Ruiben took a few steps closer to the administrator. His tall body was very oppressive, "Madam, if we find that you are hiding something..."
"I said I was looking for inspiration." The administrator shouted, "Damn it, what are you thinking? Get out, get out quickly, I still have a lot of work to do."
"Is it difficult to find inspiration while maintaining this posture?" Xing Ze straightened up, reached out and touched one side of the wooden grille, then put it under his nose and smelled it.
"If the lime doesn't prove it yet," he knocked on the grate, "the black tar on it must have been smoked out by your smoke. You are not, as you say, indifferent to the movements of your tenants.
.On the contrary, you are interested in what the tenants are doing.
"You saw Frank leading a bunch of people into your apartment. It was your responsibility as a manager and out of your own curiosity, so you went upstairs to ask. However, the other party's attitude was not good, and you were kicked out.
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"So you planned to leave the matter to the landlord to handle, just when you wanted to call the landlord. The scholar-like person sent hush money, and he wanted you to keep silent. You are very smart, so quickly
I knew this would be a good way to make money.
"So you began to pay special attention to the movements of those six people. Trying to discover some more secrets so that you could make a fortune. Maybe you have already done that. I am afraid that the tenants here have secrets in your hands."
"Haha, everyone has friends more or less, so you turn a blind eye to the tenants bringing people back. But who would have thought that everything they do is recorded by you."
Speaking of this, Xing Ze's eyes moved to the brown leather notebook on the plaster workbench, "It's all over there, right? I walked around the living room, but when I walked near that place, you looked particularly nervous.
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Both the administrator and the superintendent paid their attention to the notebook.
"Ma'am." Ruiben said solemnly, "I suggest you stand and don't..."
But the administrator didn't listen to him at all, and instead rushed toward the notes on the workbench. However, Ribbon was faster than her and hugged her before she could get the notes.
"Let me go, you have no right to do this, let me go. I'm going to sue you, both of you!"
Xing Ze shook his head. He did not expect that the other party would collapse so quickly. Perhaps the big man Ruiben and the uniform he was wearing brought enough oppression.
The superintendent quickly subdued the administrator, "Calm down, ma'am, calm down." He said, "We are not interested in you recording other people's privacy."
After some words, the administrator calmed down a little. She sat on the ground panting, looking at Xing Ze nervously, and occasionally taking a look at the notebook.
Ribbon took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it to her.
As the white smoke slowly rose, the lady's breathing gradually stabilized. She swallowed and said, "Let him out."
Ruiben turned to look at Xing Ze, "Madam, we are the police. And I assure you, Officer Li..."
"I can tell you the whole truth. But if he were here, I wouldn't say anything. It's your choice."
"I'll go outside to find something to drink." Xing Ze said wisely, "But you'd better tell the truth, madam. Otherwise, things won't end so well next time I come back."
"Devil!" the administrator whispered.
Xing Ze walked out of the apartment and looked around aimlessly. Although the weather was very hot, people were still coming and going on the street. Unintentionally, he saw a grocery store and suddenly remembered something.
Then, he took out a fruit lollipop from the ring and put it in his mouth. Lily sent him a whole box of candies from the United States. Except for leaving a few bags as his own snacks, the rest
He distributed them all to students as final exam rewards.
He crossed the street and went straight to the grocery store.
The person looking after the store is a young man, about 20 years old. His hair is a typical three-quarter hair style, which is the most popular style nowadays.
"Would you like anything, sir?"
"Give me a pack of cigarettes." Xing Ze said.
"What brand?"
"Marlboro."
The clerk quickly took out a package from the counter behind him and placed it on the counter.
Xing Ze took out the money and asked casually: "Do you know Frank? The detective who lives in the apartment across the street."
The young clerk nodded and said, "Of course I know him, he is a famous person."
"Is he here to buy cigarettes?"
"certainly."
"He shouldn't smoke cheaply, right?"
The clerk turned and pointed and said, "He smokes 555s, but most of the time he smokes cigars."
"cigar?"
"Yes, D'Orsay Pier, he often buys this brand. Sometimes he also buys Raymond Aron."
"Has he bought any other cigarettes recently?"
The clerk looked at Xing Ze hesitantly, "Sir, I don't understand."
"Just curious. I plan to write a report about the life of a private detective recently."
"Ah, you are a reporter?"
"No, I am a scholar, a folklore scholar."
The clerk showed a puzzled look, and it was obvious that Xing Ze's serious nonsense had touched upon his blind spot of knowledge.
"Okay, I...I heard about it. Frank, uh--Frank, he did buy a lot of cigarettes from me recently. There are Jian brand, 555, Governor, and Winston."
"Winston?" Xing Ze thought for a while, "That should be American cigarettes."
"Yes, yes, we also buy American cigarettes, Camel, Winston, Lucky Strike, etc."
"That's funny. Why does he want so many brands of cigarettes by himself?"
The clerk shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe he wanted to try which one suits him, or give it to a friend? He bought a lot that time, at least seven cartons of cigarettes and some cigars."
"Did he come alone?"
"No, not alone."
"Let me guess, it's a gentle man wearing glasses, about the same age as Frank."
"No." The clerk shook his head, "There were two people with him."
Upon hearing this, Xing Ze's eyes lit up and he said, "Tell me what those two people look like."
"But...but...sir, I'm still working." The young man looked at the employee door behind the counter with some embarrassment.
Xing Ze magically took out a ten pound note and placed it on the counter, "Tell me about it, and then the money will be yours."
The young man looked at the banknote, his throat moved, and then whispered: "Two strong men, one of them is slightly shorter, but about 1.8 meters. His eyes are very scary, I miss him
He must have been in the military or something."
"Where's the other one?"
"Well - as for the other one, there's nothing special except being strong. His arms are simply thicker than my thighs."
Xing Ze nodded and pushed the ten pound note towards the clerk.