Police Detective

Youyi Street is very wide, with a total of six lanes from north to south, with non-motorized lanes next to it, and there are palm trees and other tropical trees on the roadside.

There are many high-rise buildings on both sides of the road, each one more luxurious than the other, and there are luxury cars everywhere on the road. Due to the tax gap, luxury cars here are very cheap, some are only one-third of the normal price.

Two or three Rolls-Royces drove past here side by side. This kind of scene is rare in China.

And this place is only five kilometers away from the bar that Bai Song and the two went to this morning.

The economy here in X is very abnormal. There is only one main business, and the rest are derivative economies. Those that have nothing to do with derivative economies are all dirty and messy.

At this moment, Bai Song and Bai Song were wearing ordinary clothes. They looked a little downcast, but they didn't look like they were easy to bully.

After crossing this street and leaving the main road here, the rest of the place looks relatively average.

It was now around four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were gradually more and more people on the street. The nightlife here is very rich. As long as you have money, you can enjoy the best services. Many shops only open at this time and stay open until six in the morning.

There is a decent shop here. It is a serious business. Apart from introducing people to some places, its main business is to open a supermarket.

"Here we go again." The female boss and Bai Song knew each other at this time: "What can I buy?"

"Bread," Bai Song said, "As long as it's cheap."

"It's time to grow taller, how can we just eat bread?" The female boss ignored Bai Song, but stared at Wang Huadong: "Look at how thin you have become, are you free tonight? Sister, please Let’s go have a drink. Nothing will happen today.”

"I'm different from them," Wang Huadong said, "We will definitely win a lot of money, and I'll treat you to a drink then!"

"You guys are really good at playing. I have seen so many different kinds of people over the years. You are really rare." The female boss hit a wall again, but she didn't care: "There are so many bosses here. , some worth millions and tens of millions. Last time I met someone who was from the Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce. He was very rich. He said he had dinner with their president, the one named Ma, but in the end he lost. of."

"You're already so rich, what's this about?" Bai Song couldn't help but ask.

"Sitting on that table, we are all the same as you." The boss has seen too much: "I have been on the table for more than ten years, but now I can't enjoy it anymore. I have a heart disease and can't stand the excitement. Unlike You young people are in such good health.”

"Haha," Bai Song said, "The boss pays the bill and we're leaving."

"Go ahead, go ahead. If you win tonight, come and find me. My sister, who I have the best relationship with, has recently received some new tea." The female boss waved her hand and said nothing more.

After Bai Song and the two came out, they walked to a deserted place and squeezed all the bread they bought into balls. Soon the package was missing most of it, and it looked like the package was empty.

There is no big problem in destroying the packaging of bread here. All the bread here must contain a lot of cheap preservatives, and it can still be stored for at least five days after opening the package in this warm, humid and humid environment.

The female owner of this store has a good impression of Wang Huadong, but this good impression is not really as strong as she shows. What the boss likes more is money, so the so-called good impression is more like pretending.

Here, skin can be equated with money, whether it is a beautiful woman or a handsome man.

The characters of Bai Song and Wang Huadong here are very simple, two gamblers, so-called unique gamblers.

The two of them claimed to have taken tens of thousands of yuan, but the card set a limit and could only withdraw a thousand yuan a day. The two of them would take this one thousand and stop if they could earn 500,000. If the cost If you lose, leave and come back tomorrow.

Even the female boss said this method is good, but these are just polite words. In fact, the boss has seen how it is done, and he just praises it casually. Anyway, this place does not believe in methods, only luck and courage.

Walking through a street, there are also some newly built two- and three-story houses here. The construction method is very simple, just the most common red bricks. Some of them have huge Chinese characters for "gun tower" written directly on them. Bai Song knows that every room in here, It can play Animal video 24 hours a day.

"Boss, come here. I wish you good luck and may you kill everyone!"

"Boss, we have new tea here"

Several groups of people were recruiting Bai Song and the two of them. In their eyes, everyone at this time had money.

Ignoring this, the two of them walked around for a few hundred meters and walked for a while. The place seemed a little more desolate, and they arrived at a noodle shop.

"Boss, two bowls of noodles," Bai Song asked, "How much does one bowl cost?"

"Ten yuan, two bowls for twenty," the boss said.

"Okay", Bai Song searched his two pockets, found a ten-dollar bill and two five-dollar bills, and handed them to the boss.

"Okay, wait a minute." The boss took the money and started cooking noodles, and then chatted with Bai Song: "You two strangers, do you live near here?"

"I went out to do some business with the adults. I haven't made any money yet, and the things on the street are too expensive. I walked around and came to a noodle shop when I saw it." Bai Song said, "The accent of the boss is from the south."

"I have been here for seven or eight years. It doesn't matter where I am from." The boss didn't want to mention his past: "What kind of business do you come here to do? I know a lot of people, and maybe I can help. Of course. , I can also earn some money for tea, right?"

"This is not about the tea fee." Bai Song shook his head: "My parents won't let me tell you. It's difficult to make money now. Brother, please understand."

"Is there anything I can't understand?" The boss said that he had seen too much of the big world: "To make money here, there are only three kinds of things. I don't have to guess."

"Hahaha, look," Wang Huadong said with a smile, "There is no way to fool the boss, let alone talk about it. After all, you might know him, so how can you say that?"

"You guys are so interesting to talk to." The boss also knew that these two people would definitely not talk about anything else, so he stopped asking more questions and started chatting with another table instead.

The table next to Bai Song is quite strange. They are actually drinking in a noodle shop. It sounds like they should work here.

The people who work here are really different. Some people work as "ignitions" (helpers) at the card table and earn hundreds of thousands a month. Some collude with local gangsters and lend money to outsiders and make a lot of money. Of course, There are others among these, such as those who sweep the floor and cook.

Of course, there are no simple sweepers and cooks here. These people are also intermediaries at any time, agents from all walks of life - although there are only three industries here.

Those who drink too much here are those who have lost a lot of money but have no debts. They are the best group of people in this place.

There are three types of people in this place. The first type is those who lost all their money. The second type is those who lost all their money and then took out loans and ruined their homes. The third type is those who won money.

In reality, the third type of person is temporary; they will continue to become the first, second, and third type of person. There are still some who win, but there are too few. The stories of these people will become legends and inspire more people to come.

"I've seen it through, and I'm ready to go back," one of the men said, "Brother, I advise you, stop it, don't borrow money to do it."

"I can't help it. I have borrowed more than 300,000 yuan and I can't go back. I just have to take a gamble. If I win, I will go back. If I lose, let me die." This person obviously has no way of turning back.

"Brother, listen to me. You think there is no way back now. In a few days, you will dream of returning to today." This person may have drunk too much and said something philosophical.

Bai Song glanced sideways. The person who said this obviously could be saved, and he might be able to become a leader in the future.

"Today." This person took a sip of wine and said, "I'm not willing to accept it!"

Bai Song and the two came here in time for lunch. There were not many people coming to this store, and the boss basically asked everyone about the general situation.

Most of the people who came here to eat were people who had lost money in gambling and had no money to go to high-end places. None of them were worthy of pity, but the content of everyone's chats was information to Bai Song.

There is definitely something wrong with this store. Bai Song heard about this store from Hou Peng. Hou Peng and Hou Fangyuan had been here before, and they felt that the boss was weird.

Bai Song didn't know that Hou Peng had been here once before leaving X. He had gotten to know a little more about the area these days, so he came over for dinner.

The two of them haven't eaten much in the past few days. Today's food can be regarded as an improvement. According to the current appetite of the two, it is estimated that each of them can eat three bowls. However, neither of them showed that they were very hungry. They just slowly and slowly Eat, only one bowl.

I didn't hear much useful stuff here, but Bai Song used the equipment on his body to record the noodle shop owner.

From here, they went out to buy some high-calorie foods at a nearby store, then walked for more than a kilometer and bought some compressed biscuits. The two wandered around until the evening, replenished enough supplies, and then returned to their residence.

"No one has come in." Wang Huadong checked and nodded.

"Well", Bai Song took out the things from his body bit by bit, and then placed them randomly in different locations in the room.

"Let me report." Wang Huadong dug out a small device from the ceiling, turned it on, and then sent an encrypted message to Wang Liang.

Today's situation and intelligence report were sent first, followed by the video recorded by Bai Song.

The current technology is still in place, and it was sent shortly after. Wang Liang compared it and found that the identity of the owner of this noodle shop had been analyzed through facial recognition. This was a murder in southern Henan Province nine years ago. The mastermind of the case has been on the run.

This news is exciting!

There is an absconding murderer here. This alone will make things very easy for diplomacy. In the past, this was enough, but now it is not possible. More clues are needed. We cannot just jump in and alert the snake. Doing so would be irresponsible for the safety of people like Bai Song.

(I was ganked by my book friend today. I went to eat with my book friend and so on. I didn’t come back until 11 o’clock, so I only coded so much.)