The restaurant on the second floor of No. 3 Jing'an Lane has warm lighting. Lu Ming drank ginseng soup while flipping through the evening edition of "Le Monde".
"Le Monde" responded very quickly. It was only in the afternoon that the reporter named Kim Zhengyi was confirmed to be dead. The Evening News had already published the news. The editor's note also vaguely pointed out that Kim Zhengyi was probably murdered.
"Le Monde" is printed in two languages, the Western version and the Chinese version. The content is also different. The main readers of the Chinese version of "Le Monde" are Central Asians. Therefore, many issues are viewed from the perspective of Central Asians. .
It seems that everyone from reporters to editors are filled with indignation over the case of Masaichi Kato's murder of Nakasu children. Especially, the mysterious death of the whistleblower is even more infuriating.
"Boss, are you coming tonight?" Next to me, Pan Mira asked, "This case is very dangerous. Do you want me to hire the boss to protect you again?"
Lu Ming looked at her and smiled, "I'll think about it." As a personal assistant, Pan Mila was still very good. For bodyguards like Datou who might be used in the future, she left a stub with her contact information.
On the left side of the long dining table, Mrs. Zhen was helping Bisi unpack the milk. Her pretty face turned around, her beautiful eyes a little worried, but she didn't ask anything.
"Sister Hanzhu, don't worry, nothing will happen." Pan Mila smiled at her.
Now Pan Mila also had a vague feeling that this charming oriental beauty was actually mentally ill, probably the legendary schizophrenia.
Pan Mila got along very well with this gentle and watery "Han Zhu". When "Bizhu" appeared occasionally, Pan Mila kept away from her.
The same is true for Bi Si. If Sister Hanzhu is here, she becomes a little troublemaker. Even if she has dinner, she prefers to stay next to Sister Hanzhu rather than sit next to her mother.
Lu Ming drank the last mouthful of ginseng soup and saw that they had almost eaten. Bisi also came to the milk time and said: "I'll go there and have a look later. Well, let's contact Datou. After all, it's too late. Suburban Public Security Not good."
Pamela nodded slightly.
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On the TV screen, there was a cartoon with simple lines. Bisi giggled while watching it, her little head buried in Lu Ming's arms from time to time.
On the other side of the sofa, Mrs. Zhen carefully trimmed Lu Ming's nails, playing with Lu Ming's big hands with her smooth and tender hands, making Lu Ming feel itchy.
The little loli's milky little body here keeps digging into my arms, and it feels really sour.
On one side, he felt like his father, and on the other side, he was being tickled by the charming little hands of a charming beauty.
If it doesn't work well, it might lead to schizophrenia.
"Hanzhu, where did the ginseng in this ginseng soup come from?" Lu Ming asked curiously.
Ever since "Bizhu" showed up and cooked ginseng soup for me, every time I came back, I would drink ginseng soup. The taste of the soup with beads was exactly the same. The strange thing is that this kind of ginseng, I don't know where I bought it from, is a bit like ordinary ginseng. Different, snow-white rhizomes.
"Isn't it the treasure that the master brought from his hometown? Is it in the kitchen?" Zhen looked dazed and continued to trim Lu Ming's nails.
Lu Ming was speechless, but it seemed that recently, he no longer felt that he was always weak.
The quality of sleep is also much higher than before, and I won't wake up covered in sweat every now and then.
"Boss, the boss took a job and is with his employer now. He said that he will definitely not be able to do it today. He can't just leave, but he can resign tomorrow and come to follow you." Pan Mila had just finished the phone call, feeling a little helpless. explain.
"Well, let's go tomorrow. Anyway, the police have searched for evidence and probably won't find anything." Lu Ming said casually. In fact, he wanted to wait for Pan Mila and Bisi to go home, then go alone and take a taxi. Go by car.
After all, at night now, the security is no better than in the past, let alone the chaotic suburban areas, and even in remote areas of other provinces, there are bandits and the like.
If you go alone, that's all. But if you ask Pamela to drive you there, a beautiful Western girl will be too eye-catching in a slum with poor security at night.
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Feeling that Mrs. Zhen should have gone to bed, Lu Ming changed his clothes and just opened the bedroom door, he couldn't help but be startled.
Although the lights were not turned on in the living room, the moonlight came in very brightly, and a graceful figure was standing in the living room, as if waiting for him.
"Bizhu?" Lu Ming looked at this pretty figure and was stunned.
It wasn't that the tender Hanzhu suddenly turned into the proud and sharp Bizhu between her eyebrows, but it was the first time I saw her dressed like this.
The shiny jeweled black leather jacket, leather pants and black boots reveal the alluring body curves of this charming beauty for the first time. The S-shaped curve formed by the slender, soft and towering makes people nosebleed. The beautiful bun with green silk stockings , was also hidden in a black top hat, and her pretty face was also shrouded in the shadow of the black top hat. The naturally charming little beauty suddenly transformed into an extremely cold and cold girl.
There was a faint cold light on the soles of the lace-up boots. I don't know what kind of clever hidden weapon they were.
Lu Ming didn't know if she had made these equipments by herself during this period, or if she had been carrying them with her in a daze.
There was no need to say anything more at this time. He sighed softly: "Okay, come with me."
With a shake of her hands, Bizhu put on a long orange-red windbreaker, and simply tied a knot in front of her waist. When she stood on her head, she transformed into a modern beauty, less conspicuous.
Obviously, although Bizhu and Hanzhu think differently, their body curves are still not allowed to be seen by others under normal conditions. Just like traditional classical women, even if they wear pants, they will have petticoats outside, and the curves of their legs will not be easily exposed. I am so lucky to have this vision.
Arriving at the deserted alley below, he turned around and walked for ten minutes onto the street. At a public phone booth on the side of the road, Lu Ming called a taxi.
A quarter of an hour later, a yellow taxi arrived. Last year, it was mandatory for all taxis to be painted yellow in the East China Sea to increase their visibility.
The taxi driver was very chatty. It sounded like he was working outside the Mingjia Hotel. At this time in Beiguan, there were some taxis and rickshaws outside the Mingjia Hotel and Wendebao Club. Waiting for work.
Lu Ming and Bizhu both sat in the back row. The taxi driver felt that the atmosphere was not right and quickly shut up.
Ten minutes later, the taxi gradually entered the road without street lights, and the buildings on both sides gradually became low and simple.
The road suddenly became a little bumpy.
A few more minutes later, they reached a fork and the taxi slowly stopped. The fat white driver turned around and said with a smile: "Sir, madam, the car in front can't pass. The Sanheli you mentioned is the front. It's just two steps away."
Bi Zhu wanted to open the door and get out of the car, but Lu Ming handed over a green banknote, which was a 10-yuan imperial coin, "Please give me another one." She was weak and could take two less steps. , Never waste energy. Although I feel pretty good recently, the habits I have formed are not easy to change.
"Okay, okay!" Fatty Bai immediately apologized, started the car again, and drove forward slowly. He ignored the bumps and bumps. After all, it was a rental company's car, and the tip was his own. Nowadays, the driver is a high-end driver. I work in the industry, but a tip of 10 yuan is only seen once every year or month.
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In Sanheli, where Jin Zhengyi lived, the courtyards were in dilapidated condition, and the residents were all coolies and homeless people at the lowest level.
However, in the courtyard where Kim Zhengyi lives, there is a kerosene lamp hanging, and the patrolman in black uniform and white leggings looks very eye-catching.
"My surname is Lu!" Lu Ming got off the car and walked over. When he got close, Lu Ming smiled.
Originally, the man and woman walking over were not ordinary people, and although the woman's top hat was tilted forward and covered most of her face, for some reason, she felt like a peerless beauty.
At this time, when Lu Ming announced his home address, the patrolman smiled and showed his buck teeth and immediately nodded and bowed, "Please come in, please come in!"
Over there, the taxi was also waiting. When I saw a patrolman, I quickly turned off the headlights and hid in the darkness, fearing that the patrolman would come over and fine me or ask for money.
There were several other residents in the courtyard, but they have been evicted for the time being. Jin Zhengyi lived in the east wing. Lu Ming held his nose and went in. Looking at the mess on the ground, he couldn't help but shake his head.
The bedding in the inner room was also thrown to the ground, and the cabinet on the earthen bed was also turned around in a mess.
And it seems that everything that is written has been taken away by the police. Where a reporter lives, there is no pen and paper, not a book, not a newspaper.
Lu Ming went from the outer room to the inner room, looking through the closets, wardrobes, and Kang holes. He felt that there was nothing of value at all.
"Master, look!" Suddenly, Bizhu said crisply outside.
Lu Ming hurriedly walked out and saw a key in Bizhuxue's slender hand.
Lu Ming was startled and took it. The stainless steel key was engraved with the words "Wuyoumei 15".
Beautiful things? Wuyoumei Supermarket?
Wuyoumei can be said to be the prototype of the world's supermarkets. The first Wuyoumei opened in the Western area of Donghai five years ago. Later, it opened to the Chinese area and gradually expanded to all major districts and satellite towns in Donghai. .
It already has the basic elements of a supermarket, with separate entrances and exits, self-service shopping, price tags, shopping baskets, etc.
Is this the key to Wuyou's locker? I just don’t know which house has the most beautiful things?
"Where did the key come from?" Lu Ming asked.
Bizhu pointed at the roof, "It's stuffed in the purlins!"
Lu Ming looked up. This was an earthen house with a rafter and purlin structure. There was no ceiling. The purlins were made of woven reed mats. The key was stuffed between the purlins and the mats. It would indeed not be discovered, especially in the room. Without a ladder, no one would think of getting a ladder to look at the roofs of the common mud houses.
Jin Zhengyi must have used a ladder to stuff the key into the purlin, as for Bi Zhu.
Lu Ming glanced at the black top hat and orange-red trench coat, which looked more and more elegant. He wondered if the lightly jumping figure was beautiful.
Lu Ming smiled: "How did you find out? Are you very observant?"
Bizhu's pretty face was indifferent, "It was originally filled with dust. Someone touched it not long ago. It's easy to tell."
Lu Ming raised his head and looked carefully, but he still didn't find any difference between that purlin and other places.
"Let's go!" Lu Ming made a gesture and walked out first.
