White Pigeon Street is a very magical place. On the other side, dozens of meters away from it, is the most prosperous area in this area.
There is a huge manor of the Hanking Garden Hotel, supporting shopping malls, entertainment facilities and other places needed for life. There is a small residential area in the middle, and the staff dormitory building of the Hanking Garden Hotel is arranged in it.
However, Baige Street is not very popular, and there are often few people in the whole street. Most of the shops on the street are closed, or they are painted with big red strips that say low price for sale, or shocking sales. In this way, it still does not attract anyone, and it is extremely depressed.
The only exception is the bar that looks like a rough house.
The name of the bar is very strange, it is called "Old Man". Outside the rough room wall is painted a pair of old people embracing each other. They are the bar owner.
The old couple closed the door and went home for a few days. When they came back, they found that there was a murder at the door of their bar. They were so frightened that they rushed over on the spot and were taken directly to the hospital by the police car.
For a time, Pigeon Street ushered in its most glorious moment, and people were everywhere—
Most of them are police officers in uniform, and some are journalists and paparazzi carrying equipment. They have been hanging around here for several days, and they have long become old fritters. Hanging a badge, in and out freely, roaming everywhere.
But there are not so.
That night, the two figures sneaked around the bar and took a few pictures of the fountain at the entrance of the bar from a tricky angle.
The person squatting in front bowed his head and screened for a while, and saved part of it. Note: The body of the hotel monitor Barry was found in this fountain.
After finishing, he waved at the person behind him, and the two quickly crossed the street.
"Fuck, Sheriff! Come here!" He grabbed the servant's head and dragged him into the nearest dark alley.
Behind the two is a trash can, a holy place for alcoholics to vomit, so they can't love in life.
The young man whose head was being held down looked down at the press card on his chest, thinking that I seemed to have made a false certificate.
He looked puzzled, and after holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't hold back. He grabbed the person in front of him and asked, "Mr. Benqi, we obviously brought our documents, why did we touch them like this?"
This pair of sneaky people is none other than the reporter who had dealt with Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan on Lyra Star - Jim Bunch, and the assistant reporter Norman Hersey with him.
Ben Qi gave a "tsk" and was very impatient: "Why? Shouldn't I be asking you? As I said earlier, I went to the door of the hotel to take a few pictures. Which of those big guys' photos is more interesting than this fountain? No? You frown and look like you are going to kill you, muttering that you want to pay attention to the case?"
Hersey was a little aggrieved, "No, I mean why do we come in like thieves? Look at those reporters, aren't they all negotiating and chatting with the police openly?"
Ben Qi pinched the tip of his nose, and the smell of the trash can lingered, so much so that he spoke in a loud voice, "Alas - you're still young and don't understand."
Hersey: "..." Does this have anything to do with qualifications
"Who wants to hide in the trash can? I also want to swagger in front of the police station. Isn't this... a bit of a holiday!" Ben Qi said with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Holiday?" Hersey asked curiously, "Who are you with? If it's a police officer, can we just let him go? Go and talk to someone else."
Ben Qi scratched his eyebrows, "That... Sheriff Xiao."
Hersey: "…"
How are you now? Who else can I find when I have a holiday with the boss? No wonder he was dragged into the trash by Bunch as soon as he saw the sheriff's shadow.
"Why would there be a festival?" Hersey was even more curious. In his eyes, Ben Qi was a person who could do one less thing and never one more thing. He seldom caused trouble for himself, and he was a little slick with power.
Bunqi's words were vague: "It was a long time ago. Because of some cases, I was a little more serious at that time, not very likable, and offended him many times. Plus the bombing before the first half of the year made him unhappy..."
When Hersey heard about the bombing, he became excited, "Are you talking about the dean's bombing?"
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 Hersey 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 no less unusual than a dog throwing away its bones to eat grass.
"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.
"Do 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, 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?" Hersey 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 is said to have 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... good and suddenly 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.
A hurricane of this magnitude doesn'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, and Gu didn't do anything.
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!
As he stretched out his arms and hugged him back, he patted his firm shoulders, "Why are you so sleepy today?"
They actually went to bed early yesterday, and their kisses were all tender and gentle, and they didn't do much.
It's not supposed to be so sleepy.
Gu Yan didn't move, and replied lazily, "En."
"...Don't talk in my ears." Yan Suizhi tried to save himself.
However, someone didn't cooperate, and continued to say in a low, hoarse voice: "Last night, I flipped through Joe's information package again, and I slept a little late..."
Yan Suizhi: "Well..."
In fact, I didn't hear anything.
He endured it for a while, and finally got out of the way, pinched his earlobe and said angrily, "Classmate Gu, did you do it on purpose?"