything, and his anger when he got up had died down.
In the past, Gu Yanlei had to run in the morning and always got up earlier than the chicken. Anyway, no matter when Professor Yan Da woke up, Lawyer Gu was always making coffee.
Gu Yan who didn't wake up like today is rare.
Yan Suizhi thought it was very strange.
It wasn't very bright outside, so Yan Suizhi admired Lawyer Gu's sleeping face for a while and planned to get up quietly.
However, Gu Yan's arms were wrapped around his waist, so heavy that it was difficult to sit up without disturbing the other party.
Professor Yan lifted the quilt, stretched out his hand and gestured, considering which angle would be more appropriate to withdraw.
As a result, just after making two gestures, he felt something and raised his head to see that Gu Yan had opened his eyes and was looking at him lazily.
"...Scare me." Yan Suizhi said with a face that wasn't frightened at all, "Awake?"
Gu Yan tightened his arms, hugged him closer, buried him in his shoulders and said in a deep voice, "Sleep with me for a while."
Lawyer Gu, who had not woken up, had a low and hoarse voice, with a laziness rarely seen on weekdays, so Yan Suizhi's ears softened.
Professor Yan rebuked in his heart: Demon Concubine!
While reaching out and hugging, he patted his strong shoulder back, "Why are you so sleepy today?"
They actually slept very early yesterday. Kissing was gentle and didn't do anything.
It is not so sleepy.
Gu Yan didn't move, and he said lazy: "Um."
"... Don't lean on my ears." Yan Suizhi's attempt to save himself.
However, someone did not cooperate, and continued to say in the low and dumb voice: "I turned the Joe's information package again in the middle of the night yesterday, and slept a little late ..."
Yan Suizhi: "Hmm ..."
In fact, didn't listen to anything.
He endured it for a while, and finally let it open back. He was so angry with his earlobe and said, "Classmate Gu, do you intentionally?"