The lobby of the Jinchao Hotel was already in chaos. People kept running out in panic, and the sirens kept ringing.
Chen Yuzhi followed Sun Yongren up the stairwell, bumping into guests who were running down the stairs from time to time. Chen Yuzhi could politely avoid it, but Sun Yongren didn't even look at it, he pushed it away unceremoniously, and ran upstairs wholeheartedly.
Just when they were half a floor away from the suite where Jiang Yuelou lived, the two heard Song Rong's hoarse voice not far away: "Master!"
Chen Yuzhi's heart trembled suddenly, he had a bad premonition, and regardless of being tired, he panted and ran up desperately.
He and Sun Yongren rushed to the door, only to see that the inside was in a mess, the furniture and walls were beyond recognition, the floor-to-ceiling windows were all broken, and the night wind made the curtains flutter, with some sparks.
Song Rong came out of the bathroom with an ugly expression, and shook his head at the two of them: "I'm not in the room, I should have been taken away."
Although Chen Yuzhi was flustered at the moment, he could barely maintain his sanity, and analyzed: "It's only been a minute since the explosion, and they must not have gone far."
Sun Yongren slammed the door, "Search separately!"
The three rushed out in a hurry.
Chen Yuzhi was not as physically strong as Song Rong and Sun Yongren, and he had exhausted all his strength climbing up the stairs in such a short time just now, so he could only be dragged to the end at this moment. When he was about to push open a utility room to check, someone grabbed his arm and dragged him to a corner.
Startled, he raised his hand to struggle, but when he turned around, he saw Jiang Yuelou standing in front of him with a serious expression. He immediately let out a sigh of relief, his body became weak and he was a little unsteady, and he could barely stand still with Jiang Yuelou's support.
"Are you okay?" Seeing that Jiang Yuelou looked normal, he temporarily let go, but he was still worried about his gunshot wound. At this moment, he really realized that Jiang Yuelou was in danger all the time.
Sun Yongren and Song Rong, who were walking in front, turned their heads when they heard the movement, and they couldn't help being overjoyed to see their section chief standing in the corner intact.
But now is not the time to be happy, Jiang Yuelou looked serious and calm, and quickly ordered: "We can't stay in this place, we have to leave quickly."
Song Rong glanced at the chaos in the corridor, and suggested: "I'm afraid there are already people watching downstairs, go through the staff passage."
He and Sun Yongren, one behind the other, guarded Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi in the middle, and hurried to the staff passage.
Sirens were already heard outside the Jinchao Hotel, and the police surrounded the hotel gates to help evacuate the escaped guests. Across the street, many passers-by were watching and discussing. Several gangsters spread out and stood in the crowd, staring at the hotel door, searching for the whereabouts of Jiang Yuelou and others among the crowd.
Jiang Yuelou, wearing a white chef uniform and a mask, ran out of the hotel among the kitchen staff, followed by Chen Yuzhi, who was wearing a doorman uniform. Song Rong and Sun Yongren were also dressed in waiter uniforms, deliberately lowering their sense of existence, and relying on the cover of real staff, they ran to corners where the police could not pay attention.
The gangsters over there are still searching, trying to find the target among the crowd who came out, but unfortunately they are doomed to return without success.
The four of Jiang Yuelou squeezed out of the crowd, quietly retreated into an empty alley, and took off their disguise.
Song Rong came to Jiang Yuelou's side and said eagerly in a low voice: "Master, this is very wrong. We have only checked in for half an hour, and Lucas knew right away that there must be something wrong."
"The traitor Sun Heming is dead. Except for the four of us, Miss Cheng is the only one who knows the exact whereabouts. This is wrong. I absolutely believe Song Rong. Could it be..." Sun Yongren said and aimed at the standing Chen Yuzhi was on the side.
Jiang Yuelou reached out and patted the back of his head mercilessly, "If it was him or Miss Cheng, do you think we could have escaped just now?"
Sun Yongren covered his beaten head, feeling very wronged: "I just said that..."
"We can't go to any hotels or hotels anymore, I think our fake identities have been released, and wherever we stay, they will hear soon."
"Then what should we do?" Song Rong looked at Jiang Yuelou, waiting for his further instructions.
The current situation is really not easy to handle, and Jiang Yuelou has nothing to do, but he will never agree to return directly to Jingcheng.
At this time, Chen Yuzhi, who had been silent all this time, said lightly, "Why don't you stay with me?"
In an instant, all eyes turned to him, with surprise, gratitude, and some inexplicable meanings, which made him bow his head uncomfortably.
"Since Dr. Chen sincerely invites, I will be disrespectful." Finally, Jiang Yuelou made a final decision.
What Chen Yuzhi rented in Hong Kong was a narrow one-room apartment, but one bedroom and one bathroom, with an area of only about ten square meters. There was only a single bed against the wall, a small sofa, a desk and a Chair. Four big men stood inside and could barely turn around.
"The place is only so big." Chen Yuzhi was a little embarrassed in his heart, but his face was still indifferent.
Sun Yongren scratched his head and looked around, muttering: "It's so bad..."
Before he finished speaking, he was kicked on the butt by Jiang Yuelou, almost falling out of the door.
Jiang Yuelou ignored his grievances, and sat on the bed casually, as if admiring the mansion, and smiled at Chen Yuzhi: "I think it's fine, but... I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay." Chen Yuzhi went to the desk and sat down, took out a book and read it by himself.
Sun Yongren stood at the door and found a comfortable place to lean against, and asked Jiang Yuelou, "Boss, I have a question."
"Where was I when it exploded?"
Sun Yongren nodded in surprise: "The one who knows me is the boss."
Jiang Yuelou also felt thrilling in retrospect at this time, and had to lament the favor of fate for him.
Last night Song Rong went to see Miss Cheng but did not return, Sun Yongren chased Chen Yuzhi out to apologize, and he was the only one left in the room. He was sorting out the clues after coming to Hong Kong in his mind, when he saw a hotel waiter walking in pushing a dining cart.
He remembered that just now Sun Yongren yelled that he wanted to have a good meal, so he didn't take much precautions. He stepped forward and lifted the food cover, looking at the exquisite western food inside, he didn't feel his index finger twitching.
He was about to pick up a fork to eat some, when he spotted a woman's purse on the ground not far from the dining car out of the corner of his eye.
Is this what Miss Cheng left behind? He bent down to pick up the wallet, glanced under the dining car, and found a fuse hidden under the napkin, which was burning with sparks and burning rapidly.
bomb! Jiang Yuelou showed fear, and subconsciously got up and ran out. Just as he reached the door, he was pushed out of the suite by the blast of the bomb.
At this time, he didn't care about the painful body, and found a place to hide before the other guests could react.
After Jiang Yuelou described it lightly, he took out the women's purse and played with it in his hands, with a look of indifference. But everyone present knew that the danger at that time was probably a hundred times what he described.
"This is probably that Miss Cheng's wallet. I didn't expect it to save my life." He smiled self-deprecatingly.
As soon as his words fell, Sun Yongren put his palms together and bowed towards the ceiling: "Amitabha, thanks to Miss Cheng's wallet. Speaking of which, young master, this is the second time Miss Cheng has saved you, right? Do you want to..."
"Stop talking nonsense and talk about business." Song Rong interrupted his joke seriously, and then turned to Jiang Yuelou: "Section Chief, what are your plans for the future?"
Jiang Yuelou tossed the wallet upwards, and caught it accurately, with determination in his eyes, "Capture the thief first, and find a way to start with Lucas. The first step is to determine whether Lucas is Who."
His movement touched the wound, and he frowned unconsciously, which was caught by Chen Yuzhi's peripheral vision. He immediately opened the medical kit, ready to help him treat the wound again. Seeing this, Song Rong took Sun Yongren out to buy something to fill his stomach.
Sure enough, after Jiang Yuelou took off his coat, blood had already stained the shirt inside red, which looked shocking.
Chen Yuzhi felt that Jiang Yuelou was really tough. After experiencing so many dangers in just a few days, he could still keep his head clear, and clearly set out the next task.
He seemed to have a little change in his heart towards this man, and the action of applying the medicine became a little gentler.
Just as he was bandaging, his mind flashed the thrilling experience of the day, and he suddenly said to Jiang Yuelou, "Since Sun Heming found out where you lived with me, he used the excuse of looking for a car and calling to inform you. When they arrived, it was about two About ten minutes. Converted to a distance, more than thirty miles."
Jiang Yuelou was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to bring up this topic, and after thinking about it, he continued. "The car they drove had traces of red soil. Thirty miles around, where is there red soil?"
Chen Yuzhi closed his eyes, as if a map was displayed in his mind. In the past few days in Hong Kong, in order to find his sister's whereabouts, he has almost traveled all over the streets and alleys, and he is very familiar with the surrounding area. He opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Yuelou seriously and said, "There should be only one place, near Yuanchun Road."
The next day, Chen Yuzhi got up early, bought breakfast, and went to Shandetang for a consultation, and gave up his small dwelling to Jiang Yuelou and others as a mission base.
Jiang Yuelou, Sun Yongren, and Song Rong sat around the table and had breakfast while having a meeting. Sun Yongren took a sip of salty soy milk and praised Chen Yuzhi so much that there was nothing in the sky and nothing on earth, which made Jiang Yuelou slap him on the head again, causing trouble. He begged for mercy again and again, and the atmosphere was relaxed.
And Song Rong remained calm all the time, and felt helpless seeing Sun Yongren often acting stupid, but at least it made the section chief feel more relaxed, so he didn't stop him. After everyone had finished their breakfast, he opened his mouth and said, "Section Chief, judging from the explosion last night, Sun Heming should not be the only one who colluded with Lucas. They should have other accomplices in Jingcheng. "
Jiang Yuelou nodded: "Yes, so before we find out who it is, we have to cut off all contact with Jingcheng."
This time Sun Yongren was a little worried, "Then there is no foreign aid, only us two cobblers, plus the boss Zhuge Liang?"
Jiang Yuelou glared at him, and continued: "There are not many people, but quality is the most expensive. The smell on the pier that day was high-purity opium. This batch of opium was reprocessed in Hong Kong, made into tobacco soil and longevity ointment, and then transshipped To all over the world. Being able to operate in such a huge business chain for many years, and never revealing his true identity and appearance, Lucas should not be underestimated, he is a strong enemy."
"So what should we do now?"
Jiang Yuelou took a piece of paper casually, and began to write while talking. "Judging from the manpower they dispatched, their scale is not small, and their stronghold must be able to accommodate at least so many people. In this case, near Yuanchun Road, there are more suspicious places, Shengde Hall, and the printing factory. In addition, we There is also a half-finished report on the car that was robbed, and it can be speculated that the important places operated by Lucas will be inspected irregularly. The combination of the two investigations should be able to lock his identity."
As Jiang Yuelou's right-hand man, Song Rong quickly understood and nodded in agreement, while Sun Yongren was still at a loss.
Jiang Yuelou tapped a few big characters on the paper with the tip of a pen, "Where Lucas may appear, the dock... the warehouse... the bar, and..."
"Holy... Shengde Hall?" Sun Yongren looked at the last three words and said in doubt.
"That's right, we split up and took pictures of everyone who came in and out of here in the past few days, and then superimposed them. The people who have appeared in these places are most likely Lucas."
The three looked at each other, and immediately geared up, full of confidence.
They unilaterally cut off contact with Jingcheng, which made some people worry and others happy.
Jingcheng Police Chief Bai Jinbo listened to the secretary's report with a grim expression, and unconsciously patted the table to ask, "Jiangyuelou lost contact?"
"Yes, since that day, Section Chief Jiang never called the bureau again. The last call was from Police Officer Sun to Wang Lao Si, asking about Chen Yuzhi."
Bai Jinbo thought about it, but didn't speak, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Section Chief Jin seems to have become suspicious. He asked Section Chief Qian several times what weapons and ammunition Section Chief Jiang took to perform his official duties before he left."
Bai Jinbo frowned, and seriously warned the secretary: "Strictly confidential, and must not be leaked." Immediately afterwards, he picked up a calendar from the table and looked through it, sighing: "I'm afraid it won't be too long, next Wednesday At the meeting, all the section chiefs of the police station and the team captains of the city defense department must attend the report."
"Then what do we do now? Do you want to do it yourself?"
Bai Jinbo was silent for a moment, and whispered a word: "Wait." Seeing that the secretary seemed puzzled, he explained: "First of all, we don't know what's going on in Hong Kong. Asking rashly may directly reveal his identity and his hiding place. Secondly, Yuelou has already made many enemies, and many people can't wait to step on him and watch his jokes. Our actions fall into the eyes of these people, and it is impossible not to expose his whereabouts, but push him into more danger situation."
The secretary nodded with admiration in his eyes.
Bai Jinbo thought about it again, and muttered: "If the Moon Tower hasn't appeared before next Wednesday, maybe I can find someone to help..."
At the same time, Zhan Junbai and Zhao Jingming were playing tennis on the garden court of Zhan Mansion. Within a few rounds, Zhao Jingming begged for mercy out of breath, and the two sat under the umbrella next to the court to rest and chat.
"I heard that Mo Qing is coming back?" Zhan Junbai asked while wiping his sweat with a white towel.
Zhao Jingming smiled and took a sip of water: "Yeah, after studying abroad for three years, it's time to come back. No, I was busy selecting the location of the new store of the foreign company a while ago, and I will let her take care of it when she comes back."
"It's still Section Chief Zhao who lives comfortably these days, with both hands, the work of the customs is going smoothly, and the business of the foreign firm is growing day by day."
"My small business is not in your eyes, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Zhao Jingming waved his hands again and again, looking like a villain. He suddenly remembered a person, and asked with a restrained expression: "By the way, I haven't seen Section Chief Jiang for a long time. Has he come to bother you recently?"
Zhan Junbai shook his head: "It is said that I am busy with official duties, but I don't know what to do specifically."
Zhao Jingming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "It's better if Jiangyuelou isn't here."
Zhan Junbai understood what he meant, took a sip of the English black tea brought up by his servants, and asked, "The boat is back?"
"Yes, when I arrive at the port the day after tomorrow, I specially asked someone to bring a Swiss watch. When the ship arrives at the pier, I will send it to you as soon as possible." Zhao Jingming smiled obsequiously.
Zhan Junbai put the teacup in his hand on the table heavily, and there was a crisp sound when it collided, which startled Zhao Jingming.
Just as he was about to explain a few more words, he suddenly heard Zhan Junbai sigh: "Brother Zhao, I'm not talking about you, you should report taxes honestly according to the imported goods declaration form, and bring some extra goods every time. Why bother to provoke Yuelou to stare?"
Zhao Jingming carefully observed Zhan Junbai's face, and saw that he was not angry, so he complained unconvinced: "Whoever does business doesn't make extra profits, I'll be fine, and I will pay taxes and purchase goods in a regular manner. The watch is nothing more than for personal use or as a gift. Our customs has turned a blind eye to it, but Jiangyuelou has a lot of things. He said that the scope of anti-smuggling includes commodities, and he has to come to the customs to check it himself. The dog takes the mouse."
"You, it's not the first time I've met Jiang Yuelou. He takes death seriously and is strict in anti-drug and anti-smuggling. Those few watches of yours look inconspicuous, and the prices are very expensive. They are worth half of your goods. Can he, Jiang Yuelou, bother you?"
Zhao Jingming was still angry, and said angrily: "Director Zhan, I know you appreciate him, but I'm not breaking the law. Everyone does this, but he Jiang Yuelou is stubborn. Everyone is drunk and he wakes up alone."
Zhan Junbai was laughed at by him, picked up the teacup and raised it to him again, and the two ended the topic.
Jiang Yuelou had no time to take care of all kinds of things in Jingcheng. He was hiding in a hotel room opposite Shengde Hall, hiding behind the curtains, concentrating on taking pictures of the pedestrians passing in and out through the window.
Shengde Church is a large church, and it is standing in the night with bright lights.
From time to time, foreigners appeared in the camera's viewfinder, and the gangsters who were looking for Jiang Yuelou at the explosion site of the Jinchao Hotel were all captured by Jiang Yuelou.
Among them was a man with a hooked nose who was very vigilant. Before entering the Shengde Hall, he turned his head suddenly and cast his sinister gaze towards Jiangyuelou's hiding place. Fortunately, Jiang Yuelou reacted quickly and quickly put away the camera without him noticing.
Hooked Nose led a few of his men into the church, and walked past a row of candlesticks shining with holy light, breaking the originally quiet and beautiful atmosphere.
On the high platform ahead stood an old man wearing a godfather's robe, surrounded by a peaceful and compassionate atmosphere. If you don't look at the tortured corpse under his feet, he should be the apostle who is closest to God in the eyes of the congregation.
Hooked Nose walked up to him, without looking at the corpse on the ground, and bowed respectfully to the old man: "Godfather."
This seemingly benevolent godfather is exactly the Lucas Jiang Yuelou was looking for. He ignored the hooked nose, just looked down at the corpse, and sighed: "Poor child, since you choose to believe in me, then why don't you believe in me?" You can't leave. Otherwise, it can only end like this... "
The hooked nose trembled all over, and stood aside respectfully, watching Lucas squat down slowly and close his eyes for the corpse.
"Has that person been found?" Lucas got up, washed his hands in the holy water beside him, wiped off the water with a white handkerchief, and spoke calmly.
Hooked Nose bowed in trepidation and replied, "Not yet."
Lucas didn't speak, just let out a long sigh. Hooked Nose turned pale with fright, and assured in panic: "Don't worry, I will hear about him soon. In Hong Kong, no one can escape from your grasp."
Lucas spread out his slightly aged palms, staring at them slightly with cloudy eyes, "Time is running out."
"Yes, my subordinate promises to capture Jiang Yuelou as soon as possible."
Hooked Nose led his men to leave Shengde Hall quickly, and his figure was captured in Jiangyuelou's camera again.
Sun Yongren and Song Rong, one at the pier and the other at the warehouse, also took pictures of the people coming and going day and night, and then used the bathroom of Chen Yuzhi's apartment as a darkroom to develop all the photos.
These photos were taped to one wall, some with Lucas, some without, and a few with a hooked nose, and the body of the man who was killed by Lucas in the church and thrown in the wilderness. The corpse was disheveled, revealing the scarab tattoo of Christ on its chest.
Jiang Yuelou took off the tattooed photo, thought carefully, and said to Song Rong: "It seems that our investigation is in the right direction. This pattern may be a mark of their organization."
"This is a scarab, a sacred object of Christianity. It is said that Jesus was crucified and was crucified. This is what he held in his hand when he was struggling. The scarab was stained with the holy blood of Christ, or it was blessed by God , so it has a strong holy power." Song Rong deliberately checked the information about this tattoo pattern.
Jiang Yuelou nodded, "Go ahead, everything will come to light soon." Song Rong took the order, and he and Sun Yongren plunged into the darkroom again.
They discussed these without avoiding Chen Yuzhi, and Chen Yuzhi was not interested in these, and always read quietly with a book of medical skills. Tired of looking at Jiang Yuelou's photos, he stood up and stretched his muscles, walked behind him, looked down at him, and looked over his shoulders to the book in his hand.
"Do you understand Japanese?" The medical book was full of Japanese characters, which made Jiang Yuelou's eyes hurt.
Chen Yuzhi was not affected at all, he turned another page, and said calmly, "A little bit."
"It stands to reason that those who can study abroad should not be too poor, so now you..." Jiang Yuelou stopped talking and did not continue.
"Living in troubled times, most of them are rich and poor at night and rich at night. Survival is already difficult, let alone rich."
Jiang Yuelou thought he would hear the story of his past, but he was a little surprised to be exposed so lightly. Chen Yuzhi glanced at his expression, "What's wrong?"
"I thought there was going to be a story."
Chen Yuzhi closed the book and turned his head to meet Jiang Yuelou's gaze, "Everyone has a story. Sometimes the speaker doesn't want to share it with others for the rest of his life, and sometimes the listener is wrong and the speaker doesn't want to tell it."
Jiang Yuelou smiled: "It means that I am the wrong listener?"
"Aren't you the same, you also have stories you don't want to tell?"
The moment he heard these words, Jiang Yuelou's expression changed imperceptibly. "I didn't." He refused to admit it.
Chen Yuzhi didn't force it, "Some things are more suitable in my heart than out of words." This is actually his perception of his own story, and he didn't expect it to match Jiang Yuelou's state of mind at this time.
Jiang Yuelou fell silent, Chen Yuzhi's figure slowly faded from his eyes, and the scene suddenly changed to the simple and messy home that used to be.
His mother was beaten bruised and swollen, fell to the ground and cried bitterly, holding a box tightly in her arms.
His father was skinny, his eyes were black and blue because of drug use, and he was viciously grabbing the box.
"This is An'er's study money, you can't take it."
The father didn't care what the money was used for, seeing that he couldn't grab it, he slapped his mother's face with one slap after another. "Bitch, don't give it to me, I'll kill you."
At that time, when he was young, he had just returned home, and when he saw this scene, he rushed over and dragged his father desperately, but was dragged away by the mad father.
The mother got up trembling, and shouted in horror: "Where are you taking An'er?"
The father turned around with a ferocious face and a crazy tone: "If you don't pay me, then I have no choice but to sell him for opium."
"Here, here, let go of An'er." The mother slammed the box at the father, grabbed the little one and hugged him tightly.
Father got the money and left in a hurry with a happy smile...
The scene in his eyes gradually turned into darkness, only the heart-piercing cries of his mother were still in his ears.
Chen Yuzhi found that something was wrong with Jiang Yuelou, his eyes suddenly became dark and deep, and his breathing also accelerated. He was a little surprised, grabbed his arm, wanted to pull him back to consciousness, and asked, "Are you okay?"
The position he grabbed was exactly the same as the position where his father dragged him in Jiang Yuelou's vision, which aroused his emotions even more. His breathing continued to accelerate, his eyes became fierce, and he flung Chen Yuzhi away.
Chen Yuzhi was unprepared, and took a few steps back before standing still. Looking at the man in a maniac opposite, his brows were tightly frowned. He wanted to go forward to ask further, but Jiang Yuelou suddenly walked towards the door, opened it and ran out. He was worried that something would happen, so he hurriedly chased him out.
Running all the way outside the apartment, the street was empty, and there was no sign of Jiang Yuelou. He had no choice but to choose a direction and continue to chase.
In the dark alley, his vision was limited, and he accidentally ran into the hands of two punks. One of the gangsters was playing with a small knife in his hand, and said to him with a smile: "Boy, peace makes money."
"Brothers have no other intentions, borrow some money to spend. Take out the money..."
Chen Yuzhi remained expressionless and showed no signs of fear. He quickly took out the wallet from his pocket and threw it to the gangster.
But his joy did not exchange for a pass, but instead became evidence that he was taken advantage of.
The little gangster rummaged through the wallet, not satisfied with the money in it, he grinned grinningly and wanted to continue searching him, expecting to find more valuable things.
Chen Yuzhi coldly shook off the little gangster's hand, as if he had a cleanliness obsession, hating the other's filth. The little bastard suddenly became angry, drew out his dagger and stabbed at him.
At this critical moment, Jiang Yuelou appeared silently, controlled the little gangster from behind, grabbed the knife with one hand, and twisted his arm mercilessly with the other.
The little gangster screamed miserably, and his companion rushed over to help, but was kicked away by Jiang Yuelou. The man managed to stabilize his figure, seeing that he couldn't please him here, he turned his head and threw himself at Chen Yuzhi who was at the side.
It's just that he didn't expect that Chen Yuzhi didn't dodge, but instead grabbed his arm, pulled and pushed, his arm joint seemed to be dislocated, and he couldn't use any more force.
At the same moment, Jiang Yuelou also kicked the little gangster to the ground and stabbed him with a knife, scaring him into screaming like a pig.
The sharp knife brushed past the little gangster's face, and immediately drew a bloodstain.
Only then did the two punks realize that they had offended someone they couldn't afford, their eyes were full of horror, and they got up and wanted to run. But Jiang Yuelou didn't let them go, and kicked them over again, with eyes full of mania and ruthlessness, pressing forward step by step, and the sharp knife hanging by his side was dripping with bright red blood.
He's going to kill them all.
Chen Yuzhi looked at Jiang Yuelou's actions worriedly, fearing that he would be irrational and hurt the lives of these two punks, so he hurried up to stop them.
"Enough, they can't move anymore."
Jiang Yuelou stopped, and his eyes shifted from the punk on the ground to Chen Yuzhi, unable to suppress his anger at all. "Get out of the way!" He shouted at Chen Yuzhi.
But Chen Yuzhi didn't give in, as if he wasn't afraid of him, he kept his eyes firmly between him and the gangster. Taking advantage of the confrontation between the two, the punks scrambled and fled towards the exit of the alley.
Jiang Yuelou still wanted to catch up, so he took a step to the left, and Chen Yuzhi followed suit, and the back of his hand accidentally hit the tip of the knife in his hand. Jiang Yuelou stopped quickly, feeling a little annoyed at the oozing blood, but then became even angrier. "Pedantic!" He cursed coldly, threw away the dagger, turned around and left quickly.
In the long and dark alley, Chen Yuzhi clutched the back of his injured hand, looked at Jiang Yuelou's back with complicated eyes, and sighed.
After the two returned, everything went as usual, and no one said much, but the next night, Chen Yuzhi did not come back on the pretext that the clinic was busy.
In fact, Chen Yuzhi didn't hide from Jiang Yuelou on purpose. He described Jiang Yuelou's strange emotions to other doctors in the clinic, and got an English version of the Western medical book "Emotional Illness". He became addicted as soon as he read it, and he simply stayed in the clinic.
Soon, Jiang Yuelou, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren locked Lucas on the photo. He sometimes appeared at the pier, sometimes at the Shengde Church, as well as warehouses and bars, all of which left his presence behind.
He wore a bishop's clothes when he was in Shengde Church, but he appeared in different styles of suits in other places, obviously changing his identity.
Jiang Yuelou frowned and stared at Lucas in the photo. He had a kind and gentle old man's face.
"No way? This person is Lucas? It doesn't look like it!" Sun Yongren was the first to feel unconvinced.
Song Rong patted him on the head with one hand, and said, "Bad people don't write bad words on their faces."
The two started arguing, but they didn't interrupt Jiang Yuelou's thoughts. "It's not quite like it, but the probability of a person appearing in these suspicious places at the same time is too low. And the appearance of the scarab proves that the boss behind the organization is a devout Christian, so his identity as a bishop It's a matter of course."
Standing in front of the photo wall, he stretched out his hand and flicked through the photos one by one along the location, and his eyes suddenly fixed on one of them.
The scene in that photo is a place called Lanse Cafe, not the ones they have delineated.
Jiang Yuelou clicked on this photo and asked, "Who took this?"
Song Rong poked his head and took a look, "It's me, I followed him out of the pier and saw him go in for a simple meal."
"Lanse...Lanse?" Jiang Yuelou touched his chin with one hand and pondered, always feeling that the store logo looked familiar.
Song Rong and Sun Yongren are still discussing over there.
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere!"
"By the way, we saw it on our first day in Hong Kong. Wang Ying also said that British tea is not as good as Pu'er."
"Yes, yes, I just said that my memory is superb..."
Jiang Yuelou raised his hand and interrupted the conversation between the two, "No, I seem to have seen this sign elsewhere."
He closed his eyes and carefully recalled what happened in the past few days, and a lady waiter's bow tie with blue words embroidered on it suddenly flashed in his mind.
It turned out to be at her place, so things would be easier to handle.
A gleam flashed in Jiang Yuelou's eyes, and he already had an idea in his heart.