The Underworld Detective

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I immediately called Huang Xiaotao, and after shouting, she shouted, "Is there anything wrong, how dare the little girl leave Nanjiang City during the probation period! It's really barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes."

I smiled bitterly: "Her ID number should be backed up in the bureau, check it!"

"Okay, I'll look it up for you."

After a while, Huang Xiaotao called over: "I found it. She bought a train ticket and went to Fufeng. The last time she appeared was at a guesthouse in Zhoukou County."

"A few days ago?" I asked.

"Five days ago!" Huang Xiaotao replied.

"Send me the full address," I said.

"Aren't you going to find it yourself?" Huang Xiaotao was a little surprised.

I said helplessly: "I owe a lot of humanity to the bald head, so I should help him once ..."

Huang Xiaotao sighed: "Forget it, let's do it together, Chu Yan's case was handled by us. Now she ran away during the probation period, and should reasonably be taken back by us."

"No, just find someone. I'll just go."

I don't want to alarm the entire task force for personal matters anymore, and I really feel bad about it. In addition, there is another level of concern. Shaanxi is the site of Lord Jing, the remnant knife cadre of Jiangbei. The sword **** warns me that I am not fully prepared not to step in. I worry that too many people will attract attention.

Huang Xiaotao thought for a moment and said, "It's OK, no matter you can find it, you should pay attention to safety."

"Okay, don't worry!"

After I hung up the phone, I told the bald head that he glared at him: "Fufeng? Let's start now."

"I'll tell you back at the store."

"I'll book a flight!"

Let ’s not leave each other separately. Before leaving, I packed Wang Dali and brought it back. I told Wang Dali to go out for a few more days. Wang Dali said with a bitter smile: "It's okay, the store is to me. It should not be too hard, remember to bring me a souvenir. "

An hour later, the bald-headed BMW stopped at the door with a squeak. He waved in sunglasses: "Brother Song, hurry up!"

I got into the car with the amazing eyes of the shop assistants, I don't know if they thought I was cutting people.

When the car was about to drive, a figure suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror, quickly appeared next to the car, quickly pulled the car door and sat in. I saw Song Xingchen. Bald head had never seen him, wondering: "Who are you? Go on!"

Song Xingchen ignored it and quietly uttered a sentence: "Why don't you call me?"

I had long suspected that Song Xingchen had installed an eavesdropper around me, otherwise how could I know my movements in such a timely manner, and said at the moment, "It's nothing to find someone, so I didn't notify you."

Song Xingchen sneered: "Everywhere you go, you don't think there is any danger! Your intuition is very intuitive, but other aspects do not work."

Since we are here, let's get together. I quickly booked an extra ticket with my mobile phone. We arrived at Fufeng in the evening and didn't have time to hang out in the ancient capital. Baldhead immediately ordered a taxi to Zhoukou County.

At 7 o'clock we found the guest house where Chu Yan last stayed according to the address. Unsurprisingly, the staff told us that the guests of that room were gone four days ago. They left without saying goodbye and the room was still empty.

We came to that room and the room was cleaned. I looked around and found that there were two cigarettes for women's cigarettes under the bed. Judging by the bite marks, they were left by the same person, and they should have been recently thrown.

Bald head immediately said: "Chu Yan won't smoke!"

Song Xingchen sighed, "She is the pure and innocent goddess in your heart, right?"

"You **** it again!" The bald head yelled at Peggy, the pig with bare chest, and his voice changed in less than a second: "Brother I was wrong ... wrong ..."

I saw Song Xingchen pressing a bald head with one hand and twisting it in the opposite direction. The bald head hurt so much that tears came down, and I said, "Okay!"

Song Xingchen then gave up, rubbing his back with a bald head, and looked at him with an awesome look. Song Xingchen didn't say anything along the way, he was not quite sure of Song Xingchen's identity.

I put the cigarette **** in the exhibit bag, and I found that a chair was moved, and two cups seemed to be put on the table. I guess, was Chu Yan sitting and talking with another person? I went outside to take a look, but unfortunately this small guest house did not monitor the video.

I asked Song Xingchen what he thought. I do n’t have anyone else to ask at the moment. Song Xingchen said, “Thousands of miles ran here, I must have seen someone, maybe a man.”

"What did you say?" The bald-headed tone instantly rose eight degrees: "My Chu Yan wouldn't run so far to see a man, be careful I beat you ... I was wrong ... wrong ..."

Song Xingchen froze his bald-headed ears, making his huge body bend down, and I laughed out loud, saying enough.

Chu Yan's interpersonal relationship is simple, and she almost never leaves home, so the possibility of knowing netizens is extremely great. This naturally requires the care of the old lady.

I called the old man, and as usual, I was harassed by him, and then agreed quickly.

I said, "Hungry, go out for dinner!"

After leaving the guest house, Bald strongly favored a family stall. He said to the boss that he would pick up ten dishes of stir-fried dishes. Then he got two more beers, then picked up a table and opened the chair for me.

Before the dishes came up, the boss brought edamame and beer first, and drank the beer with a bald head, and bragged about his deeds. What kind of teenagers came out to confuse, the first group fight was stabbed in the stomach, driving luxury cars and playing with tender models, etc., the experience of the young and confused are very similar, there is really no nutrition.

I just listened to these contents with a smile, and Song Xingchen even disagreed. He always sneered on his face.

Suddenly, Baldhead slaps on the table and stares at him: "I found something wrong with you! I didn't talk to you. Don't go away if you don't like to listen, don't goosebumps in this grim smile. . "

"Want to be cleaned again?" Song Xingchen glanced at him.

The bald head bracedly said: "Gentleman ... do not speak ... do you look down on me? What experience do you have to speak out and listen?"

Song Xingchen said lightly: "I have killed some people without your complicated experience."

"Bragging!" Baldhead said with an exaggerated expression, pointing at Song Xingchen and saying to me, "Brother Song, is he bragging?"

I smiled bitterly: "Both of you should be more at ease. Is it necessary to be so diametrically opposed?"

Bald strong: "That is, everyone is a martial arts ..."

"People who practice martial arts ?!"

This is the most emotional-colored sentence I have heard from Song Xingchen since I knew Song. He may think that the bald-headed man who dared to call himself a martial artist is too funny.

Baldhead proudly said, "I ’m not blowing with you. I also practiced Sanda with our boss for a few years. You look at my muscles and thin body like you, thinking that it ’s Xi Wuzhi to bring a broken knife. Are you human? You wo n’t be able to catch them all at once. You can learn to go to Xinhua Bookstore to buy a book. What are the drags? You have killed people, alas, and the lies are too unreliable! "

Song Xingchen turned his head coldly and looked at me: "Little Master, do you know what it means to be blind?"

I insisted on the bald head: "Just a few words, you are not familiar with him, he is better than you think."

The bald-headed man said bluntly, "Well, I don't believe it! We have the ability to find a place to practice later!"

Song Xingchen said: "No need to find a place, here it is!"