Master held a piece of information paper between his two fingers, jumped out of the car, and trotted into Master Qiao's villa. Ignoring the bodyguards and servants who greeted him, he rushed to the second floor with his old arms and legs, and ran to Master Qiao's bedroom after a while. He hurriedly knocked on the door, and there came the lazy voice of Mr. Qiao, "Who is it?"
"I!"
"come in."
The master pushed the door and entered, and as soon as he stepped in, he said, "Hey!" Don't look away! The body was lying on the big bed, and Mr. Qiao's droopy stomach was pressing against a small white buttocks. The scene was simply unsightly.
"Boss, why did you still bring it home?!" The master's heart was as bitter as Huanglian.
The young and handsome little sammy, like a white gecko, clambered on Mr. Qiao's body. Compared with Lai Sanmei, who was flamboyant and flamboyant before, how pure and sensible he seemed, he immediately pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and shyly shrank into Master Qiao's arms.
Master Qiao lovingly stroked his little head across the quilt, "Tell me what's going on."
The master stood far away in disgust and waved the information in his hand. Grandpa Qiao sighed, patted Sammy and motioned for him to go out first, "My master, old baby, why are you so jealous?"
"My boss! Stop this baby and that baby, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp! Look at it!" The master hurriedly slammed the information in front of him, "This is what I told him at the charity party that day. Your darling He Chusan is the one who fights! It's not a poor boy who eats and drinks, but a detective from Lianji! The two of them were secretly talking in the corner that day. As soon as I went over, they started fighting. There must be ghosts in this!"
Master Qiao took over the information and took a few glances. In addition to his name and professional experience, there was also a photo of Lu Guangming: a young and handsome face, crescent eyes, and it was quite cunning and cute. Geez, what a pity!
"That's it?" he asked the master.
"Isn't that a big deal?!"
"Oh, my master," Master Qiao took him with an arm, "could you rest your old heart and stop being so ghostly? What advisors can't think of what you can think of? He The identity of this person has already been found out! The night before yesterday, I have quietly given..." He made a gesture of raising his hand and dropping the knife.
"Did he tell you?" Master asked suspiciously, "He had the guts to kill Lian Ji?"
"Who to kill is not to kill? This kid from Lianji has to kill. He found out that we used to give red envelopes to the detectives, and he started to check the accounts made by consultant He, and let him check further, maybe he will find the old man. The shopkeeper is on his head."
"You saw Consul He killed with your own eyes?" The master was still suspicious.
"Yesterday Kevin sent over a photo of a dead man."
"Where's the photo?"
"Kevin burned on the spot! What do you keep it for? Wait for the police to check in?"
The master frowned, and he always felt that this matter was even more wrong. He Chusan was so cruel and ruthless in his work, how could he have left Xia Liuyi's life in the first place, so that he was stabbed in two holes? Don't the gay guys have a lot of love like Joe, and are easily dizzy by the beauty of men? And this Kevin, who was obviously dizzy by He Chusan, where is his heart heading
The master was pushed out impatiently by Big Brother Qiao, and got into the car in a very dispirited manner. It rained one after another two days ago, but it only cleared up today. At this time, it was a sunny day in late spring and early summer, but he was full of heavy hearts and depressed.
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At the same time, He Chusan, dressed in a plain black suit and a pair of sunglasses, stepped off the ferry parked at the pier on Tai O Island. The agent of the old shopkeeper was waiting for him on the pier alone. Contrary to his elegant style in the underground tea room, he was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt and trousers today, and he looked no different from the islanders.
The strong smell of the sea came on, and the two walked one after the other on the dilapidated gray-white and crumbling wooden bridge, and there was a crunching sound from the soles of their feet. On both sides of the narrow seaway are layers of ancient and narrow sea huts, wooden huts supported by stakes deep into the water, rotten stakes, dilapidated houses, some with canvas roofs, some with roofs. With wooden boards, the colors are colorful, and it looks poor and complicated. Along the way, I didn't see any young people. Several old women were washing their clothes in the sea water by the house, and the broken wooden rack beside them was full of dried salted fish. Everything seemed peaceful and desolate.
The agent led He Chusan through bridges and alleys, entered the depths of the fishing village, and stopped in front of a small hut that was no different from other houses. When He Chusan saw several men dressed as islanders but with strong muscles who were suspected to be bodyguards standing in front of the house and behind the house, he was stunned and knew that this was the place.
The bodyguard checked him from start to finish and let him go. He Chusan walked into the room alone and glanced at the incense burner enshrined in the outer hall. There was a black and white photo of a woman on the altar, which could not be seen clearly in the smoke. He bypassed the altar, walked through the empty inner room, and walked to the wooden platform facing the sea.
A man in plain clothes was sitting on a small wooden chair with his back to him, fishing. Hearing his approaching and stopping footsteps, the man made a majestic and calm voice, "Sit down."
He Chusan sat down on another small chair beside him.
"Have you been here?"
"I haven't been here."
The man stared intently at the buoy on the water, and the profile of his profile was as hard as a knife. "This place used to be called 'Danjia Village', and these fishermen were called 'Danmin'. During the war in the past four years, many refugees fled to this island. They had nowhere to go or a house to live, so they lived in the water. , live on a boat. I was born on such a dirty and broken boat. My dream since I was a child was to get out of here. When I was fourteen years old, I rowed a small canoe and wanted to row to Hong Kong Island from here. It took me a long time to row. For a long time, I rowed from day to night. At night, I couldn't tell the direction. There was pitch-black water on all sides. I could only continue to row, either to land or to die in the sea. I rowed for two days and two nights, the morning of the third day. , the boat leaked and sank, I swam forward desperately, and finally swam to Hong Kong Island."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at He Chusan.
He Chusan couldn't help trembling as if he had been electrocuted - he felt the bloodthirsty killing intent of a tiger's eyes! Those are a pair of eyes that have eaten raw flesh and ripped people's hearts, and they are definitely not something that an agent who pretends to be sophisticated and elegant can disguise! And he clearly recognized that the other party was Xie Yingjie, who was the top Chinese police officer at the time and was the deputy police commissioner!
Xie Yingjie saw the shock and fear in his eyes. "Can you swim?"
"Won't."
"What would you do if the ship sank?"
"I got on your boat, so I knew it wouldn't sink."
Xie Yingjie turned his head and looked at the slightly trembling fishing line buoy. "Oh! I don't know the sky is high and the sea is vast." He raised his hand and lifted the fishing rod heavily, and a big fish jumped out of the water!
"Tell me about your plan."