"I've already written down everything. Check to see if it's correct. If there's no problem, just take your fingerprints."
A transcript was pushed in front of Ye Feifan. There were beautiful pen calligraphy on it. The inspector who recorded the record was still somewhat good at writing.
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, Ye Feifan dipped it in the ink pad next to him and immediately pressed his fingerprints.
"We will call you for specific matters, and please keep your mobile phone open."
Ye Feifan nodded quickly, hesitated and said: "I will try to go to bed at ten o'clock at night. You can come to me right before."
"Okay, we will pay attention, you can leave."
Accompanied by the inspector, Ye Feifan left the inspection station, and he also received the vegetable buns given to him by the police officers.
After standing there and thinking about it, Ye Feifan sent a text message to Fang Zheng, then left the old neighborhood and took a bus to the Lao Zhang Guesthouse in the old street.
The two of them have too big a target together. Only by moving can they reduce the stalker's tracking. It can be seen that Ye Feifan is also very afraid of the waiter's spy.
When we returned to Lao Zhang Guest House, it was already past two o'clock at noon. Ye Feifan also had lunch during this period. He was now determining the course of action in his room.
Sitting on the sofa with a teacup in hand, Ye Feifan looked at the map of Tianzi City on the coffee table and pondered for a while, but the sound of the two people talking made him a little interested.
"There was a large-scale fight at the Little Knife Casino yesterday. The venue has changed hands. Maybe we can go somewhere to play."
"What's going on? Isn't that a place for knives?"
"It's very simple. There was a man in a black fur coat who won a lot of money there last night. Xiao Dao refused to let him go, which cost him his life and the entire casino."
"Does the city lord not care about it?"
"You're overthinking this situation. You can't control this situation. It was the knife that struck first. It's useless even if you go to the head of state and cry."
"Do you know what that boss's name is?"
"I heard they called Black Hawk."
"I feel itchy after hearing what you said. Why don't we take a gamble now?"
"Good idea, wait while I look for poker..."
…
The conversation coming from next door came from two men. According to the analysis of their voices, they seemed to be less than thirty years old and they were not cultivators. Otherwise, the content of the conversation would not have been transmitted in this way (at least cultivators would arrange it. A soundproof array).
The Little Knife Casino is a site under the street of the coffin shop. It is a gold-selling cave for the rich. It is filled with a large number of desperate gamblers and criminals day and night, causing headaches for both the Inspectorate and the City Lord's Mansion.
The boss of Xiaodao Casino is called Xiaodao. He is petty-minded and aggressive. He is quite powerful in Tianzi City. It is common for him to be domineering. Even the city lord does not dare to easily remove this cancer.
Who would have thought that such a cancerous tumor would be directly removed by a person named Black Eagle, which would definitely be hot news.
At first, Ye Feifan was still worried about how to find Ye Shuangying, but now he felt cheerful. He already knew how to find the other party, which could be used as a hidden trump card.
With a good idea, Ye Feifan's biggest worry disappeared. He planned to call Fang Zheng in the evening and ask him to rush towards the old streets.
Now that he had plenty of time, Ye Feifan planned his course of action. After drinking the tea, he fell into a dream and began to practice.
Unlike before, this time Ye Feifan successfully saw Sanjiu's dream. Although it was just a corner, it also brought him unimaginable information.
…
It was a dark sky, and the rain kept falling.
Standing on the street of the Guest House, Sanjiu shivered a little, looking at the small card in his hand with the dim light.
"Are you going? Or not?"
Asking himself a deep philosophical question, Sanjiu took out a coin and threw it up.
"If it's heads, go, but if it's tails, don't go."
The coin fell into a puddle filled with rainwater, but you could see that it had a familiar front.
"go!"
Holding a big black umbrella, Sanjiu steps forward
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