It is undeniable that sometimes the problem you are interested in may not necessarily be a clue of value. Even so, your knowledge may be limited. Even if you know that the clue is not important, you still have to solve the problem in detail and grasp it firmly.
reason? The reason is very simple. The reason why this is so is because there is a causal connection between the clues themselves and the unraveling of the mystery. Just like in a chaotic room full of messes, if you want to solve the problem and find out the truth, unless you have Absolutely tyrannical strength can cut through the mess quickly. Otherwise, many times you have to execute it step by step. First, find a piece of thread. Although it is impossible to figure out everything with just a piece of thread, it is precisely this piece of thread that can be seen. Seemingly insignificant threads are often crucial to the final outcome.
Whether we can know the final answer depends on this thread, and whether we can find out the final truth also depends on this thread. Although we say this, in fact, most experienced people do this, calm down and observe their surroundings. , find the best clue among the seemingly disorganized clues, then peel off the cocoons layer by layer, straighten them out layer by layer, and then of course get more clues and more information until you find the final answer.
I understand this, so I have always done this.
No matter how dangerous it is, no matter how impatient I am, I will always take time to think and carefully analyze the clues and information I can get.
After all, I am not a god, I am just a human being, an ordinary human being who is too ordinary to be ordinary.
but……
This time, or in this supernatural mission that was cursed and marked as ordinary level, I had an ominous premonition, an ominous premonition that was only for me personally.
Sister Ye Wei once explained to me that premonition is equivalent to intuition, which is equivalent to the mysterious sixth sense of human beings that has degraded for a long time. Through intuition, sometimes you will have inspiration and guess, and then you will find a way out by accident, but...
In the same way, intuition can sometimes give you a bad feeling, like a weird premonition that cannot be explained or explained.
Due to the unclear explanation and confused thoughts, in the end, I just felt that I was about to be unlucky, unlucky in this ordinary-level supernatural mission that seemed not to be difficult.
Unlucky? What kind of bad luck?
I don’t know, he might be seriously injured, he might die in the end, or he might...
Falling into something more terrible than death!
Every time I think about this, I shudder. Oh my God, curse, how far have you given your magical power? And what ending will you arrange for me at this moment?
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, just take it one step at a time. Even if I am aware of it now, even if I inevitably die in the end, at least, I can still guarantee one thing:
I will continue to struggle, I will not give up, I will never give up, curse, I will not bow to you, let alone surrender to you.
No, never, not until the very end of my life!
If possible, one day I would even like to see you with my own eyes to see who you really are and what qualifications you have to play with human life wantonly! ! !
………
Hong Kong, midnight and early morning, in the Tsim Sha Tsui hotel, a wonderful scene that can only appear in movies is currently being staged, a high-energy scene of being outnumbered.
Bang, bang, bang!
"ah!"
"oops!"
Accompanied by the sound of impact, mixed with screams, and matched with the ubiquitous fierce fists and kicks, within a moment, the hotel lobby was emptied, jointly emptied by a bald man and a ruffian young man.
When the last thug was knocked to the ground, Mustache's heart was completely cold, as cold as bone.
After recovering from the stunned state, he first looked at his subordinates lying all over the hall wailing, and then at the bald young man in a black vest and sportswear. At this moment, the mustache was frightened, completely frightened, and maybe he also noticed that the other person was staring at him. I, for some reason, saw no one standing around me anymore. The bald man's fierce gaze and the sultry gaze of the young man in sportswear were both looking towards the mustache.
"Gudu."
After receiving a malicious look, Mustache swallowed. In addition to his instinct to take two steps back, his mind was filled with thunderous waves. He really didn't expect that the other party only showed two people and all 15 of his men were killed like this. Come on, who are these guys?
Unfortunately, he was so frightened and confused that it was too late to find the answer, because in his field of vision, the two fierce-looking guys were now walking towards him!
Seeing this scene, Mustache was frightened to death on the spot! How can he not understand that the other party is simply not something he can deal with? So when he saw the two approaching, Mustache kept backing away, and he was extremely frightened.
However, at this moment, just when Peng and Chen were planning to repair this reckless guy...
"Brother Peng, Xiaoyao, you two wait a moment."
Out of some thought, He Fei stopped the two of them, and then scolded Mustache and the thugs lying on the ground around him: "If you don't want to continue to be beaten, get out!"
"Uh, ah! Yes, yes, yes, yes, let's get out of here, get out of here!"
"Hey! Why are you losers still lying around? Are you standing up? Why don't you leave quickly!"
Sure enough, as soon as He Fei said this, Mustache suddenly felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Seeing that the other party was planning to let him go, he who had long wanted to run away immediately nodded in response, and similarly, the other thugs who had seen the other party were powerful. How could there be collective deafness? Coupled with Mustache's constant urging, they knew what to do for fear of continuing to be beaten.
………
In less than a minute, all the dozen thugs in the entire hotel lobby were gone. Seeing this, Zhao Ping frowned slightly, walked to the young man's side, and then asked in a slightly worried tone: "Just... Is it okay to let them go like this?"
As if he had guessed the other person's mind, He Fei replied: "It's okay. These thugs are not public security guards. What's more, who of these people has never had a case against them? I don't think they dare to call the police even if they let them go." , unless you want to be investigated by the police."
After hearing this, Zhao Ping nodded thoughtfully, while He Fei gave Peng Hu and Chen Xiaoyao a thumbs up and praised them as if they had discovered a new world: "As expected of Brother Peng, he is indeed amazing! And Chen Xiaoyao, you too , although I knew from Yao Fujiang that you knew Kung Fu before, I didn’t expect you to be so powerful, and your Kung Fu is also very interesting."
In fact, He Fei was not the only one to praise. After witnessing the wonderful fight just now, apart from Cheng Ying who was unmoved, everyone else in the team also praised Peng Hu, especially Yao Fujiang who even flattered Peng Hu with a playful smile. This also made everyone in the team praise him. The already grinning bald man became even more proud, and Chen Xiaoyao became even more exaggerated. Seeing that everyone, including the captain, praised him, the young Taoist priest's vanity was unprecedentedly satisfied. First, the slut neatly trimmed his forehead and hair, and then He said in a half-humbly and half-proud tone that he was invincible in the world: "Where is it? Beating this person is nothing at all. I think back then at the foot of Mount Lu, I was the one who beat away a large group of foreign tourists." !hey-hey!"
Let’s get back to the topic, let’s not talk about how complacent the bald man and the young Taoist priest are, and let’s not talk about how Cheng Ying looks contemptuous. After praising the two of them, He Fei did not forget about the business, and immediately turned his eyes to the opposite side, to the other side. The seemingly deserted reception desk, but knowing what to expect, the college student sneered and walked behind the desk without saying a word. Sure enough, he saw the receptionist squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, shivering.
At this moment, when he noticed someone coming next to him and saw He Fei's cold gaze, the receptionist was frightened half to death. Perhaps he was worried about being beaten again. Without waiting for He Fei to speak and not bothering to wipe his nosebleed, the receptionist took the lead and begged: "Don't, don't hit me...Heroes, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Seeing that this guy was so cowardly, everyone else was okay, but Peng Hu suddenly felt angry. In addition, he still remembered what happened earlier, so he spat, and then followed the young man to the front desk, clenching his hands and yelling fiercely. He scolded: "What a fool, they say that you guys from Hong Kong bully the weak and fear the strong. It's true. Now I ask you again, are there any empty rooms left?"
"Yes, yes! We can open as many rooms as the distinguished guests want!"
In fact, the situation has developed to this point. No matter how stupid the receptionist is, he has completely realized that the people in front of him are very ordinary. Only two people can defeat a group of people. This is something that a small receptionist like him can't mess with. Sure enough, after being so frightened by Peng Hu, the receptionist quickly changed his mind like a chicken pecking at rice. Not only did he completely deny the fact that the guest room was full earlier, but he even used it. Even his parents had never used it. Addressed with honorifics.
"Then why don't you hurry up and register!? Don't worry, I have plenty of money!"
"Yes, yes! I'll book a room right now! Oh, by the way, there are a lot of people. I wonder how many rooms we need to book?"
Hearing the receptionist's question, Peng Hu was slightly startled. He first looked back at the people behind him, and then turned back to the shivering receptionist and asked, "Huh? What? Isn't it possible that a hotel as big as yours can accommodate a lot of people?" The presidential suite?”
The receptionist explained with a sad face: "Brother, you are talking about a hotel, but ours is a hotel. Accommodation is just an add-on. What's more, the boss only gave the hotel a 3-star rating in order to save money... "
As he spoke, as if he remembered something, the receptionist hurriedly added: "Although there are many hotels and guesthouses in Hong Kong, in fact there are not many hotels and guesthouses with presidential suites, let alone Mong Kok, even if you look at the whole of Hong Kong. Only the Elizabeth Hotel in Saigon and the Polaris Hotel in Yuen Long have presidential suites..."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask others. If I tell any lies, you can beat me to death!"
Seeing that the receptionist was swearing, Peng Hu did not continue speaking, but looked at He Fei beside him. He Fei certainly understood what Peng Hu meant, so after thinking for a while, he turned back to the receptionist and said: "It doesn't matter. We'll still stay in the presidential suite if we don't have one. Let's give us four of the best guest rooms. By the way, they should be connected together."
As the saying goes, a filial son emerges from a stick, and a good man emerges from a fist. After the scene of a group fight earlier, He Fei spoke calmly, but the frightened receptionist still did not dare to neglect him. After nodding, he hurriedly helped everyone Go through accommodation procedures.
Sure enough, under the receptionist's extraordinary speed, within a short while, four room keys on the third floor fell directly into He Fei's hands. In addition to paying by swiping their cards, everyone also decided on the room allocation through a short discussion. The distribution is as follows:
There are four guest rooms. In addition to the female Qian Xueling and another female newcomer Liu Xueping who must occupy one room, He Fei, Peng Hu and Yao Fujiang share one room, and Zhao Ping, Zhu Yuandong and Chen Xiaoyao share one room. Cheng Ying was in a separate room.
Although this allocation is somewhat unreasonable, with the deepening of mutual contact, most people in the team, especially the senior members, are already aware of Cheng Ying's habits. It is undeniable that He Fei was worried about the other party, but after recalling the other party's identity, in the end, the young man still He didn't say anything, only a look of worry flashed across his face when he handed the key to Cheng Ying, and Cheng Ying took the key calmly as if it was nothing.
After the keys were distributed, and in the middle of the morning, everyone was about to go upstairs, but He Fei ordered the others: "Everyone, please go upstairs and rest first. Cheng Ying stays with me. I have something to ask the receptionist."
The newcomers may be a little confused, but the seniors who know He Fei's character well still nodded thoughtfully, and then took the lead towards the stairs. However, for some reason, even if they are familiar with the young man's character, even if they can guess the other party's intentions, when they step on the stairs , based on a certain thought, a certain man with glasses instinctively looked back at He Fei.
(He must have discovered something.)
………
The night covered the sky, and the moonlight penetrated directly through the clouds. In addition to bringing a ray of light to the night, it also opened a window for the young captain who was full of thoughts, a clue, and a clue of value that was at least important to him personally.
As the executors rushed upstairs, soon, only He Fei, Cheng Ying and the receptionist were left in the hotel lobby. At this moment, looking at the receptionist who was always looking at him with fearful eyes, this time, The college student's expression changed. He was no longer silent at first. Instead, he turned around and greeted him with a friendly face: "What's your surname, Mr. Receptionist?"
Seeing He Fei's smile, the receptionist felt a little more at ease and quickly replied: "My surname is Wang. My name is Wang Bin. Just call me A Bin."
"How about Mr. A Bin, please come with us and sit there? There will probably be no one else staying at the hotel in the middle of the night. I want to have a chat with you."
"Uh, okay."
About a minute later, the camera moved to the right side of the hall near several sofas for guests to rest. He Fei and Cheng Ying were currently sitting opposite the receptionist named Wang Bin. Seeing that the other person always looked flustered, He Fei smiled slightly. , took out a cigarette and handed it over. Wang Bin took one and lit it. First he took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, after taking one sip, the receptionist's expression suddenly changed. Then he instinctively stared at the cigarette in his hand with eyes full of astonishment and praised:
"Good smoke!"
In fact, this is nonsense. As the saying goes, the products produced by Curse must be high-quality products. Not only are there many high-quality products, Curse has always been generous with some luxuries in life, and what was held in the hands of the receptionist at this moment was precisely the high-quality cigarettes brought by He Fei. , are top-notch cigarettes that even the rich can’t buy in the real world. Seeing the other party showing surprise, He Fei, who was also fuming across from him, didn’t care at all. He raised his head and scanned the hotel lobby, then immediately changed the subject and said with a The deputy asked in a chatty tone: "Abin, how long have you been working in this Tsim Sha Tsui hotel?"
"Well, about three years."
After hearing the other party's answer, He Fei felt reassured, nodded and continued to ask: "Since Abin, you have been working in the hotel for a long time, then I am very curious as to why the hotel strictly prohibits mainlanders from staying? Is it true as originally said? Is this an order from your boss?"
In order to clear up the relationship, A Bin quickly replied: "Yes, it is indeed the boss's order. Of course, it is okay for mainlanders to come here to eat, but they are not allowed to stay."
(Huh? What kind of bullshit rule is this? It’s okay for mainlanders to come to the hotel to eat, but they are prohibited from staying in the hotel? This...)
After observing his words and confirming that what the other party said was basically true, He Fei became more and more strange as he listened. In stunned silence, he turned to look at Cheng Ying beside him, his eyes full of opinions and references. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ying just sat beside him for a while. Obviously, the reason why the professional killer remained silent was not because she didn’t want to know the truth or because she wasn’t curious about the hotel rules, but because she understood that He Fei would be the best to handle such a matter, at least when she didn’t know anything about it. I will never interfere with words or make speculations, so as not to disrupt the other person's thoughts.
"Ahem."
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yingli ignored her. In order to cover up her embarrassment, she coughed twice. The college student looked at A Bin again and asked with a puzzled expression: "Huh? This rule is quite strange. Can you explain it?"
Hearing this question, A Bin was silent for a while, then showed hesitation, and finally answered hesitantly in a complicated tone: "Well, I'm sorry, sir, I don't know about this, and I don't know either." I hope that your accommodation tonight can be kept a secret for me. After all, you mainlanders are not allowed to stay here, so you just need not to reveal your identity as a mainlander during your stay. In case the boss knows... I , I will definitely be fired!”
"Oh? Where are those thugs? Aren't you worried about them leaking the news?"
"Are you talking about Da Fei's group? Don't worry, they were paid by the boss to come and see the show, but they were beaten up by two people because they had no ability. Do they have the face to say such a shameful thing? Unless they don't want to If I continue to hang out in Mong Kok, I will never say anything.”
He Fei smiled slightly after hearing this and said: "Well, okay, in that case, I agree to your request. My companions and I will keep it a secret for you, but..."
"It's just that you need to answer the question I just asked. You must answer it!"
Who is He Fei? He is a veteran, one of the best in the entire team. Even if he does not talk about mission experience, his ability to observe words and expressions has been practiced to the point of perfection. When he sees the other party showing entanglement and hesitating in words, unless he is an idiot, otherwise he will not How could you not notice it?
At this moment, facing the young man's seemingly casual answer that actually contained a threat, Abin felt confused. Yes, he really didn't expect that the person opposite him would care about this matter from beginning to end, let alone this hotel rule. What's too curious about? After all, does the rule have something to do with this group of people?
Even so, facing the young man's verbal coercion and in order to keep his job, at this moment, he was caught in a dilemma, and his face became further hesitant and tangled.
However……
Snapped.
Before A Bin's hesitation ended, and before he could choose between keeping a secret or keeping his job, He Fei slapped eight large-denomination U.S. dollars with face values of 100 on the coffee table with a soft sound. , casually throwing out the money, He Fei then imitated the rich man on TV, crossed his legs, shook his legs and said with a smile: "I know my request will make it difficult for Mr. A Bin to do it, but as luck would have it, I am such a person. But I always like to help others solve their problems, so..."
At this point, he glanced at the dollars on the table, paused briefly, and continued: "So I won't make it difficult for you, Mr. A Bin. It's up to you whether you want to say anything or not."
As for A Bin...
It's exactly as expected!
Staring at the eight hundred-dollar bills in front of him, A Bin's eyes instantly went straight! In other words, it’s because he is not honest. Others may be a little confused, but for him, a hotel receptionist who deals with money all day long, he knows the specific value of these U.S. dollars better than anyone else. The maximum face value of one is 1,000 yuan. Hong Kong dollars are approximately equal to 900 RMB, and one hundred US dollars is equivalent to 700 RMB. In this case, according to the exchange rate, eight 100 US dollars are equivalent to 6,000 Hong Kong dollars!
This is not a small sum of money!
Seeing and thinking of this, A Bin's throat moved slightly. He struggled for a while, but in the end, he moved. Under He Fei's smiling eyes, Cheng Ying's eyes were filled with contempt. While looking at him, he reached out and put the money into his pocket.
(There are so many staff in the hotel. Anyway, I am not the only one who knows this rule. What’s more, when I just checked in, I deliberately changed the check-in status of these people to Hong Kong residents... Well, no problem, absolutely no problem. )
With a sense of luck and suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, A Bin put 8 US dollars into his pocket. After doing all this, as expected, A Bin seemed to have finally made up his mind and flew towards He He with a smile on his face. He nodded and said: "Okay, since sir wants to know the details, then I will tell you, but you must not leak it to others."
He Fei nodded affirmatively. Seeing the other party's agreement, A Bin no longer hesitated and swallowed. Then his expression changed, becoming no longer natural and smiling, and finally turned into a look of fear. He raised his head and looked around to make sure there was no one else around, and then lowered his voice and said to He Fei and He Fei: "Actually, not only you mainland guests, but also the local residents are also confused by the boss's rule that prohibits mainlanders from staying in the hotel. Fortunately, I I have worked for a long time and am quite trusted by my boss, so I know a little bit about the reason."
At this point, A Bin paused again, and finally said in a lower voice: "Because, in our Tsim Sha Tsui hotel..."
"Noisy!"
