Chapter 18 Julien

"Wu...Wu Xue chūn?" The smile at the front desk suddenly froze.

Luo Wenzhou looked at her, his sharp eyes cut through the ambiguity he could just pretend, and asked in a deep voice, "What?"

The front desk seemed to have been stung by his gaze, and involuntarily looked away, then forced himself to remain calm, and smiled at Luo Wenzhou as if mixed with sugar: "No, it's like this, our waiters here usually use English name, you suddenly said your real name, I can't react... Wu Xue chūn, Wu Xue chūn seems to be 'Linda'?"

Even though Luo Wenzhou was in Huxué at the moment, after hearing this, he couldn't help but say, "Your corporate culture is really foreign."

The front desk's eyes flickered, and then pushed the photo book into Luo Wenzhou's hand: "Sir, Linda is not feeling well today. Would you like to see others again? Or did you know her before?"

Luo Wenzhou leaned back and didn't answer. He looked down at the girl at the front desk for a while, and asked coldly, "Why, you have to check your household registration when ordering a waiter?"

The front desk hurriedly apologized in a low voice, quickly arranged a private room for him, and let someone lead him in. wonder if it was Luo Wenzhou's delusion, and his eyes seemed to fall more on him.

When he was far away, the front desk let out a sigh of relief, took out a commercial walkie-talkie from the side, and whispered, "The person you mentioned is here, in the 'Furong City' room."

There was a noise from the walkie-talkie, and then a male voice asked, "How many people?"

"Just, just one." The front desk pursed his lips, his palms were full of cold sweat, and he almost couldn't hold the big black guy. "You guys, can you please don't let me gān this next time, I..."

Before she could finish her words, there was a faint scolding from the street: "Mom, only one person, I really think that life is long, I knew that there was a sack waiting at the door to kill him, what the hell? thing!"

The radio was cut off by the other side while cursing.

At this time, a girl in a white dress was pushed and shoved in by two people, with a work card "Linda" hanging on her chest. It was Wu Xuechūn.

Wu Xuechūn passed the front desk and glanced helplessly at the girl at the front desk. The two looked at each other and quickly moved away from each other.

A few minutes after Luo Wenzhou left, Fei Du was too lazy to eat. He came out of the city bureau cafeteria, and when he came out, he saw that Mother He had already woken up, and a policeman on duty was trying to convince her to go out to a hotel. Mother He bulged her eyes, her face waxed, clutching the corner of her clothes without saying a word or nodding.

She didn't know anything about the outside world, so she was always suspicious that others were going to lie to her, and she was always helpless.

People who live in a relatively closed environment all year round and lack contact with the outside world often have this kind of timidity and stupidity. For this woman who has been ill for many years, her son is the only support, the only protection and connection between her and this bustling world.

Fei Du looked at her through the glass window for a while, and felt that she was like a snail without a shell.

He didn't disturb Mother He, and left the city bureau quickly and went to the West District of the Flower Market.

"Furong City" was a private room in a corner. As soon as Luo Wenzhou came in, he felt that something was wrong—because it wasn't as dark as other private rooms, his eyes swept around the private room, and found some mystery in a corner.

Just as he was going around the Hongfu Grand View, Luo Wenzhou discovered that due to construction problems, there were several windows that were not sealed at the four corners of the building—it seemed that there was one in this private room.

The KTV private room does not open the window, so used a blackout cloth to stick it on the wallpaper and sealed it from the room. It may have been a long time, the place where it was pasted has fallen off, and some street lights have leaked in through the gap.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at it as if he didn't care, and quickly retracted his gaze. He casually turned on the music, and looked around at the ceiling as if looking for a smoke alarm.

Seemingly not seeing anything unusual, Luo Wenzhou took out a cigarette and lit one for himself.

Holding the lighter in one hand, he naturally ignited the fire in the other, and with this movement, he unfolded a note in his palm.

When the girl at the front desk pushed the photo album to him for the second time, under the cover of the photo album, she stuffed a note into his palm.

Inside was a line of handwriting hastily written with a ballpoint pen, which read: "Someone is waiting to block you."

Luo Wenzhou was a little surprised.

Of course he knew that someone was waiting to block him. Chen Zhen called him for help, and the other party must have expected him to come. Therefore, Luo Wenzhou deliberately mentioned "Wu Xue chūn" at the door, and he rushed in with a slap in the face. Sophisticated and not so sophisticated, he made himself look guarded, but at the same time confused.

In this way, the people who hide behind the scenes will think that they have the chance to win, they will not jump over the wall, and they will even deal with him wisely.

Luo Wenzhou planned to use himself to lure the enemy into the depths, and then play a trick behind the scenes.

But he didn't expect that an unknown receptionist would help him secretly.

From this point of view, the arrangement of him in the private room of "Furong City" with dark windows was obviously done by the girl—in case something happened, the private room had windows, and he had a way to escape.

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand and twisted his chin, feeling boundless in his heart.

He thought, "It's good to be handsome."

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside. Luo Wenzhou quietly put down the lighter, grabbed the note in his palm, and looked up.

A girl in a white dress stood at the door, her long dyed hair was a little dull, and her makeup was extra heavy. The girl pursed her lips and smiled at him, and said in a snarky voice, "Hello, sir, I'm Linda. "

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

This person's nose and eyes seem to have been reorganized with makeup after they were smoothed out. He really couldn't tell if she was Wu Xuechūn himself.

A few waiters came in, arranging the wine he ordered.

Luo Wenzhou nodded at the girl: "Sit down."

Linda's service spirit is very full. After entering the private room, she is not idle. While talking to Luo Wenzhou, she arranges the drinks on the table. Luo Wenzhou was just about to play the cigarette ashes, but she was already very discerning. He held the ashtray in front of him and waited to pick it up, and asked him obediently: "Handsome guy, if you order so much wine, there must be many customers? Do you need to call some more sisters?"

Her tone was very tender and sticky, but she couldn't help but bring out a bit of a nasal voice. When she got closer, she could see that there was a layer of blood in her eyes - it seemed that she had just cried, and the heavy makeup on her face was probably to cover up the red nose and eye socket.

Luo Wenzhou paused, raised her chin lightly, and looked left and right. His movements were very similar to that of a disciple, but his expression was very serious. After a while, he didn't know what he saw, and was about to withdraw his hand to speak when Linda suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Luo Wenzhou narrowed his eyes lightly.

Linda took advantage of his unreceived hand to make a false push and rejection, and said angrily: "Handsome guy, don't, I'm here today, I can only accompany the wine."

She said, the whole person fell back softly, just by turning over a bottle of wine on the coffee table, the bottle swayed and was about to fall, and the girl's rich face showed a flash of nervousness.

Luo Wenzhou suddenly stretched out his hand at that moment, passed her steadily, and scooped the wine bottle into his hand without spilling a drop.

Linda was stunned.

Luo Wenzhou sighed silently. Of course he could guess that there was a wiretapping device in the private room, and that the sofa base was not under the coffee table—it seemed that it was under the coffee table. The girl tried to pretend to be an accident and use the spilled wine to disrupt the wiretapping. The action of the device is too obvious.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at Linda and said with a pun, "Girls should be careful when doing things, don't be rash."

Linda thought he didn't understand what he was saying, and Chengfu's face immediately showed anxiety, but Luo Wenzhou calmly put the wine bottle back to its original position, and asked like a small talk: "How long have you been here, is there a man? friend?"

Linda looked at him blankly and replied subconsciously: "More than a year, no."

Luo Wenzhou stared into her eyes: "Have you thought about it?"

Linda nodded.

"It's always something to think about," Luo Wenzhou smiled, his fingers lightly leaning over the edge of the coffee table, and he asked in a low voice, "Are there any boys who usually play well?"

He has a pair of slender hands, and when they tap on the side regularly, they are very attractive. Linda glanced instinctively and found that his fingers were not in the same place when they tapped, but up and down, left and right... It seemed to be a " Chen" word!

He knew there was surveillance and wiretapping in this house!

Linda - Wu Xuechūn's eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, she held back her thoughts and said carefully, "There is... there is one, who is my past neighbor, I was entangled after get off work, He has helped me and has always taken good care of me... But what's the use? I'm from here, and he must hate me in his heart."

Luo Wenzhou: "Hate you?"

Wu Xuechūn did not say "disgusting", but "hate".

In this sentence, she said her relationship with Chen Zhen, and that she was "from here", and she did know some "here" guilt, which might be related to Chen Yuan's death.

Luo Wenzhou paused and asked softly, "Is that boy still 'local'?"

Wu Xuechūn nodded at him: "I don't have the face to look at him, as long as he's okay, I'll be satisfied."

Luo Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Chen Zhen was only temporarily locked up. This girl was smarter than he thought.

He leaned back gently on the sofa and asked again, "What does he do?"

Wu Xue was greeted and sent off, and he was used to observing his words and expressions, and seeing his slightly relaxed body language, he understood that Luo Wenzhou understood what she had just hinted at, and the next sentence seemed to be asking her about Chen Zhen's purpose for Hongfu Grand View.

Wu Xue chūnqiáng restrained his urge to look in the direction of the surveillance camera, organized the language, and said softly: "I don't know, I'm busy, I heard that he has a 'child' at home and left a few days ago. I've run away from home, I'm looking for it all over the world, I heard that the 'child' came here after school, and it seems that his boyfriend is a good friend, and he came to ask me a few days ago."

"The children are missing," Luo Wenzhou asked. "Why didn't you call the police?"

"It's useless, no one cares." Wu Xuechūn froze when he heard the word "police", murmured, then thought of something, and added, "The child wrote a place name in his workbook, and he was also there. Near here, he is far away, and I asked about it."

Chen Zhen is here to inquire about the "Golden Triangle Open Space"!

Surveillance and eavesdropping got the two of them off the hook in full to some people's ears.

A certain luxury private room on the second floor was filled with alcohol and a strange smell. A few men and women who were obviously unconscious were taking drugs. In order to disperse them as soon as possible, a group of demons began to dance.

Several men sat in a circle on the sofa, staring at Luo Wenzhou through the camera and earphones, the captain of the first official Flower District Criminal Investigation Detachment. The few of them were quite calm, they didn't follow drugs, they just drank a little bit of alcohol and ignored Pan Si dòng behind them.

One of them poked at the screen and said, "This guy surnamed Luo has been chatting with that girl for more than ten minutes. Why haven't we finished talking?"

The detachment leader said calmly: "Didn't you see that, he was knocking on the side of the kid's whereabouts. Now that he knows that the person is not dead, he doesn't dare to act rashly."

"How do you know?"

"That kid must have never told him anything," Huáng team put on the air of strategizing, "As long as anyone surnamed Luo knows what's going on here, he wouldn't dare to break in by himself... Then again, then The woman is really eating inside and out, and I will try to get rid of her after a while."

"Team huáng, what shall we do with this surnamed Luo? Report to the Wang Bureau tomorrow?"

"Wang Ju? Wang Ju is getting old and his wrists are weak. If you tell him today, he might go to that kid's house with cash tomorrow and beg him to forgive him - even if this sensible surnamed Luo has an affair with us. Ship, the filial piety to him will be indispensable in the future, then it will not be over, it is better to have one hundred." The detachment leader smiled sympathetically, "But we can't deal with him here, something has just happened in the western district, and we are too sensitive now. Be more quiet."

"You mean to say..."

"Keep the boy surnamed Chen, and when the limelight is over, use that boy as bait to hook him out," Huáng team licked his lips, "on the way here, it would be fun if he happened to meet a criminal he caught before. Well, after all, is there a danger in our industry - the premise is that the brat is obedient, has he been shot?"

A person next to him immediately stood up: "After the fight, I'll take a look."

The huáng team raised their heads, dodged the delirious entanglement of a drug addict girl with disgust, took a slow sip of wine, and thought to themselves: The so-called "jīngying" of the Municipal Bureau was originally this level. Without trying a few words, he revealed his own stuff. The whole process was under their supervision. It seemed that all walks of life were the same.

He took a sip of wine with a grim expression on his face, and looked at Luo Wenzhou, who still had a secret signal with that savage, and an inexplicable cynicism rose in his heart.

At this moment, the person who had just left suddenly rushed in in a panic: "Team huánghuánghuánghuáng, he...he...he..."

The detachment leader raised his head impatiently, seeing his subordinate's face pale, as if he had been struck by lightning, and said incoherently, "Dead...dead!"

The huáng team frowned: "You fucking stupid X, you can't speak clearly, what's dead?"

"That...that..." The subordinate pointed to the direction where Chen Zhen was being held, his tongue tied tightly.

The huáng team reacted suddenly, their scalps exploded, "Teng" stood up from the sofa, smashed the wine glass on the subordinate's face, and roared: "Dead! Who told you to touch him?"

The subordinate was sobbing with a face full of wine: "No... no one touched him, so I gave him a shot, just a little bit, a little bit, huáng team, if they hit these grandchildren, they would definitely not respond.One point, who would have thought that he could die? What the hell?"

A single drug overdose can lead to death, but how much is considered an overdose depends on the individual - some people can die from allergies by eating a peanut or drinking milk, and of course some people will die if they touch a little drug, but those are only a few extreme cases., No one thought that Chen Zhen, a lively young man, would be so vulnerable.

There was a "buzzing" in the huáng team's mind, and suddenly, he turned his head and stared fiercely at Luo Wenzhou in the surveillance, as if talking to himself, "This is a big deal, and he has to be kept."