In the restaurant on the second floor of No. 3 Jing'an Lane, the lighting was warm. Lu Ming was drinking ginseng soup while flipping through the evening edition of Le Monde.
Le Monde reacted very quickly. The evening edition published the news that the reporter named Kim Jung-yeong was confirmed dead in the afternoon. The editor's note even hinted that Kim Jung-yeong was most likely murdered.
Le Monde is printed in two languages, Western and Chinese, and the contents are also different. The Chinese version of Le Monde has its main readers made up of Central Asians, so many issues are viewed from the Central Asian perspective.
It seems that everyone from reporters to editors is outraged by the case of Kato Shoichi abusing and killing children in Nakasu. Especially since the whistleblower has now died mysteriously, it is even more infuriating.
"Boss, are you going there tonight?" Pamela asked from the side, "This eucalyptus is very dangerous. Do you want me to hire Datou to protect you?"
Lu Ming looked at her and smiled, "I'll think about it." As a personal assistant, Pamela is still very good. She left a stub of the contact information of a bodyguard like Datou who might be used in the future.
On the left side of the long dining table, Zhen, who was helping Bisi open the milk package, turned her pretty face and her beautiful eyes showed some worry, but she didn't ask anything.
"Sister Hanzhu, don't worry, nothing will happen." Pamela smiled at her.
Now Pamela also vaguely feels that this charming oriental beauty is actually a mental patient, probably the legendary schizophrenia.
Pamela got along very well with the gentle "Hanzhu". When "Biju" occasionally appeared, Pamela kept her distance.
The same is true for Bisi. If sister Hanzhu is around, she becomes a little annoying. Even when eating dinner, she prefers to stay next to sister Hanzhu and is unwilling to sit next to her mother.
Lu Ming drank the last mouthful of ginseng soup and saw that they had almost finished eating. It was also time for Bisi to have milk. He said, "Let's go over there later. Well, let's contact Datou. After all, it's too late and the security in the suburbs is not good."
Pamela nodded slightly.
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On the TV screen, there was a cartoon with simple lines. Bisi was giggling while watching it, and her little head was buried in Lu Ming's arms from time to time.
On the other side of the sofa, Zhen was carefully trimming Lu Ming's nails. Her smooth and tender hands were fiddling with Lu Ming's big hands, making Lu Ming feel itchy.
The little loli's sweet and milky body kept burrowing into my arms, and that feeling was really sour.
On the one hand, he felt like his father, and on the other hand, he felt itchy and tingling because of the charming little hands of the beautiful girl.
If things go wrong, you may end up with schizophrenia.
"Hanzhu, where does the ginseng in this ginseng soup come from?" Lu Ming asked curiously.
Ever since "Biju" appeared and made ginseng soup for herself, every time she came back, she had ginseng soup to drink. The taste was exactly the same as the one made with Biju. The strange thing was that this kind of ginseng, I didn't know where it was bought from, was a little different from ordinary ginseng, with snow-white rhizomes.
"Isn't this the treasure that the master brought from his hometown? It's in the kitchen?" Zhen looked dazed and continued to trim Lu Ming's nails with her head down.
Lu Ming was speechless, but he felt that recently, he didn't seem to feel weak all the time.
The quality of my sleep is much better than before, and I no longer wake up in a sweat easily.
"Boss, Datou has taken a job and is now with his employer. He said he definitely can't do it today and can't just leave, but he can quit tomorrow and follow you." Pamela said helplessly after she had just finished a phone call.
"Well, let's go tomorrow. Anyway, the police have already searched for evidence and they probably won't find anything." Lu Ming said casually. In fact, he wanted to wait for Pamela and Bessie to return home, and then go alone and take a taxi.
After all, the public security at night nowadays is not as good as in the past life, not to mention the chaotic suburban areas, and even in remote areas of other provinces, there are bandits and the like.
If I go alone, it's not a big deal, but if I ask Pamela to drive me there, a beautiful Western girl in a slum with poor security late at night will be too eye-catching.
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Feeling that Zhen should have fallen asleep, Lu Ming changed his clothes and just opened the bedroom door when he was startled.
Although the lights were not on in the living room, the moonlight shining in was very bright. A graceful figure was standing in the living room, as if waiting for him.
"Bizhu?" Lu Ming was stunned when he saw the pretty figure.
It’s not that the gentle Hanzhu suddenly turned into Bizhu with a proud and sharp look between her brows, but that it was the first time I saw her dressed like this.
The shiny jewel black leather jacket, leather pants and black boots revealed the alluring body curves of this charming beauty for the first time. The S-shaped curve formed by her slender and soft body and her towering and imposing figure made people's nose bleed. Her beautiful black hair was hidden in a black hat, and her pretty face was also shrouded in the shadow of the black hat. The naturally charming little beauty suddenly turned into an extremely cold Ming girl.
The soles of the lace-up boots were glowing coldly. I wonder if it was some kind of hidden weapon.
Lu Ming didn't know whether she had made these equipments by herself during this period, or whether Hanzhu, who was always lost in thought, had been carrying them with her.
There is no need to say more at this time, just sigh softly: "Okay, follow me."
Bizhu shook her hands and put on a long orange windbreaker, then simply tied a knot at the waist. When she stood upside down, she turned into a modern beauty and was not so conspicuous.
Obviously, although Bizhu and Hanzhu think differently, their body curves are not allowed to be seen by others under normal circumstances. Just like traditional classical women, they will wear petticoats even when wearing pants, and will not easily reveal their leg curves. Only you can have this blessing.
They arrived at the deserted alley below, turned a corner and walked for more than ten minutes to the main street. At the public telephone booth on the side of the road, Lu Ming called a taxi.
A quarter of an hour later, a yellow taxi drove up. Last year, Donghai required all taxis to be painted yellow to increase recognition.
The taxi driver loved to chat. It sounded like he was looking for work outside Mingjia Hotel. At this time of year, in Beiguan, there were only some taxis and rickshaws waiting for work outside Mingjia Hotel and Wenderbao Club.
Lu Ming and Bizhu both sat in the back seat. The taxi driver sensed that the atmosphere was not right and quickly shut up.
After more than ten minutes, the taxi gradually drove into a road without street lights, and the buildings on both sides gradually became low and simple.
The road suddenly became a bit bumpy.
A few minutes later, we arrived at a fork in the road. The taxi slowly stopped. The fat white driver turned his head and said with a smile, "Sir, Madam, the cars ahead can't pass. The Sanheli you mentioned is right ahead. We'll be there in two steps."
Bizhu wanted to open the car door and get out, but Lu Ming handed her a green banknote, which was 10 yuan in imperial currency, and said, "Please give it a pass." She was weak, so she walked as few steps as possible and never wasted her energy. Although she felt fine recently, it was not easy to change a habit she had developed.
"Okay, okay!" The fat white man immediately apologized with a smile, started the car again, and drove forward slowly. He didn't care about the bumps, after all, it was a taxi company's car and the tip was his own. Nowadays, being a driver is a high-income industry, but a tip of 10 yuan is something you only see once a year or a month.
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The Sanheli where Jin Zhengyi lived was a shabby courtyard filled with the lowest class of laborers, vagrants and the like.
However, there was a kerosene lamp hanging in the slum where Jin Zhengyi lived, and the figure of the patrolman in black uniform and white leggings looked very eye-catching.
"My last name is Lu!" Lu Ming got out of the car and walked over, then smiled when he got closer.
It was obvious that the man and woman walking over were not ordinary people. Even though the woman's hat was tilted forward, covering most of her face, somehow she made people feel that she was an extraordinary beauty.
When Lu Ming introduced himself, the patrolman with buck teeth smiled and nodded, "Please come in, please come in!"
Over there, taxi drivers were also waiting. When they saw a patrolman, they quickly turned off the headlights and hid in the darkness, for fear that the patrolman would come and fine them or demand money.
There were originally several other households living in the compound, but they had all been driven away for the time being. Jin Zhengyi lived in the east wing. Lu Ming covered his nose as he walked in, and looking at the mess on the floor, he couldn't help but shake his head.
The bedding in the inner room was thrown on the floor, and the cabinet on the earthen kang was also in a mess.
It seemed that all written materials were taken away by the police. There was not a pen or paper, a book or a newspaper to be found where the reporter lived.
Lu Ming went from the outer room to the inner room, looking through the closets, wardrobes, and kang holes, and felt that there was nothing valuable at all.
"Master, look!" Suddenly, Bizhu from the outside said crisply.
Lu Ming hurried out, only to see a key in Bizhu's snow-white hand.
Lu Ming was startled and took it. It was a stainless steel key with the words "Wuyoumei 15" engraved on it.
Wuyoumei? Wuyoumei Supermarket
Wuyoumei can be said to be the prototype of the world supermarket. The first Wuyoumei was opened in the Western gathering area of Donghai five years ago. Later, it opened in the Chinese area and gradually expanded to all major regions and satellite towns in Donghai.
It already has the basic elements of a supermarket, with separate entrance and exit, self-service shopping, price tags, shopping baskets, etc.
Is this the key to the Wuyoumei locker? I just don't know which Wuyoumei it is
"Where did the key come from?" Lu Ming asked.
Bizhu pointed to the roof and said, "It's stuck in the purlins!"
Lu Ming looked up. This was an earthen house with rafters and purlins. There was no ceiling. The purlins were covered with reed mats. The key would not be discovered if it was stuffed between the purlins and the mats. In particular, there was no ladder in the room, and no one would think of using a ladder to observe the common earthen house roof.
Jin Zhengyi must have used a ladder to get the key into the purlin, as for Bizhu.
Lu Ming glanced at Bizhu, who looked even more graceful in her black hat and orange windbreaker, and wondered if her gently leaping figure was beautiful.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "How did you find out? You have a keen eye for observation, don't you?"
Bizhu's pretty face was calm, "It was all dust. Someone touched it not long ago, so it's easy to see."
Lu Ming looked up and took a closer look, but still couldn't find any difference between the purlin there and others.
"Let's go!" Lu Ming made a gesture and walked out first.