C63

Just what identity did Shao Gang and Zhao Miner have to be able to run an errand here with Du Jing?

I was being chased and stabbed at the top of my chest with a knife. I saw that my blood was gushing out of my body, and I held my stomach with all my might.

"Pa ~" Suddenly, I felt a slap on my face. I woke up from my sleep. So it turns out that Yunya was the one who woke me up with that slap.

"Why did you slap my face?" I hazily looked at Yunya, and touched my face with my hand, it was warm.

"When I saw you clutching your stomach and yelling that I'm going to die, I threw a slap over. You have to thank me for saving you."

I was scared to death. So it was just a dream. I wiped away the cold sweat on my forehead. Weird, why do I feel like my pants are sweaty too? I pull back the covers and look. My pants are wet at the crotch. I awkwardly glanced at Yunya. If you don't wash the flyers today, you can have the floor tonight. " Yunya rolled her eyes at me and quickly slipped off the bed.

I took the sheets and pants to the bathroom, closed the door, and tossed and turned in the bathroom for half an hour before I came out. I waved my arms and washed the sheets with both hands until they were sore. I went out to the balcony, where the sun was shining, just in time to dry the quilts.

After I was busy, I picked up my car keys and took a taxi to get my car, but before I went over, I still dressed up properly. I took out some long sleeves and put on a flowery hat to hide my face, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt that I could hardly recognize myself.

I left the house and went downstairs. I took a taxi to the dock by the side of the road. Now that he was no longer able to continue being a spy on Du Jing's side, where should he start from next? If you want Du Jing to go to jail, it sounds like it's very simple. Maybe you just need to call the police and have them take his nest away, but it's not that simple.

Arriving at the pier, I got off the car and looked around to check the surroundings, no one was doing very well, I immediately rushed up to my car, I removed my hat and the like, and in the car, I picked up the piece of information on Du Jing. Old Jiu seemed to have called for people to take note of Du Jing's matter a few times before, but in the end, he was unable to obtain any evidence at all.

I feel like I might as well be a detective if I'm done with this.

Du Jing can't possibly have his people in every police station, the information indicated that every time there was a person in charge of handling Du Jing's affairs, it was a place called the Pure Yin police station. I think that there must be someone helping Du Jing in this police station.

The area that the police station was in charge of was where Du Jing was located. If they really wanted to send Du Jing to prison, they would have to make sure that everyone who was working for Du Jing in the police station knew what to do.

At this time, Du Jing and the rest should be at the dock, I guessed that they probably already knew that I was running out from there, and that I shouldn't stay here any longer, because I seemed to have noticed that someone was coming out from the pier, and that I shouldn't stay here any longer, so I quickly drove the car to another road and left.

I'd been trying to figure out how to expose their hands and feet while I was in the car, trying to sneak into the police station.

I picked up my phone and called Lin Meixi. The character bell she set was suitable for a cute anime voice. It seems that she really likes this kind of thing.

After a while, the call connected, "Hello? Brother Hao, what's the matter? " From the sound of Macy's voice, it seemed like she had just woken up.

"There's something I want you to help me with."

"Sure! "What is it?"

"I'll go find you first. We'll talk about this later."

I drove the car over to Lin Meixi's house. At noon, I arrived at Lin Meixi's house. The branches of the trees in the yard swayed in the wind, and in the corner I saw her electric donkey.

"Wow!" Messi suddenly jumped at me from the side, and when she saw me succeeding in getting scared, she started to laugh.

"I was almost scared to death by you." I patted my chest. Messi opened the door to let me in. There was a scent of flowers in the yard, and when I looked around the corner, it turned out that she was also planting lavender in the yard. The lavender was about a square meter tall and exuded a charming fragrance.

"Do you have this kind of hobby?" I'll just write about the lavender in the corner.

"I only felt that they were very pretty and fragrant, so I bought some seeds and planted them in my own courtyard. They looked very pretty, didn't they?"

Lin Meixi pulled me into the house. This medieval style of hall gave people a very serious feeling. The rooms were made of the kind of mahogany that looked expensive. Standing in the middle of the hall, one could see the second and third floors. The interior was decorated like a pagoda.

The kitchen utensils in the kitchen seemed to have been used for a long time, and were covered with dust. On the other hand, there were many disposable lunch boxes that had not been thrown out of the trash can.

The television in the living room was playing and an old man was sitting on the chair. From the looks of it, he should be Messi's grandfather.

Lin Meixi brought me to visit her room, then went up the stairs to the last room on the second floor. When I opened the door, there were posters pasted all over the walls of the room. Bright Star with Real Life, Movie Cover … It felt like her room was a completely different world from the outside.

"I've always wanted to be a detective since I was a kid. I have a boyish personality, and my friends treat me like a boy. I've slowly gotten used to this kind of situation. I've had my hair cut short since a few years ago."

On the table in Messi's room, there was a picture of Messi from a few years ago. At that time, she was still very young, with long hair and a high school appearance. Next to it was what seemed to be a very old photograph. It looked like it belonged to the family after Messi was born.

Messi looked very much like her mother, and her face looked very much like her eyes. I turned my eyes to my father on the other side, his thick eyebrows creased, his own eyes resolute. I washed my hands and looked at her father. His face looked as if I had seen it before. I tried to recall what I had seen in my mind.