Private detectives often wander in gray areas. Secret photography, eavesdropping, and tracking are all common methods. Sometimes, in order to obtain clues, it is common to forge identities and hire hackers.
Qiao Yueying could not use Wei Guangzheng's requirements to restrict Qu Mingcong's behavior, because he would starve to death.
So she comforted herself in her heart: Anyway, the video she took was for her husband to watch. As a couple living their lives, what kind of privacy is there? Oh, it’s so rare to be confused~~It’s so rare to be confused~
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The next day, Qu Mingcong hung an old key on the key ring, checked the processed plush dice again, and then pretended to go to the massage parlor.
He deliberately chose to go at 1:20 pm.
At this time, there was only about ten minutes difference between the time that Shao Jiaming's wife went to the massage parlor, and Master Xiao was waiting for her in a separate room.
Qu Mingcong went straight to the second floor as soon as he entered the store. He took long steps and walked fast. Before the old man on the first floor could react, he had already reached the second floor——
There is only one room on the second floor with the door open.
Qu Mingcong walked in quickly, put the key on the side cabinet by the door casually, unzipped his hoodie with his other hand, and said in an impatient tone: "Master Wu, please massage my shoulder. I have been feeling uncomfortable for the past two days..."
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He took off his coat and walked to the massage table and sat down. As if he had just seen the people in the room clearly, he said in surprise: "Ah... why isn't it Master Wu? Forget it, please help me press it. It feels so uncomfortable."
The masseur in the room is a young-looking man with fair skin, short hair, and a dignified and gentle appearance.
His face showed embarrassment and nervousness. He slowly stood up from the stool and said sarcastically: "I'm sorry...there are guests who have made reservations here..."
The voice is also surprisingly soothing and gentle.
"Reservation? Oh... I got the time wrong." Qu Mingcong said nonsensically, "When will the reservation be completed? I can wait. It's really uncomfortable. Please click the button for me as soon as possible."
Master Xiao shook his head. Although his words were gentle, his attitude was very firm: "Everyone is fully booked in the afternoon. You can come back in the evening."
"At night? You want me to wait until night?! Forget it, I'll find another one!"
Qu Mingcong grabbed his coat and walked out.
In order to appear genuine, he complained as he walked: "You have to make an appointment for a massage. What kind of shop is this? Will it do business..."
Quickly go downstairs, walk out of the massage parlor, and walk along the street until you reach the corner.
Qu Mingcong exhaled, turned on his phone on the roadside, and checked the camera through the built-in monitoring software.
In the camera footage, you can see Master Xiao sitting sideways next to the massage table.
The signal is stable and the picture is clear.
All you have to do next is wait for the target person to fall into the trap.
Qu Mingcong looked at the time. At this time, Shao Jiaming and his wife should have almost finished her skin care.
While waiting, Qiao Yueying on the phone asked him curiously: "Do you often need to act like this when investigating a case?"
"Yeah." Qu Mingcong curled his lips and smiled, "How did I perform?"
"The acting..." Qiao Yueying paused and said sincerely, "It's a bit awkward."
Qu Mingcong was not angry, but laughed out loud and said, "This is not the most embarrassing thing."
"Can it be more embarrassing than before?" Qiao Yueying found it hard to imagine.
Qu Mingcong said: "One time I received an order and the task was to help people find pickle jars. I visited and investigated from house to house. Every person I met said that the pickle jar was a relic left by my grandma. Whenever I miss my grandma, I will
I dug out some pickles from the jar and ate them, and it tasted like grandma's. Later, the thief may have been moved by me, and the pickle jar came back intact the next day."
Qiao Yueying was surprised: "Why would someone hire a private detective to find pickles?"
"Of course there is a reason. The reason is that the client wrapped 20,000 yuan of private money into a plastic bag and pressed it into a pickle jar at home. He thought that his wife would not find it, but his mother did not know about it and did not check carefully.
Just put the pickled vegetables in the jar and put it on the rooftop to bask in the sun. Then a greedy neighbor happened to find it and stole the jar and vegetables together."
When he mentioned the cases he had handled, the corners of Qu Mingcong's lips curled up unconsciously, and he smiled lightly: "The world is full of wonders. I thought it was ridiculous at first, but now I slowly get used to it... It turns out that all the cases I came into contact with in SWAT were major and serious cases.
, it’s quite interesting to investigate these trivial cases now.”
At this time, Master Xiao in the camera suddenly stood up and walked toward the door.
Qu Mingcong and Qiao Yueying both fell silent upon seeing this, staring directly at the camera.
A woman wearing a long-sleeved shirtdress enters the frame.
The other party was dressed very conservatively, with almost no skin exposed except the face, and a light pink silk scarf tied around her neck. Qiao Yueying felt uncomfortable because she felt that the silk scarf and the shirt dress didn't match at all.
The woman and the blind masseur were sitting and chatting holding hands, opening and closing their mouths, looking happy and relaxed.
There is no sound in the picture, but it can be seen from body language alone that the relationship between the two is not ordinary. Qu Mingcong turned on the video recording function early and took a few photos.
After the two chatted for a while, the woman began to unbutton her own buttons and carefully took off her skirt.
In order not to face difficulties when receiving his reward, Qu Mingcong naturally hoped to capture more exciting scenes, but when the woman exposed her upper body, he couldn't help but frown and did not move for a long time.
"There are so many bruises on her body..." Qiao Yueying also saw it.
The fair skin is covered with bruises of varying shades, and there are many round scars scattered on the chest, which look like they were burned with cigarette butts.
"Has she been subjected to domestic violence?" Qiao Yueying couldn't help but ask, "Looking at those scars, she must have been beaten frequently, and there are still marks on her neck. No wonder she wears a scarf even though the weather is not cold."
Qu Mingcong remained silent.
This was very strange. He and Qiao Yueying, two people who had nothing to do with each other, were staring at the scars on her body. The person she liked and trusted was sitting in front of her, but he was blind and couldn't see her.
of injury.
Is it possible...that a blind person can't see, but knows in his heart?
The masseuse gently caressed the woman's body. In addition to caressing, they hugged, kissed, and cuddled together to talk... Maybe more outrageous behavior would occur if they stayed together for a while, but Qu Mingcong did not watch anymore.
He frowned and turned off the camera, his face looking very ugly.
"Forget it, no more checking." He exhaled, with a very depressed expression on his face.
Qiao Yueying whispered: "If her husband sees the video, she will definitely be beaten to death... But the reward for taking the cheating video is 50,000... 50,000..."
Qu Mingcong became even more depressed.
Painfully bored.
Qiao Yueying rolled her eyes and asked tentatively: "Do you want me to coax you and make you happy?"
Qu Mingcong sighed and looked at her helplessly, "How do you want to coax her?"
Qiao Yueying said slowly: "Do you remember that cat that was paid ten thousand yuan?...I may have clues about that cat."