"Master, once this money is handed over, Jingtai's current capital chain will be completely broken..." Facing the housekeeper's earnest words, Lin Youyuan just handed over the signed document with shaking hands.
"No need to persuade, just do it."
Butler Lin was silent for a while, heaved a long sigh, and went out with the documents.
In the dark room, he was wearing pajamas and sitting alone in a wheelchair facing the window, watching the heavy rain outside, stroking a rusty pistol in his hand, his eyes sighing.
"Old Song, he is back after all."
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Seven or eight o'clock in the evening is a good time for people to relax after gossip.
There was a lot of people in the teahouse, and the waiters who came and went were all dressed in ancient costumes, with a white sweat towel on their shoulders and a gray cloth apron around their waists, respectfully putting a pot of tea on the nanmu table.
"Sir, please use the excellent Biluochun."
The waiter put down the teacup and wanted to warm his cup, but was stopped by a wave of his hand.
"Thank you, no need, I will call you again if necessary."
The waiter was startled, and met the old man's gaze. Although his temples are gray and gray, his eyes are concealed, and there is a majesty in him. The young man's heart skipped a beat, he bowed and retreated, not forgetting to close the box door for him.
Across a carved wooden window, Daomadan downstairs with a clear and pleasant voice is singing: "Many heroines have made contributions and killed enemies for the country. They have produced heroes from generation to generation. How can these women be inferior to others?" male… "
The sound of the bangzi sounded, and it was singing to the point of excitement.
The woman opened the door and entered, took off the hood of the raincoat, revealing a beautiful face.
"Here we come." The old man greeted.
Without further ado, the woman snatched the warm cup of tea from him and drank it in one gulp, wiping the water stains from the corners of her lips with the back of her hand.
"Pour another glass, pour another glass, I'm thirsty."
Feng Jianguo shook his head helplessly. He drank all the water in the warm cup. It was really vulgar. He couldn't see the arrogance of the rich lady at all, but that was fine, because Lin Yan had the experience of coming from the bottom, mixed with the three religions, and was extremely malleable. Strong is the best candidate for an undercover agent.
He poured her a cup of good tea and pushed it over.
"Hard."
Lin Yan twitched the corner of her lips, shook her head and smiled contemptuously, took the cup of good tea, gulped it down, and drank it without any taste.
"Let's gossip, it's not easy to come out, Wang Qiang is dead, I haven't seen the top master."
Feng Jianguo nodded lightly: "I know."
The body dug up from the construction site was on the news, and it was a murder case under the jurisdiction of the Municipal Bureau.
"I'll press down and find out what's on your head..."
Lin Yan picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.
"Don't worry, your people can't get anything out of me."
A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Jianguo's lips, and he poured tea for himself.
Lin Yan seemed to suddenly remember something, staring at his hand holding the pot without moving, his tone was a bit cold.
"You also arranged for Song Yuhang to take people to the Huange Nightclub?"
"Ahem..." The tea drinker on the opposite side was choked and waved his hands again and again.
"It's not me. The command issued by the command center was sent to me and immediately told them to come back."
The expression on Lin Yan's face was indescribable, and the peanuts were no longer fragrant.
"You don't want to see?"
The old man is quite gossip.
Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "Is it time to see you now?"
Damn it, I almost lost my expression, almost giving up all my previous efforts.
Feng Jianguo understood, and suppressed the teasing smile on his lips.
"It's a test to make a mistake."
Originally, she thought that Song Yuhang would be safer if the black hand behind her feigned death would stop for a while, but who knew that she would come out by herself and insist on jumping into the fire pit.
The moment Lin Yan saw her, he was really angry, anxious, relieved and sad, and there was also the joy of a young girl Huaichun.
She collected herself, drank the last cup of tea of the day, and suppressed the blush on her face.
"Okay, here I have important information to tell you, there is a shipment worth..."
Lin Yan dipped his fingers in the tea, and wrote "two hundred million" on the table stroke by stroke.
"And, a buyer has been found."
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A hot pot restaurant where technical detectives usually have dinner together.
The air-conditioning in the store was fully turned on, and the bottom of the red oil pot was hot and spicy, but none of them had any appetite.
"Captain Song, the City Bureau has set up a task force for this case, and we are not allowed to follow up."
As Zheng Chengrui said, he took out the information collected from the intranet from his bag and handed it to her.
Song Yuhang held the thin piece of paper, feeling a little grateful.
"thanks."
Duan Cheng also put down his chopsticks and said, "I was carrying the machine on the spot during the autopsy today. Although I'm not good at learning, I can still tell whether a person was burned to death during his lifetime or after his death."
"The fatal injury of the deceased Wang Qiang was a knife wound in the heart. He was killed with a single knife, or from the back of his heart. It shows that the perpetrator was very powerful, and it is very likely that he was a tall and ruthless man."
"But..." He murmured, as if he didn't dare to say anything.
A smile appeared on Song Yuhang's lips, and he encouraged him with his eyes.
"That's right, it's made great progress. Anyway, it's all speculation, so it's okay to say boldly."
"If the strength is insufficient, a forensic doctor or doctor who is proficient in human anatomy and the location of organs can also kill with one blow."
The smile as light as green smoke on the corners of Song Yuhang's lips completely disappeared.
Fang Xin comforted her: "The city bureau will work together on this case, and the truth will definitely come to light."
How could Song Yuhang have the heart to tell them that among their trusted colleagues in the Municipal Bureau, there were invisible ghosts watching their every move, so her transfer and demotion might not be a bad thing.
She could only stop there implicitly.
"Thank you, I'll go first, don't tell the public that you've seen me, I've already paid for today's meal, you can eat with your stomach open."
She glanced at Duan Cheng.
The other party understood, picked up his coat and got up.
"Captain Song, I'll see you off."
After getting out of the box door, Song Yuhang refused to let him continue to deliver, but turned around and looked into his eyes.
"When I'm not here, the three of you should act together. Fang Xin is a girl and a civil servant. You should take care of her, and so does Old Zheng."
Song Yuhang thought of Lao Zheng running out of breath every time he performed a mission, and he was a little funny.
Duan Cheng nodded, but was still a little puzzled.
"Why, isn't the city bureau very safe?"
Song Yuhang didn't want to say more, patted his shoulder and left.
"Call me if you need anything, see you next time."
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Following the address given by Zheng Chengrui, Song Yuhang searched for two places in succession, but this was the third one.
As soon as he entered, he was stopped by the security guard at the door.
"Hey, who is it, what are you doing?"
Song Yuhang blinked his innocent eyes, and handed over a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.
"Looking for someone, Pei Jinhong, to live here?"
The security guard put away the cigarette, but still looked at her warily.
Song Yuhang smiled: "Hey, don't worry, why don't you do it, this woman owes my brother a lot of money, and it will take your hard work to get the money back."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to hand over the lighter to light his cigarette.
The security guard was very useful: "Is that the one that moved here a few days ago?"
Song Yuhang's eyes lit up: "Yes, have you seen it?"
"Hey, I've seen it before. I live in Unit 1808, Building 5."
After getting a satisfactory answer, she was still neither arrogant nor impetuous, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."
"I told you because you are a woman, man, we generally do not allow female residents to enter."
The security guard poked his head out from the sentry box and took the lighter from her hand.
"Okay, don't say I said it."
Song Yuhang nodded like a pounding garlic: "That's natural, that's natural."
After entering the elevator, Song Yuhang put on a peaked cap and a mask. When he reached the eighteenth floor, there were cleaning tools and trolleys in the corridor, and there was no one around.
She thought about it, walked over and pushed it up, walked straight to the door of 1808, and knocked lightly on the door.
The electronic eye, the red light of the miniature camera on the door is blinking, fortunately it is camouflaged.
Song Yuhang pressed the doorbell calmly: "Miss, miss, are you there?"
After using the bathroom, the cleaner came out to see that the sweeping tool was gone, and cursed angrily.
"Hey, which bitch is even stealing a broom?!"
It was raining today, and the glamorous floor at the door inevitably left traces of entry and exit, indicating that someone lived there, but no one responded after knocking for so long, maybe they were not at home.
Song Yuhang took a step back and looked at the electronic lock, which had its own alarm. It is estimated that she had just pried it off with her front foot, and then the property came up with security guards on her back foot.
She looked at her watch, not knowing who was scolding her, and sneezed.
After a long delay, Song Yuhangfu pushed the trolley back to the elevator entrance, got in by himself, and pressed the negative floor.
The cleaner, who had been missing, went back into the elevator room again, saw the cleaning tools there intact, and immediately rubbed his eyes: "That's weird, did you see the hell?"
Song Yuhang went down to the parking lot on the first floor, which was still monitored. She followed the floor signs to find a parking space in Building 5.
Finally, I saw scratched white paint on the ground in a corner, with a few Arabic numerals scribbled on it: 180.
Half of the "8" is blocked by the rear wheel of a white car.
It should be Pei Jinhong's parking space.
Song Yuhang looked at the car, it wasn't too high-profile, but it wasn't too bad, which was in line with her identity and status.
There is no one at home, and I don’t drive when I go out, which means that what I am going to do is very mysterious, I don’t want others to know, and the place is not very far.
Whether you take a bus or take a taxi, there is a risk of being caught by surveillance cameras. Only by walking can you be submerged in the crowd and not be so conspicuous.
Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone, opened the map, locked a few places and left quickly.
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Before the song "Mulan" ended, the actors on the stage were babbling and singing vigorously. Lin Yan had already walked out of the teahouse and put on his raincoat and hood again.
She deliberately chose a different way back along the long street. The alley was deep, and the water on the road marked the figure behind her.
Lin Yan glanced at it, and turned into the alley calmly.
The person behind hurriedly followed the alley.
Lin Yan quickened his pace, and the man also quickened his pace.
She slowed down, and the man followed him not far or near, it seemed that he was being followed.
A sneer twitched at the corner of Lin Yan's lips, and he stepped into the sidewalk, leaning against the wall, looked around at the man, seemed to be hesitating, and then rushed towards this direction.
She lifted her raincoat and threw it into the trash can. She stepped on the stagnant water and started to run quickly.
Seeing the sound of that person's footsteps fading away, she was about to rush out of the alley, and a few taxis parked across the alley, got in and escaped.
Lin Yan's eyes were delighted, and he ran over quickly, then his face froze, and he froze in place.
Song Yuhang threw away the cigarette and stood up from under the street lamp without an umbrella, and the drizzle fell on her eyes.
She stared at her face, as if looking into her soul.
"Yo, Miss Pei, we meet again."
Oh my god, the road to the goddamn enemy is narrow.
Lin Yan rolled his eyes and almost passed out.
The sound of footsteps approaching behind him, Song Yuhang blocked the way in front again, staring at him with a grim expression.
There are wolves in front and tigers in back.
Lin Yan gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and smiled.
"Yo, who are you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around quickly, smeared oil on the soles of her feet, and slipped faster than a rabbit.
Song Yuhang's complexion changed, and he started to follow.
"Don't run, stop!"
The man who was chasing Lin Yan behind him heard the movement, and watched a black figure rush in from the building in front of him, popped out the switchblade and got in too.
This is a common tube building in a village in the city, connected from east to west and from north to south. There are various mahjong parlors, restaurants, dance halls, massage parlors and relocated households hidden in the building.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth and chased downstairs, and glanced up. Lin Yan pushed aside the toy car of the child who was blocking the way. The child was crying loudly. She ran straight over the laundry tub and ran wildly.
The skill is also strange and neat.
Song Yuhang was so angry that he saw her running upstairs, and he was also running downstairs. Seeing that the corridor of the building in front was connected to this building, he climbed up and tried to stop her from the front.
Lin Yan glanced at it, and saw that the person downstairs was nowhere to be seen, probably blocking her in front, while the stalker behind her was still chasing her.
She gritted her teeth, endured the bloody smell in her throat, ran up to the third floor, raised the curtain of a mahjong parlor, and stumbled in.
"Hey, where did the woman throw herself into the arms of the master?"
"Hurry up, it's your turn, can't you get out?"
"Out, out, touch."
"It's all the same, touch yourself, you're stupid!"
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The mahjong hall was full of voices and smoke, men and women, old and young.
Lin Yan pinched her nose and walked through the crowd, thanks to the man who gave her a moment to breathe.
The man following her also rushed in, looking at each other, all looking at the knife in his hand.
After a long silence, the sound of rubbing mahjong was heard again.
"Come on, come on, let's make a bet, make a bet! Whoever loses wins, buy it and leave!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black garment scurrying into the crowd, and the man with the knife followed him quietly.
Lin Yan pushed aside the crowd as he walked, and couldn't stop looking behind him. Although the Tongzilou was small, it was unique. All the shops were connected together. After passing the mahjong parlor, there was a foot therapy shop as soon as the curtain was lifted.
It's more like a small family workshop than a storefront. The small rooms are separated by inferior pink veils, and ambiguous whispers of men and women can be heard from the bamboo mats.
"Yo, be careful ~ tap lightly."
"Hey, that's right there, work harder."
"Oh my god, should I massage your body, or will you massage my whole body?"
The barbell-like delicate smile of the woman came out.
Lin Yan's scalp went numb for a while, and he stumbled forward, pushed open the wooden door covered with old newspapers, and bumped into the man's chest head-on.
The man was wearing a mask, she didn't recognize him.
Lin Yan stepped back a few steps, watched him raise the knife, and a cold light flashed by.
She dodged sideways, knocked over the coffee table in embarrassment, slashed on the wooden door, and tore the newspaper.
"Who?!" A man and a woman who were being massaged finally came to their senses when they heard the noise, and saw a woman with disheveled hair rolling into the veil.
The masseuse screamed.
The man rushed in with a knife.
Lin Yan kicked him on the knee without any strength and did not knock him over.
The man was stunned, Lin Yan picked up the clothes that fell on the ground and threw them over his head and face.
He was busy removing the smelly clothes covering his head, Lin Yan jumped onto the table with a stride, knocked open the glass window with his shoulder, and rolled into the corridor.
The man finally threw off the smelly clothes, took a knife and poohed several times, and when he opened the window, there were only broken glass and a few drops of blood on the ground.
I couldn't help scolding several times: Fuck it.
Turned around and rushed out the door.
A man and a woman sitting on the bed looked at each other in dismay, still in shock: "What's wrong, what is this?"
Lin Yan clutched her shoulders and ran forward, her breathing was as heavy as pulling a bellows.
Song Yuhang had already gone up to the fourth floor, and glanced downstairs, just in time to see her entering a dance hall.
She turned her head and went downstairs, and touched it too.
The music in the ballroom was deafening, and the lights were dimly turned on, but no one noticed that she was injured and embarrassed.
Lin Yan pushed aside the crowd, slipped to the back door, pushed open the heavy fire-proof normally closed door, and reached the fire escape.
She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes slightly for a while, swallowing her saliva, her chest heaving up and down, her face pale.
After a few deep breaths, the rust smell in his throat gradually dissipated.
Lin Yan raised his feet and walked down, a figure emerged from the darkness, completely blocking the only glimmer of light in the corridor.
Song Yuhang pressed on step by step.
"Miss Pei, why do you run away as soon as you see me? Where are you going?"
"Or, you know that you have done something wrong and dare not face the police, or..."
She stared at her face, which was very similar to Lin Yan, with a dangerous and meaningful smile on her lips.
"What's the dark secret?"
Lin Yan had already gone downstairs, but she forced her back step by step.
Run, she was in her prime and could only fight her on a tie, not to mention that she was now in such a weak body and was injured again, if she could fight, she would have already attacked that man.
If you don't run away, if you meet her eyes, her voice, and her whole body, your heart will inevitably be shaken.
However, the current situation is not the time when the love between children is long, the killer who is chasing her is still on the way, and has not completely escaped from the pursuit.
Staying here again will only drag her into danger.
Lin Yanqian laughed twice: "Secret? I'm just a serious person who runs a small business. How can I have any secrets?"
"Then why are you running?" Song Yuhang bullied him and looked down at her.
Lin Yan shrank back and went up another step.
"Of course, you are too vicious. The police are chasing me. Can I not run?"
Fierce
Song Yuhang touched his face. Normally, only people would praise her for her good looks and her heroism. This was the first time she heard this adjective, and she was a little puzzled.
However, there's not much nonsense to talk about with individual traffickers. The woman in front of her is also involved in a murder case and is a dangerous person.
Song Yuhang was about to touch the handcuffs from the back of his waist: "Come on, if you don't do bad things, how can you be afraid that the police will come to your door and follow me..."
Before the words "go for a walk" could be blurted out, Lin Yan caught a glimpse of a pair of black shoes upstairs slowly coming down from the corner of his mouth. It was the person who was chasing her just now.
The knife in his hand reflected a cold light through the iron railing in the corridor.
Lin Yan's pupils shrank, and he grabbed Song Yuhang's collar and closed his eyes, closing his eyes, and stuck the rest of her words in his throat.
She stood tall, and the weight of her whole body was on her body due to inertia.
Lin Yan held her face, and Song Yuhang's lips were icy cold. This familiar touch made her spine tingle almost instantly. One could not stand firmly, and the two of them were at risk of falling.
In the blink of an eye, Song Yuhang's instinctive reaction was to put his arms around her waist and turn around, taking advantage of the situation to push her against the wall to stabilize his figure.
The man who was chasing her heard the movement and ran down with a knife in his hand, thinking it was Lin Yan, but he saw such a lingering scene.
Song Yuhang was wearing a peaked cap, with short hair behind his ears, and was far taller than ordinary women, so he couldn't tell a man or woman from his back.
The corridor was dim, and the face of the person in her arms could not be seen clearly. The two hugged tightly and kissed so hard.
The deafening background music of the dance hall came out, probably from the passionate men and women who ran out of it.
The man slowly put down the knife in his hand and walked towards them step by step.
Lin Yan's heart was beating like a drum, and he put his arms around Song Yuhang's neck, maintaining this posture, not daring to take a breath.
After a short, electric shock-like feeling, Song Yuhang finally saw who the face in front of him was.
Although she looks alike, it's not her after all.
A feeling of guilt towards Lin Yan suddenly surged in her heart, and she subconsciously raised her hand to shake her off.
The man had already walked behind them and was casting an inquiring glance, Song Yuhang of course also noticed it.
Her hairs stood on end before a burst of danger.
Lin Yan entangled her again desperately, clutching the clothes behind her back, pleading with watery eyes, and at the same time, slightly stuck out his tongue.
If it was just an electric shock just now, then now it is a raging fire that instantly burns away all reason.
After Lin Yan left, she never, never got close to anyone again, facing such a godlike face again, the watery eyes overflowing from those eyes was exactly the same as Lin Yan's usual expression begging her when he was overjoyed.
"Pei Jinhong"'s every move, every frown and frown were tugging on her most fragile nerves.
In particular, the two were too close, toe to toe, belly to belly, breathing and smelling each other, lips and teeth intertwined.
Very strange, obviously to avoid danger. After falling into her arms, I felt an incomparable sense of security. Lin Yan put his arms around her neck, afraid that she would see something, and closed his eyes slightly, but in fact, tears filled his eyes, and his hands and feet were weak.
It would be good to take this opportunity to get close to her again.
God knows how much she misses her.
Thus, Lin Yan turned from falsehood to sincerity in a flash of effort.
She tiptoed slightly and sent herself up.
Xia Tian's clothes are light and thin, soft and soft, and because of her movements, the hem is exposed.
Song Yuhang's icy belt buckle on his waist brought a trembling to his soul.
Each other's breathing is a little messy.
Song Yuhang didn't know that she was injured, but felt that she couldn't let her go on like this any longer. After a brief moment of distraction, he pinched her shoulders and separated the two of them inch by inch.
Maybe it was because of the pain, Lin Yan's face turned pale, and he let out a muffled hum from his throat, which was not the same in other people's ears.
The man turned his eyes away in a hurry, seemed a little speechless, and walked downstairs quickly with a knife in his hand.
When the crisis was over, Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of him disappearing into the corridor out of the corner of his eye, he was relieved and let her go completely, panting slightly.
Before she could speak, Song Yuhang raised his right hand high, and the wind of his palm pierced the air.
Lin Yan turned her head, closed her eyes and smiled sadly, waiting for the slap to come down.
After a while, I didn't wait for a crisp slap.
Song Yuhang's eyes were red.
She raised her eyes and mocked her: "Hit it, why don't you do it?"
Song Yuhang held her against the wall by her collar, growling: "Don't think I dare not hit you, I am, I just..."
She just couldn't help it.
The devotion and tenderness that just surfaced on Pei Jinhong's face for a moment made her feel that Lin Yan was kissing her, and that feeling was too real.
She was haunted by dreams, and tears welled up in her eyes.
It turned out that she was not the only one who was secretly sad.
Seeing her like this, Lin Yan was both sad and relieved, and for some reason, also a little bit funny.
Song Yuhang kept himself clean for her, but also lost his mind because of her madness.
The dignified captain of the criminal investigation, who has always been a prudent, rigid and abstinent person, probably did not expect that one day he would be pressed on the head by a "drug dealer" and kissed forcibly.
Lin Yan thought about it, and then laughed sarcastically, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Ha - why are you pretending to be serious, you obviously enjoyed it just now, didn't you?"
As she spoke, she brushed her hand away and pulled her clothes back up.
"Goodbye, oh, no, never see you again, farewell." Lin Yan was going to bypass her and walk out.
There was a crisp sound of "click" in the ear.
Song Yuhang dragged her back, put the key into his right pocket, and shook the handcuffs on his left hand that were connected to her.
"The suspect who was finally caught, how can I let her go?"
At the end of the words, there was a bit of gnashing of teeth and hatred: "Do you think so, Miss Pei?"