I used to wonder why Huang Yi chose Starbucks as a place to do business. However, when Xue Rui pushed me to this coffee shop near the business center, I really understood the convenience - there are many people and smooth flow.
.This Starbucks coffee shop is on the second floor of a building. It has five exits from east to west, north and south, plus employee entrances and exits. Moreover, there is a dense flow of people outside and it extends in all directions. People who are familiar with the surrounding environment can easily use it.
In this intricate terrain, you can fish in troubled waters and escape.
Moreover, with people coming and going, it is very inconvenient to set up an ambush here, and it is easy to expose your whereabouts.
Xiaoyao usually has a bright-eyed, white-toothed, pretty lolita appearance, but it seemed a little out of place to be in and out of such an occasion, so she was assigned a task to guard the exit to the shopping mall passage on the third floor. Apart from us,
Cao Yanjun's people also appeared nearby, each squatting. Compared to us, they are real professionals, and they are very familiar with it. If we stop there, we will look like passers-by. But we are not bad, we have experienced strong winds and waves, and now
This thing was really like playing, so I focused more on coffee and desserts.
Seeing that I was enjoying my meal, Xue Rui smiled. She stirred the cup and took a sip of the fragrant latte, letting the fragrance melt between her lips and teeth. Then she turned her head to look at me and said, Brother Lu Zuo, ask
You have a question.
I said yes, what's the matter?
She raised her hand, pointed at the faint bat mark on my forehead, and said, "What is this? Why do I feel so ominous and disgusting?" I rubbed the vampire curse on my forehead and said,
I killed a vampire from Western legends, and then I was cursed. It’s a bit troublesome to unravel this thing, but fortunately, I don’t have to worry too much. Firstly, in the territory of the Celestial Empire, there are very few messy things like the West. Secondly, Will
He usually stays by my side. He is very sensitive to the appearance of similar people and can also serve as an early warning - Oh, you should know the identity of Wilgangro, right?
Xuerui nodded and said that it was indeed rare in China, but in the United States, she had heard from Master and had seen it with her own eyes. Although it was rare, it was not unusual.
It was just a casual chat, and I said I also had a question.
Xuerui nodded and said, "You're asking." I stretched out my palm, half-clasped it, and said, "Where is the cursed doll that Xiong Ming, a man from the Miao family, sent to Tachilei for you? I haven't seen that little thing show up in a few days?"
Well, there was something wrong with Jixiang and Xiaoqing, and he didn’t like it during the day, so he left it in the hotel where he lives now - each independent individual like them has a strong sense of territory, and they don’t like each other.
Xianrong, how did you make your Golden Silkworm Gu, Duoduo and Lu Yaoyao live in peace?
I shrugged my shoulders and said I didn’t know either. People say little guys are jealous, but Duoduo is as kind as snow. In fact, the one with the strongest territorial awareness is probably Golden Silkworm Gu, but it’s just a stupid fool.
I also like Duoduo and them very much, so I won’t have your problem.
We chatted casually. In the early morning Starbucks, there were white-collar workers rushing to work, college students wearing couple's clothes for the summer vacation (perhaps middle school students, I can't tell from their physical development), and others. Business here is very good
, but after the rush hour, the seats are quite comfortable.
Mrs. Ma arrived here at about half past eight, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat uncomfortably, not drinking, and staring blankly ahead.
Because there was a photo of the broker named Huang Yi, I always scanned it casually to see if that guy had already arrived and was just observing nearby.
Xuerui is more focused on the chat between us. With her clairvoyance, she can see through her opponent at any time. She doesn't need to be like me.
We were talking about Xuerui going to Myanmar to study art. Xuerui told me that her master, Chi Limei, was very beautiful, but she didn’t show up often. Usually, the old Chi Lihua accompanied her. Talking about
As a newly recognized master, I feel that Xuerui's fear seems to be much more than admiration and respect. But I can also understand that a woman who wraps herself in a white cocoon all day long and soaks in the insect pond, many times
, none of us can describe her as human.
A rough estimate shows that Chi Limei is over a hundred years old, but in my memory she is just a stunning beauty who was only in her teens.
Therefore, the magic of witchcraft is really not something that ordinary people can understand.
There were too many details that Xue Rui didn't dare to mention to me, but "after three days apart, we should look at each other with new eyes." She did gain a lot during those days in Myanmar. During the conversation with her, I also felt for her.
I was impressed by my rich knowledge of witchcraft and Gu. What I said was reasonable and meaningful. I really learned a lot.
At about nine o'clock, Xuerui raised his hand and patted me and told me not to look back. Huang Yi came, put on makeup and beard, and his appearance changed a lot. It seemed that he was quite cautious.
I didn't look back, picked up the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip. In my peripheral vision, I saw a burly man walking past me and striding towards the seat next to Mrs. Ma.
I turned my head inadvertently and saw that Mrs. Ma had a flustered expression, which was very unnatural, like a student who was caught by the teacher for deserting in class.
I felt bad, so I saw the man start to turn around and stride away towards the west exit, and soon he reached the door.
This change was so sudden that I didn't react until the man was about to leave the door. At this time, Cao Yanjun had already rushed out of the corner and rushed towards the man with several colleagues. I was a wounded person, and I was just a spectator.
The role of Soy Sauce can only be anxious, but Xuerui twisted her body, shuttled past like a butterfly, and rushed towards the west gate.
That Huang Yi was also a martial artist with incredible agility. He was one step ahead of everyone and rushed out of the glass door like the wind.
However, he came back soon, and flew back upside down, with a small footprint on his chest.
In the eyes of the customers in the coffee shop, a girl with a ponytail dressed elegantly appeared at the door. Without stopping at all, she took two steps forward and pulled Huang Yi, who was still in the air, to the ground. In front of her was a girl who had shrunk into a prawn.
The middle-aged man with beard looked like a boy, but the girl with ponytail refused to let him go. Her overly delicate face was full of anger. She grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, and then started to slap him with her little hands, hard and hard.
In just a few strokes, the poor broker's makeup was completely ruined, and his fake beard was slapped all over the floor, strand by strand, revealing an ugly horse face.
I tried my best to push the wheelchair and walked over. I only heard the little demon slapping him in the face and cursing: "Bad guy, I'll beat the crap out of you..."
Huang's mouth and nose were full of blood foam, and his eyes turned white. It was obvious that the little demon was not just joking with him, but was using his real strength. Cao Yanjun and others were trying to persuade him, but they couldn't do anything with this fiery girl.
None. The Chinese people's love of liveliness is eternal. A large circle of idlers gathered around them. They all felt frightened when they looked at the ponytail girl. Cao Yanjun and his colleagues had to show their IDs to express their innocence.
I stepped forward, took the little demon's hand, and said, why do you need such a heavy hand?
The little demon covered his chest and said that he and Duoduo had nightmares for several days when they saw that thing, so they wanted to beat him to vent their anger. I was stunned, can these two little things still dream? Dreams are not a thing
Is it purely a subconscious brain reaction? I held her hand and said that we would go back to interrogate him and take a breath. The little demon pouted and said that I also want to drink latte coffee and eat chocolate cake.
I also want to...
I nodded hastily in agreement and asked Xue Rui next to me to quickly point the little ancestor over to prevent her from breaking out again.
After completing this arrest operation, we quickly escaped from the cafe to avoid being watched. Xiaoyao was not satisfied. He took the packed things and said that there was no atmosphere at all and the food felt unpalatable - I always felt
She was unhappy because we had arranged for her to guard Ximen just now, but she did not dare to quarrel with the little ancestor and tried to persuade her.
Cao Yanjun did not escort Huang Yi back to Dongguan, but asked his colleagues in Huizhou to arrange a nearby location, and then began the interrogation process.
As expected, Huang Yi is a veteran who is very familiar with the rules. His psychological quality is at least several levels higher than that of Mrs. Ma. He refuses to admit the crimes he has committed and claims that he does not know Mrs. Ma at all.
, and he doesn’t know why we want to arrest him. He is familiar with the law, and has cited various legal provisions to defend himself. He also claimed that everything he said would not be signed before his lawyer arrived.
Cao Yanjun and the others had seen many such guys, so they were not in a hurry and took their time calmly. Then they released the evidence they obtained bit by bit, preparing to break Huang Yi's psychological defense.
However, Huang Yi was very proud. He pointed out that these candid photos were nothing like him. As for the so-called recordings, the sound restored by these technologies was completely distorted. How can these secretly collected things be used as evidence in court? As for the so-called recordings, the sound restored by these technologies is completely distorted. How can these secretly collected things be used as evidence in court?
Bank statement, my God, his bank account number is not like this, and it does not bring such false accusations - this guy is extremely meticulous, and he also put on makeup when he met with Mrs. Ma. As for the receiving account of the journal, the head of the household is called
Feng Jianhu, and the money had already been transferred to overseas accounts.
We previously checked that the person named Feng Jianhu was an ordinary migrant worker, and the account was obviously opened with a stolen ID card.
Although we are all sure of Huang Yi's crime, due to this guy's caution and slickness, the chain of evidence could not be formed at all, so this guy was emboldened and refused to confess all his crimes. However, he obviously underestimated our methods. In the end,
Cao Yanjun's expression changed and he couldn't help but clenched his fists loudly, while Xuerui suggested that she should think of a solution.
Cao Yanjun agreed and started to clear the place, but I, who had been standing by, couldn't help but frown.
I saw a black human-faced spider tattoo on the left side of Huang Yi's neck.