The deceased was young and had obvious bruises on his neck. He should have died by hanging himself.
A middle-aged man knelt beside the deceased, with a sad expression on his face, crying non-stop.
Inspector Shao glanced around the room and asked, "What's the matter?"
Sister Bai, the principal of the prostitute, saw that Inspector Shao had arrived, and immediately stepped forward.
"Inspector Shao, this woman committed suicide by hanging herself. It has nothing to do with our brothel."
There was a look of anger on Sister Bai's face, and she couldn't be more angry.
This person happened to commit suicide in her brothel, and her business will not be affected in the future.
Inspector Shao glanced at her: "Be more specific."
Sister Bai did not dare to complain, and quickly explained: "The woman had just been sold to a prostitute tonight, and we hadn't done anything yet, we found that she had hanged herself in the room."
Sister Bai hadn't finished her words, the middle-aged man immediately robbed her of her words.
The speaker is Liu Tai'an.
He saw that the person here was an inspector, and he should be able to call the shots for him.
Liu Taian was furious: "Inspector, my daughter must have been driven to death by them."
"This prostitute must have colluded with the Hongmen people and sold my daughter to this place of pickling."
Liu Taian's chest was violently up and down, his eyes flushed.
After he came out after chasing the car, the car disappeared immediately.
Liu Taian had a bad feeling and looked everywhere for Liu Wu's whereabouts.
Someone told him that he seemed to have seen his daughter in this brothel.
Liu Tai'an hurried off immediately.
However, Liu Wu had been hanged in the room in order to avoid being humiliated.
Inspector Shao listened to Liu Tai'an repeatedly deciding whether Hongmen was wrong.
However, the more he listened, the more he felt that something went wrong.
As far as he knows, although Hongmen is unrelenting in doing things, he will not go back on this trivial matter.
Liu Tai'an's daughter was taken away, how could he find it so quickly with his own strength.
Obviously, someone who was interested in guiding him to this prostitute wanted to make things worse.
And Liu Tai'an is just a pawn used by others.
The incident involved Hongmen, which means that this incident is not an ordinary suicide case.
He must report to the three young masters.
San Shao had just returned to Shanghai yesterday, and he should be at the Governor's Mansion at this time.
Inspector Shao left his men to deal with the scene, and he immediately returned to the central arrest room.
At night, the rain continued to fall, and the rain mixed with the wind blowing, making it hard to be cold.
On a night of heavy rain, the phone in the study room of the Warlord’s Mansion suddenly rang.
Lu Huai walked over and answered the phone.
Inspector Shao's voice came over the phone: "San Shao."
Lu Huai answered.
Inspector Shao immediately spoke: "There is a case related to Hongmen."
Lu Huai frowned: "You said."
Inspector Shao: "The father of the deceased owed a lot of money to Hongmen Casino."
"However, Hongmen Casino has always given gamblers a three-day debt repayment period."
After a pause, Inspector Shao continued: "Before the time tonight, someone will come to the door to take the deceased away to repay the debt."
Lu Huai's voice sank: "Go on."
Inspector Shao: "The girl was sold to a prostitute, and now she hangs herself."
Inspector Shao remembered the tragic situation of the deceased.
Although he had seen many deaths, the scenes this time still made him feel nervous.
The deceased was young, but died tragically at this age.
Because of the father's fault and the use of the intentional person, the deceased became a victim.
Inspector Shao said again: "Now the father of the deceased has made this matter a big deal, and the impact on Hongmen has been extremely bad."
After hearing Inspector Shao's words, Lu Huai did not speak immediately.
He didn't think that the matter was the work of Hongmen, but it was like a game that others gave Hongmen.
Lu Huai: "You continue to stare at this matter, it may be that someone wants to attack Hongmen."
The ideas of Lu Huai and Inspector Shao coincide.
Inspector Shao followed up on the follow-up of this case, while Lu Huai proceeded to investigate Hongmen from other aspects.
The heavy rain outside is still falling, and the fog is enveloping Shanghai.
It seems to cast a shadow over the whole thing.
…
Ye Jiarou didn't find what Mr. Mo wanted in Su Lan's room.
She can only contact Mr. Mo to see what should be done next.
Ye Mansion is full of Ye Chu's people, and they will definitely monitor themselves.
Ye Jiarou dared not use the phone at home, but found a reason and went outside.
Ye Jiarou was extremely cautious. She went a long way to the telephone office, ready to call Mr. Mo.
She felt timid when she thought of Mr. Mo's murder that night.
Ye Jiarou still dialed the phone.
She listened nervously to the movement over there.
After a while, the phone was picked up, but there was no voice from the other side.
Ye Jiarou knew that Mr. Mo was cautious, so she spoke first.
There was a trace of anxiety in her words: "Mr. Mo."
Mo Qinghan's voice came from the other end of the phone, extremely cold: "What's the matter?"
Ye Jiarou calmed her mind: "I didn't find that document in Su Lan's room."
After a pause, Mo Qinghan's voice fell: "Have you been discovered?"
Ye Jiarou said immediately: "I am extremely careful to make sure that no one sees it."
Mo Qinghan's voice was extremely cold: "If you can't find it in the Ye Mansion, go to the Ye Family Mansion to look for it."
What Mo Qinghan meant was to ask Ye Jiarou to find the document from Wan Yihui.
If the document is not in Sulan's place, it may be in Wan Yihui's home.
Mo Qinghan said lightly: "If you don't do what I tell you, you know the consequences."
Ye Jiarou was afraid that Mo Qinghan would be angry, so she hurriedly responded, "Yes, Mr. Mo."
After speaking, Mo Qinghan immediately hung up.
Ye Jiarou put aside the microphone and quickly left the telephone exchange.
Ye Jiarou had always clearly remembered Mo Qinghan's cruelty.
If she can't complete the task, she will end up just like the dead body that night.
In order to take revenge, she must find the document.
…
It rained just now, and Shanghai seemed to be surrounded by a hazy mist.
The streets are not clearly visible, and tonight looks extremely long.
The Twelve Lords of the Qinghui will meet with French businessman Bedana Lenoman.
Bedana Reynolds arrived at a cafe on Scott Road and found that there was another person in the box.
Twelve Introduction: "This is Director Su of the Public Board of Directors."
Bedana Lenoman nodded: "Director Su."
As a French businessman, he has worked hard in Shanghai's business community for many years, and he has a set of ability to observe words and colors.
Poppy pulled the corners of her lips: "Hello."
Twelve said: "Director Su has been engaged in real estate work abroad."
The project of Shanghai Commercial Savings Bank and Bedana Lenoman is called "Verdun Apartment".
Their purpose is to build a high-end apartment complex in the concession area, where residents will be French expatriates and Shanghai dignitaries.
After that, there will be a series of follow-up projects to follow up, and the business in the Shanghai concession will be more prosperous.
Bedana Reynolds smiled: "Presumably, Director Su must have a lot of insights into our project."
"I heard that Victor Sassoon is also developing a project." Poppy said, "Grevenner Apartment."
Bedana Lenoman frowned, he had naturally heard of it.
"Although Sassoon's goal is in the public concession, his position in the business world..." added the Twelve Gang Poppy, "cannot be ignored."
"Thank you for the reminder Twelfth Master and Director Su."
After going around the corner, Poppy finally came up with the topic.
"If Mr. Reynolds finds it troublesome, you can ask the Public Board of Directors for help."
Bedana Lenoman still kept a polite smile: "Definitely."
12. Poppy and Bedana Lenoman continued to talk about the Verdun apartment.
But from beginning to end, he did not expose Mo Qinghan at all.
Poppy couldn't help but become more suspicious.
She knew in her heart that Mo Qinghan must have done something secretly.
Poppy soon thought of another strategy.
After the matter was over, Twelve drove Poppy home.
Twelve glanced at her in the central rearview mirror.
He was a little puzzled: "If your investigation is secret, why..."
Poppy asked the second half of the question for Twelve: "Why do you use your true identity to see Lei Norman?"
Twelve nodded.
Poppy thought for a moment: "Twelve, many things, I can't say."
Twelve: "I understand."
Poppy was silent.
"Miss Su, don't worry." Twelve said, "I don't want to know your secret."
Although she knew her name was Su Yan, Twelve still called her Miss Su.
Just like when I didn't come to Shanghai before.
The car drove into the dense rain and drove downstairs to Poppy's apartment.
Twelve looked at the rain outside the car window, and he drove her out of the car.
He slowly followed her behind.
Twelve held a black umbrella in his hands.
Occasionally, I heard thunder.
Poppy was under the umbrella, and Twelve's shoulders were drenched in the rain.
When she didn't walk into the apartment building, Twelve called her name.
"Su Yan, good night."
A simple name is enough to make him exhaust his courage.
Twelve seems to have become a lonely and courageous person, looking for her everywhere.
He turned around and walked towards his car.
At this time, Twelve heard a voice from behind.
"poppy."
Her voice rang behind her, falling in the quiet wind.
Twelve One was startled, and turned his head to look at her: "What?"
Poppy repeated: "My name is Poppy."
Twelve's gaze swept across her face.
Poppy's expression was faint, the same as when she first met.
But Twelve understands that some things have changed.
It was as if this cold autumn night was clearly contaminated with rain and fog, but it was reflected by the faint light.
Although light is tiny, it can pass through heavy fog.
The corner of Twelve's lips smiled: "I see, Miss Su."
The implication is that he will never expose this in the future.
Outside, she was just Director Su of the Public Board of Directors.
Turning to leave at twelve, the car drove slowly, and the wet night road was illuminated by lights.
…
Poppy returned to the apartment and left soon.
After several investigations and confirming that no one was being followed, she drove to a jewelry store in Shanghai.
It was late at night, and the jewelry store had already closed.
Poppy entered the back alley and entered through the back door.
There was no one in the jewelry store, and she walked into the secret room immediately.
The sound of slight movement immediately awakened the people inside.
There is no meeting at the Shanghai Secret Service Station, and it can't attract the attention of others. There are only two Secret Agents present.
The agent stood up: "Station Master Su."
The two looked respectful.
Poppy got off to the point: "Tonight, I met with French businessman Bedana Reynoldsman as the director of the Public Board of Directors."
The agent was startled: "Did Lei Norman see your true face?"
Poppy nodded without explaining: "Yeah."
The agent didn't ask too much: "What are the instructions of the stationmaster Su?"
Poppy's eyes were heavy: "You think of a way to let Mo Qinghan know about this."
Agent: "Yes."
Mo Qinghan knew that she wanted to investigate this business and was within Poppy's calculations.
She has her own arrangements for the next thing.
…
Lu Huai received a call.
Jiang Xun's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "Lu Huai, someone came to the dark pavilion a few days ago and wanted to kill someone in the dark pavilion."
Lu Huai listened intently.
Jiang Xun: "Ange has investigated, and the person to be killed used his pseudonym."
Then Jiang Xun's voice became colder: "His true identity is the person on the blacklist."
Before receiving the order, the secret court will investigate whether the person to be killed meets the conditions.
Jiang Xun did not expect that the person was actually related to the blacklist.
Jiang Xun learned of this and immediately notified Lu Huai.
Lu Huai's eyes sank: "Who is that person?"
Jiang Xun spoke slowly: "Sun Chuande."
Lu Huai pondered, he did have an impression of the name.
Lu Huai: "I will send someone to follow him."
Jiang Xun asked, "Do you need my help?"
Lu Huai: "No, I will solve this problem myself."
Putting down the phone, Lu Huai's eyes were dark.
After the wedding, Mo Qinghan gave him a big gift, and of course he wanted to return to Mo Qinghan an unforgettable gift.
The sky gradually darkened, and the dark night was shrouded in silence.
The lights were on in the room, and the curtains were low, blocking the night.
Sun Chuande walked into the room and closed the door.
Outside the door is a dark sky, without stars and moon.
Lu Huai's men followed Sun Chuande here, and a group of people quietly surrounded the house.
In the room, Sun Chuande took out the telegraph and put it on the table.
He put on the headset and started sending the report.
The sound of keystrokes sounded in the silent air.
At this time, the sound suddenly rang.
There was a "bang".
The door was kicked abruptly, and footsteps arrived.
Through the earphones, I can feel the dangerous breath.
A voice suddenly sounded behind Sun Chuande.
"Turn around."
The voice is extremely low, revealing a deep sense of oppression.
Sun Chuande's hands stopped, and his heart tightened.
The cold voice repeated: "Turn around!"
The air seemed to freeze.
Sun Chuande raised his hand and slowly took off the headset.
His movements were a little slow, and a cruel color flashed under his eyes.
Sun Chuande put the headset on the table with his right hand, pretending to turn around.
He quickly stretched his left hand to his waist, trying to pick up the gun and shoot behind him.
His hand has not touched the gun.
Between the electric light and flint, gunshots suddenly sounded behind him.
With a "bang" gunshot, the bullet engulfed the awe-inspiring momentum and hit Sun Chuande in the arm.
He snorted, and fell to the ground with his hands.
Before falling down, the man glanced back.
As the line of sight shifted, Lu Huai's extremely cold face came into view.
Lu Huai held his gun, and pointed his jet-black muzzle at him, a threatening aura permeated.
Lu Huai shot that shot just now.
Lu Huai looked down at Sun Chuande, without any ups and downs in his eyes.
Lu Huai said coldly, "Grab him."
The men immediately stepped forward, unloaded Sun Chuande's gun, and controlled him.
There were Sun Chuande's associates upstairs. After hearing the movement, he immediately went back to destroy the information.
Lu Huai took a cold look upstairs, moved his steps, and walked up the stairs.
The dark stairs stretched upward, and the light above was dim.
Before reaching a room, Lu Huai's men kicked the door open.
The door opened, and his men entered with guns.
The room was silent and empty.
Lu Huai walked in, glanced around, then fixed his gaze somewhere.
On the ground is a piece of burning paper.
The flames jumped, glowing with bluish light. In the silence of the dark night, it was light and dark.
The flame spread extremely fast and swallowed the plain white paper.
The subordinates immediately stepped forward and put out the flame.
Then, the subordinate handed the paper to Lu Huai.
Lu Huai held the paper. There was still heat remaining in the paper, and the touch of his fingers was slightly hot.
Most of the paper has become charred, and only one-third of the remaining part is intact.
Lu Huai narrowed his eyes.
This is a map.
Lu Huai took a closer look, his eyes darkened a bit.
This is the distribution map of Mo Qinghan's strongholds in Shanghai.
Lu Huai sneered, put away the map, and raised his head.
The window opened a gap, the curtains undulated slightly, and the cold wind poured in.
Lu Huai looked down, and the man jumped out of the window and escaped.
Lu Huai said coldly: "The man hasn't gone far yet, so catch him back."
The subordinate left in response.
I don't know when, it's raining. The rain swept in, and it looked extremely dim in the night.
The rain in the autumn night is deep and cold, as cold as the coming winter.
The man just left the room and burned the map of the stronghold before leaving.
He was worried that the map would leak after he was caught by Lu Sanshao, so he burned the map before leaving.
At this time, there seemed to be a wind passing behind him, and the bullet broke the wind and hit the man's leg straight.
The man leaned forward and knelt on the ground.
Then, a hard touch came from the back of his head, it was a cold gun.
Lu Huai's men stopped him: "Don't move."
At this time, he noticed that there seemed to be a heavy shadow in front of him.
He raised his head and looked over.
In the cold rain, a man was holding a black umbrella, standing tall and straight.
The night wind was bitter, and it swept across the nose suddenly. The rain is getting heavier and it hits the umbrella surface.
Lu Huai took a few steps and walked to the person.
The torrential rain hit, and a piece of heaven and earth was isolated under the black umbrella.
Lu Huai stepped in the rain, but he didn't seem to be contaminated by moisture.
Lu Huai looked down at the man, his eyes as deep as ink.
"What you burned just now is your stronghold map?"
The man was startled and looked up at Lu Huai.
How much does Lu Sanshao know
The man's mouth was very strict: "I don't know what you are talking about."
On the dark rainy night, Lu Huai stood there, extremely cold temperament.
Lu Huai sneered: "Tell me all your strongholds."
Knowing that he was going to die, the man said sarcastically, "Why doesn't Lu Sansho check it out by himself?"
He is still not sure whether the map has fallen into Lu Huai's hands.
However, he must not reveal anything about the stronghold.
Lu Huai said indifferently, "Do you think that if you don't say it, your master will keep you forever?"
The man was silent.
If this matter reaches the master's ears, he will be a waste.
But the relatives of that person are in Mo Qinghan's hands, and a coldness floated in his eyes, and he was about to speak.
Lu Huai chuckled softly and cut off his words.
Lu Huai's expression was extremely deep and deep: "You don't have to speak anymore."
Lu Huai raised his gun indifferently, and aimed his black muzzle at the man.
He flexed his index finger slightly and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot resounded across the sky, and the man was shot dead.
Lu Huai stopped looking at the man, he turned to look at his subordinates.
The autumn night was silent, and Lu Huai's voice was extremely clear.
Lu Huai said a few place names.
Those are strongholds on the map.
Then, Lu Huai settled down a sentence.
"Give me these strongholds."
"Try to stay alive."
On the remaining map, there is Mo Qinghan's main base station in Shanghai, as well as several distribution bases.
Tonight, he wants none of these strongholds to stay.
Lu Huai stood up long, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
I believe Mo Qinghan will receive his gift soon.
The rain increased, and the white light suddenly passed through the sky.
Lu Huai's eyes were silent and dark, like a deep pond.