MTL - Seven Evil Slips-Chapter 8

Muyo was a little restless, but he was even more certain that there must be something wrong with Luo Ren: half the street was focused on him, how could he still be so calm and single-minded about picking strawberries?

She looked back at Cao Yanhua, he was gesticulating with an excited big horse monkey, which meant: It's him! It's him! Definitely him!

It seems that looking far away is not enough fun, so I left a table of dishes and came here for a walk with great interest.

Luo Ren paid the money, and walked out with bags full of hands. One side of the alley is a dead end, so he can only go to the other side, and can only pass through Muyo.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Luo Ren, who was not looking sideways, finally stopped, and he looked around suspiciously. Not far away, the neon signboard of the Third People's Hospital was flashing high above.

I saw Kiyo at the end, and asked her in confusion, "You called me?"

Kiyo stood up, stared straight at him, and said without any nonsense, "Why are you following me?"

Luo Ren seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "Me?"

He smiled wryly and shook his head, looked at the people around him and then at Kiyo, gestured to the signboard of the hospital, seemed very helpless: "Miss, my friend is hospitalized, I came to see him, I have no preparations at the moment, so I came to buy fruit, maybe Unfortunately, the road I took with you was heavy..."

Except for the fatty Cao Yanhua, everyone onlookers showed expressions of sympathy and understanding.

In this world, it is easier to forgive good-looking people, and it is easier to forgive good-looking men who are humble and polite.

Kiyo keenly sensed the unfriendly gazes around him.

Luo Ren smiled apologetically at Kiyo, and passed her by. Kiyo was hesitating whether to attack again, but he backed away.

Talk to the fruit stall owner first: "Excuse me, can I borrow a pen and paper?"

He returned to Muyo again, put the fruit by his feet first, lowered his head and wrote something on the paper: "But miss, if you want to meet me, my name is Luo Ren, you can call my number anytime..."

Before he finished speaking, Kiyo bumped into him staggeringly, Luo Ren touched his sore shoulder, and looked back at her walking back, with a sly smile on the corner of his lips.

In the alley, Mudai's face was gloomy, and he walked very fast, Cao Yanhua had to trot to keep up, panting, out of breath with grief.

"Sister, sister, it's him, I dare to swear on my career..."

"Sister, you are still too immature. Have you ever been in love? That kid did it on purpose. Let me tell you. I can see clearly. If you are promiscuous, he will pretend to be a gentleman. Once you are serious, he will be a gentleman." Hooligan, it was because of your thin skin that you retreated..."

Mudai stopped suddenly, Cao Yanhua stopped, and rushed forward several steps before retreating.

Kiyo looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

What does this mean, Cao Yanhua is alert, now he is excited? Then don't laugh at me, at him.

"A lot of eyes and ears?"

Only then did Cao Yanhua realize that she was talking about the three things she boasted about just now.

"That's necessary," Cao Yanhua talked eloquently, "Sister, let me tell you, from ancient times to the present, why do those who follow people at home and abroad fail repeatedly?"

"why?"

"Because of being divorced from the masses. I was followed by a beggar for nothing. I followed a street and an alley. The one who was followed was not a pig. I found out sooner or later. But we are different."

He stretched out his hands with great pride: "Our colleagues are on duty 24 hours a day in the Jiefangbei area, and we also have a WeChat group. All kinds of professions and various disguises will inevitably make him sink into the vast ocean of people's struggle..."

"Then help me keep an eye on him."

Cao Yanhua stopped talking, and after a while, he suddenly realized that he was at a loss: "Why?"

His tone was too fierce, and the first word was too forceful, and the spittle star did not dare to say that it sprayed Kiyo all over the face, at least part of it landed.

Kiyo let him close his eyes subconsciously, and slowly opened them again.

Cao Yanhua felt a little guilty.

Kiyo took out a tissue, rubbed his shoulders slowly, and gritted his teeth with a smile on his face: "Aren't we friends? You will go to Yunnan to play in the future, and I will entertain you. Besides, don't treat it as helping me, just treat it as you It's...teambuilding."

Cao Yanhua hesitated for a moment.

"Sister like this, I know you have some skills, and you can show me some tricks for me to weigh. When people make friends, they are nothing more than those who can be used. I know whoever is rich, powerful, and capable. You need to be pampered. Don't blame me for being snobbish in making friends, everyone wants to be like this, and who doesn't want to rely on a big tree..."

Before he finished speaking, he glanced at the space around him from the corner of his eye, and heard two soft bangs, and when he looked up again, he felt that Tianling Gai was gasping, and a word was stuck in his throat.

I'll be good!

On both sides of the alley, one is the back of the low house and the other is the back of the building. Kiyo is about four or five meters high on the wall of the building, with both hands clinging to the side panel of the air conditioner outside the building, his body turned around, his head on his feet, his eyes bright intimidating.

This is called Gecko Walking the Wall, also known as Immortal Hanging Painting. It is said that it originated from Shaolin, but later it was carried forward by Green Forest, and it takes a long time to practice. The gejue says "success is as light as an ant", and it is like Kiyo, who is really like a gecko, and it goes up in a flash.

It took Cao Yanhua a while to come back to his senses, he was trembling with excitement when he spoke: "We are friends, Sister Kishiro, as soon as I have news, I will go to Bieyuan to find you."

Early the next morning, the waiter knocked on the door to change the towels, and brought a file bag with two lines written in black marker on the file bag.

The first line is: Miss Huo Zihong.

The second line is: If you have any questions, dial extension 108.

Although it was for Aunt Hong, since I am a plenipotentiary, I should be able to see it, right?

Mudai opened the file bag and looked. Wan Fenghuo and the others were really not low in efficiency. Although sometimes they may not be able to find out the most secret information, once there is a breakthrough, there will be a lot of additional reference information on the outside.

Inside was Liu Shuhai's detailed information, which confirmed what Cen Chunjiao said was true. The autopsy did reveal that she died of a normal illness, and her left foot was indeed cut off, but the beheading had nothing to do with the death.

In addition, the autopsy found more content. In the middle of Liu Shuhai's back, a part of the skin was missing. To be precise, it seemed that a piece of skin 23.5cm long and 5cm wide had been gouged out.

What the **** is this? Kiyo drew it according to the length, and felt like a wide ruler, and also like an elongated bookmark.

It is mentioned in the data that this part of the gap is very neat up and down, and it is by no means randomly gouged out. Even if it is artificial, it requires meticulous work. Moreover, it was only discovered when the autopsy was taken off. The time should not be too long.

It's really strange, from the time Cen Chunjiao came out of the door to calling out to see the old man, it took at least a minute or so. It was unimaginable to cut off the left foot. Who can skin it carefully?

In the file bag is a short biography of Liu Shuhai, born in 1972, from Changsha, owns an auto repair shop, and the neighbors are loyal and honest. I have never seen him blush with anyone in this life, an ordinary life day after day The only big twist in my life was when I took my family to Datong, Shanxi Province to see the Grottoes in 2007. As a result, the tour bus crashed through the guardrail and fell into the river. There were no major casualties, but Liu Shuhai was rescued last, and he fell into a coma in the hospital. 48 hours to wake up.

He left home in 2008, saying he was looking for business opportunities outside, and rarely contacted his family after that. In 2010, he died of illness in a small hotel in the western suburb of Jinan Passenger Station.

Another very important point is that Liu Shuhai has never been to Luoma Lake according to family memories.

Cen Chunjiao seemed to be about to jump.

Turning to the next one, Kiyo suddenly froze for a moment.

It said: In addition, Zhang Guanghua's project has not progressed. It is reported that he was last seen at Taiyuan Bus Station.

The whole story is full of Liu Shuhai, why did Zhang Guanghua appear again?

Mudai suspected that Wan Fenghuo had made a mistake, so he dialed the extension number 108. When Wan Fenghuo heard that it was her, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was Cen Chunjiao again. She just yelled at me for a long time, saying that it was these criminals." People's whereabouts are kept secret, and they may not tell their family members when they go to Luoma Lake. I promised repeatedly that I would not delay the payment, so she gave up."

Mudai raised the information in his hand, as if he could see it: "You guys are careless in your internal affairs. All of Zhang Guanghua's information came to me. The confidentiality is too bad."

Wan Fenghuo was surprised: "Zhang Guanghua?"

The next second he realized: "Oh, that matter. Didn't your aunt Hong tell you? She also asked about it."

This time it was Kiyo's turn to be dazed: Aunt Hong also wanted to inquire? How many people does she want to ask?

Wan Fenghuo patiently explained to her: "Your Auntie Hong has prepared two cases with me, one is Luomahu and the other is Zhang Guanghua. You are here on her behalf, and I will ask someone to sort out the latest information. Although Zhang Guanghua's project is not Progress, let me mention it by the way."

After hanging up the phone, Kiyo flipped through Zhang Guanghua's information. This is a native of Luoma Lake, who lives in the same building as the victim Li Yaqing's family. He is an office employee. A black and white photo is attached to the information. , much like the movie stars of that era.

Why did Aunt Hong want to inquire about such a handsome guy? Mudai's heart suddenly became gossip, but when he turned to the back and saw that it said "married at the time, son was three years old", he lost interest immediately.

Just as I stuffed all the materials back into the file bag, the phone rang again, and the front desk notified that there was a customer looking for it.

Cao Yanhua stood with his head bowed in the lobby of the Bieyuan, and Kiyo knew that things were not going well before he approached.

As soon as he came to the front, Cao Yanhua sighed heavily, probably embarrassed to speak, and deliberately used body language to make Kiyo "understand".

Kiyo slapped people in the face: "Didn't you mean that he would be plunged into the vast ocean of people's struggle?"

Cao Yanhua complained: "Sister, it's not our fault. Everything was fine at first, but who knew that later, he drove a car out. Do you know what kind of car it is? We can't keep up. We don't have the skills to drive. If you have the ability to drive a car, who will do this business, besides..."

He muttered: "The car is so fast that we can't keep up with taxis. Hey, old man..."

Suddenly he greeted with a smile on his face, and Kiyo looked back, and it turned out that Wan Fenghuo had come out.

Wan Fenghuo stared, "Why are you here?"

Cao Yanhua hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, old man, I will not cut anyone who cuts your guests."

He also refers to Kiyo: "Good friend, our good friend."

good friend? Wan Fenghuo murmured in his heart, and was about to ask carefully, when he saw the waiter who had gone out to deliver the package before came back, he hurriedly asked him, "Have you delivered it yet?"

"Delivered."

"Have you taken a picture? Let me see."

Kiyo was curious: "Why do you need to take pictures as a gift?"

Wan Fenghuo took the mobile phone in the waiter's hand to look at the photos: "Isn't that Ma Tuwen? Messy enough..."

Muyo poked his head over to look. In the photo, Ma Tuwen was holding the file bag, smiling brightly and clicking on the front, as if he was winning a prize.

Wan Fenghuo was about to return the phone, but Kiyo picked it up first: "Let me see."

She zooms in on the photo.

The little girl Jiajia is really unpredictable, Wan Fenghuo squinted at her: Is this Ma Tuwen handsome? I need to zoom in on it.

Kiyo didn't say anything.

Ma Tuwen's house was really messy, the beer cans rolled all over the floor, and there were women's suspenders on the sofa.

However, this is not the point.

The point is, on the messy table in front of him, there are several bags of fruit. Although the pixels are not high, they can be recognized at a rough glance.

There are apples, bananas, and... strawberries.