Chapter 112

"master, once the money is taken out, all the existing capital chains of Jingtai will be completely broken..." In the face of the housekeeper's painstaking efforts, Lin Youyuan just hands over the signed document.

"Don't try to persuade me. Do it."

Housekeeper Lin was silent, sighed for a long time, and went out with the document.

Thank you for throwing grenades: Mei Yuan, MoO2; LaiZhu, 1;

thank you for throwing Rockets: ala Oh, 5; Han Heming, 1;

thank you for throwing deep-water torpedoes: ala Oh, 2; nihilistic, unreasonable, Muyou, 1;

thank you for throwing overlord ticket or irrigation nutrient solution for me from December 2222:21:06 to December 2322:54:27, 2019

: Han Han wants to know how he will slap his wife tomorrow.

The author has something to say: the libretto is excerpted from Hua Mulan.

At the end of the speech, there was a gnashing of teeth and hatred: "you say yes or no, Miss Pei."

"how can I let her go when the suspect is so hard to catch?"

Song Yuhang pulls the person back, puts the key into his right pocket, and shakes the handcuffs of her left hand.

There was a crackle in my ear.

"Goodbye, oh no, never again. Goodbye." When Lin Yan plans to bypass her and go out.

She said, brushing away her hand and pulling her clothes.

"Ha - what's serious? I just enjoyed it, didn't I?"

Lin Yan thought about it, and then he really laughed sarcastically, with tears in his eyes.

The criminal investigation team leader has always been an old-fashioned man. Maybe he didn't expect to be forced to kiss by the "drug dealer" one day.

Song Yuhang is clean for her, but also crazy for her.

Looking at her appearance, Lin Yan was both sad and gratified, and somehow a little funny.

It turned out that she was not the only one who was hurt secretly.

She was haunted by dreams, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Pei Jinhong's face just had a moment of devotion and tenderness, which made her feel that Lin Yan was kissing her, and the feeling was too real.

She just can't do it.

Song Yuhang held her collar against the wall and yelled: "don't think I dare not hit you, I am, I just..."

She raised her eyes and sneered at her: "fight, why don't you fight?"

Song Yuhang's eyes are red.

For a long time, I didn't wait for a crisp slap.

Lin Yan turned his head, closed his eyes and laughed sadly, waiting for the slap to fall.

Without waiting for her to open her mouth, song Yuhang raised his right hand and broke the air raid.

When the crisis was over, Lin Yanwei narrowed his eyes and caught sight of him disappearing in the corridor. Then he let go of her and gasped for breath.

The man in a hurry don't open his eyes, seems to be some speechless, carrying a knife quickly down the stairs.

Maybe it was because of the pain. Lin Yan's face was pale, and he snorted from his throat. If he heard it in other people's ears, it was not the same thing.

Song Yuhang didn't know that she was hurt. He just felt that he couldn't let her do anything wrong any more. After a short absence, he held her shoulder and separated them inch by inch.

Each other's breathing is a little messy.

Song Yuhang's cold belt buckle brought a shiver of soul to his waist.

Summer | clothes light, soft, rubbed soft, and because of her movements revealed the hem.

She stood on tiptoe and sent her whole son up.

So a wrong body of Kung Fu, Lin Yan from false into true.

God knows how much she missed her.

It's good to be close to her again by taking this opportunity.

Strangely enough, it's to avoid danger. After falling into her arms, she felt a great sense of security. Lin Yan put his arms around her neck and closed his eyes slightly for fear that she might see something. In fact, his eyes were filled with tears and his hands and feet were soft.

In particular, two people are too close, toes to toes, belly to belly, breath, lips and teeth.

"Pei Jinhong" every move, a frown and a frown are pulling her most vulnerable nerve.

Lin as like as two peas, she never came back, and never came to anyone close to him. She was facing a face like this. The water and light in her eyes were not alike.

If it's just an electric shock, now it's a raging fire that will burn all the sense in an instant.

Lin Yan has already involuntarily entangled up again, and grasped her clothes behind her back. Her eyes overflowed with a cry full of water. At the same time, she stretched out her tongue a little.

Her hair bristled before danger.The man has come to their back, is throwing a look to explore, song Yuhang of course also noticed.

She suddenly felt a sense of guilt for Lin Yan, and subconsciously raised her hand to get rid of her.

Although it looks like her, it's not her after all.

After a short, electric shock like feeling, song Yuhang finally saw who the face in front of him was.

Lin Yan's heart beat like a drum. He held song Yuhang's neck and kept this posture. He didn't dare to breathe.

The man slowly put down the knife in his hand and walked towards them step by step.

The deafening background music of the song and dance hall came out, mostly from the inside.

The corridor was dark, and the people in her arms could not see her face clearly. They held each other tightly, and they could not part from each other.

Song Yuhang was wearing a cap with short hair behind his ears. His height was far higher than that of ordinary women. He could not see men and women from his back.

The man who chased her heard the news and rushed down with a knife. He thought it was Lin Yan, but he saw such a sentimental scene.

Between the lightning and flint, song Yuhang's instinctive reaction is to hold her waist and turn around, holding the person against the wall.

Lin Yan holds her face, and song Yuhang's lips are cold. The familiar touch makes her spine numb almost instantly. One of them is unstable, and both of them have the risk of falling.

She stood high, inertia down, the weight of the whole person are pressed on her.

As soon as Lin Yan's pupil shrinks, he grabs song Yuhang's collar and closes his eyes, blocking the rest of her words in his throat.

The knife in my hand reflected the cold light through the iron railings in the corridor.

Before he could blurt out the three words of "go one trip", Lin Yan Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a pair of black shoes walking down the stairs. It was the person who had just chased her.

Song Yuhang is going to touch the handcuffs from the back of his waist: "come on, if you don't do anything bad at ordinary times, how can you be afraid of the police coming to me..."

However, there's not much nonsense with the peddler. This woman is also involved in a homicide case. She's a dangerous person.

Song Yuhang touched his face. Usually, only people praise her for her beauty and heroism. It's the first time he heard this adjective. He was a little puzzled.

Vicious?

"Of course, you are too fierce. The police are chasing me. Can I not run?"

Lin Yan drew back and went up another step.

"What are you running for?" Song Yuhang bullied her and looked down at her.

Lin Yan laughed twice: "secret? I'm a serious person in a small business. How can I have a secret? "

Staying here again will only drag her into danger.

However, this scene is not a time of love. The killer who pursues her is still on the road and has not completely got rid of the pursuit.

If she doesn't run, her eyes, her voice, her whole person, and her heart will inevitably be shaken.

Running, she is fashionable in her heyday, and can only draw with her, not to mention now that her weak body is injured again. If she could fight, she would have started with that man for a long time.

Lin Yan had already gone downstairs and was forced back by her step by step.

"What's the secret?"

She stared at her face which was very similar to Lin Yan, and the smile on her lips was dangerous and meaningful.

"Or do you know that you have done something bad and dare not face the police, or..."

"Miss Pei, why do you run as soon as you see me? Where are you going?"

Song Yuhang pressed on step by step.

Lin Yan raised his feet and went down. He came out of the darkness and covered up the only light in the corridor.

After a few deep breaths, the rusty smell in his throat gradually dissipated.

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes slightly for a while. She kept swallowing. Her chest was up and down, and her face was pale.

Lin Yan pushed aside the crowd, slipped to the back door, pushed open the heavy fire door, and went to the fire passage.

The music in the dance hall was deafening, and the lights were dim, but no one noticed that she was hurt and embarrassed.

She turned her head, raised her feet and went downstairs. She also touched it.

Song Yuhang had already gone up to the fourth floor. He glanced downstairs and saw her enter a song and dance hall.

Lin Yan covered his shoulder and ran forward, breathing as heavily as pulling the bellows.

Sitting on the bed, a man and a woman looked at each other in horror: "what's the matter, what's this?"

He turned and rushed out of the door.

Can't help but scold several times: damn.

The man finally threw away the smelly clothes, took a knife and even booed several times. When he picked up the window, there was only broken glass and a few drops of blood on the ground.

He was busy lifting the smelly clothes on his head. Lin Yan jumped on the table with a lunge, opened the glass window with his shoulder, and rolled into the corridor.

The man is a Zheng, Lin Yan copies the clothes that fall on the ground and smashes them all over his face.Lin Yan kicked him in the knee. He didn't have much strength and didn't kick the man over.

The man came in with a knife.

The masseuse screamed.

"Who?" Hearing the news, a man and a woman who were massaging finally recovered, and saw a woman with hair on her head rolling into the veil.

She hid on her side, bumped over the coffee table in embarrassment, cut the knife on the wooden door and scratched the newspaper.

Lin Yan stepped back and watched as he raised his knife.

The man is wearing a mask. She doesn't know him.

Lin Yan felt numb for a while. He stumbled forward, pushed open the wooden door covered with old newspapers and bumped into the man's chest.

A woman's barbell smile came out.

"Oh, my Lord, do I press it for you, or do you press it for me?"

"Ouch, it's there."

"Yo, sweetheart, just press it."

It's better to say it's a small family workshop than a storefront. The small rooms are separated by poor quality pink gauze curtains. From the bamboo mats, men and women murmur vaguely.

As Lin Yan walked along, he pushed aside the crowd and kept looking behind him. Although the tube shaped building was small, it had a unique hole. All the shops were connected together. After passing the mahjong hall, a foot massage shop opened the door.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw a black dress darting into the crowd, and the man with the knife quietly followed.

"Come on, go on, bet, bet! Whoever loses wins, you're sure to leave! "

After a long silence, the sound of playing mahjong came out again.

The man who followed her came in and looked at each other, looking at the knife in his hand.

Lin Yan pinched his nose and went through the crowd. It was a pity that this man gave her a moment to breathe.

There are a lot of people in the mahjong hall, including men, women, the old and the young.

……

"It's the same color, it's the same color, it's the same color!"

"Out, out, touch."

"Hurry up, it's your turn. Can you get out?"

"Oh, where's the woman to throw her arms at you?"

She gritted her teeth, endured the bloody smell in her throat, ran up to the third floor, raised the curtain of a mahjong hall, and stumbled into it.

Lin Yan glanced at the person downstairs. Most of them stopped her in front of her, but the pursuers behind her were still chasing her.

Song Yuhang's teeth itched with hatred. He watched her running upstairs, and he was also running downstairs. Seeing that the corridor of the building in front of him was interlinked with the building, he climbed up and planned to stop her from the front.

It's neat.

Song Yuhang grits his teeth and goes downstairs. He takes a look up. Lin Yan pushes aside the toy car of the child who is blocking the road. The child is crying. She runs straight from the washbasin and takes the road.

This is a common tube shaped building in a village in the city. It connects the East and the west, and connects the north and the south. There are all kinds of mahjong restaurants, restaurants, song and dance halls, massage shops and relocated households hidden in the building.

After chasing Lin Yan, the man heard the movement and watched a black shadow dart in from the building in front of him. He rubbed the ground and popped up the spring. The knife also went in.

"Don't run, stop!"

As soon as song Yuhang's face changed, he began to catch up.

As soon as her voice fell, she turned around, greased her feet and ran faster than a rabbit.

"Oh, who are you?"

Lin Yan gritted his teeth and took a few steps back.

There are wolves before and tigers after.

After the footsteps approaching, song Yuhang in front of the road, covetous, not good face.

Lin Yan turned his eyes and nearly fainted.

Mom, it's such a hard nut to crack.

"Oh, Miss Pei, I see you again."

She stared at her face as if to look into her soul.

Song Yuhang threw his cigarette and stood up from the street lamp. Without an umbrella, the drizzle fell on her eyes.

Lin Yan Mou in a joy, quickly ran past, and then face a stiff, Leng in situ.

Seeing that person's step sound gradually far away, she was about to rush out of the alley. There were several taxis parked opposite the alley, and then she got on and escaped.

She raised her hand and threw her raincoat into the garbage can. She stepped on the water and started to run quickly.

Lin Yan raised a sneer from the corner of his lips. He flashed into the fork road and stuck to the wall. He looked at the man from left to right, as if he was hesitating, and then came in this direction.

When she slowed down, the man was not far away from her, and seemed to be followed.

Lin Yan quickened his pace, and so did the man.

The man behind was in a hurry and followed up the Hutong.

Lin Yan glanced and turned quietly into the alley.

Along the long street, she chose a different way to go back. The lane was deep, and the water on the road printed the figure behind her.

Before the end of Hua Mulan, the actors on the stage are singing hard. Lin Yan has walked out of the teahouse and put on his raincoat and hood.* *

Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone, opened the map, locked several places and left quickly.

No matter taking a bus or taking a taxi, there is a risk of being caught by the surveillance camera. Only when walking can it be submerged in the vast crowd and not so conspicuous.

There is no one at home, and you don't drive when you go out, which means that what you do is very mysterious, you don't want others to know, and the place is not very far away.

Song Yuhang looked at the car, not too high-profile, but not very much, in line with her identity and status.

It should be Pei Jinhong's parking space.

Half of the "8" is blocked by the rear wheel of a white car.

Finally, in a corner of the ground, I saw the white paint scratched badly, with a few Arabic numerals: 180.

Song Yuhang went down to the parking lot on the first floor, but it was still monitored. She looked for the parking space of Building 5 according to the floor sign.

The cleaner who couldn't be found all over the place went back to the elevator. When he saw that the cleaning tools were put there intact, he immediately rubbed his eyes and said, "it's strange. What the hell?"

After a long delay, song Yuhang pushed the cart back to the elevator entrance, went in and pressed the negative floor.

She looked at her watch and didn't know who was scolding her and sneezing.

Song Yuhang stepped back, looked at the electronic lock, with its own alarm, estimated that her front foot just pry, back foot property with security came up.

It's raining today. It's hard to avoid leaving traces on the bright floor at the door, indicating that someone is living. But after knocking for such a long time, there is no response. Maybe it's not at home.

"Hey, which son of a bitch steals a broom?"

After going to the bathroom, the cleaner came out and saw that the sweeping tools were gone. He was so angry that he scolded.

Song Yuhang quietly pressed the doorbell: "Miss, miss, are you there?"

Electronic eye, the red light of the micro camera on the door is flashing. Fortunately, it's camouflaged.

After thinking about it, she went to push it up, went straight to the 1808 door and knocked on it.

When he got into the elevator, song Yuhang put on his cap and mask. When he arrived at the 18th floor, there were cleaning tools and trolleys in the corridor. There was no one around.

Song Yuhang nodded and said, "that's nature, that's nature."

"Well, don't say I said it."

The security guard poked his head out of the guard box and took the lighter from her hand.

"I told you that you are a woman. We don't allow men and women to enter the house."

She is still not arrogant and impetuous, smiling: "thank you, master."

"Oh, yes. I live in 1808, unit 1, building 5."

Song Yuhang eyes in a bright: "yes, you have seen?"

The security guard was very helpful: "the one who moved in a few days ago?"

She said, offered a lighter to light his cigarette.

Song Yuhang said with a smile, "Oh, don't worry. This woman owes my brother a lot of money. If you want the money back, you can't do without your hard work."

The security guard stopped smoking, but still looked at her with some vigilance.

"Find someone, Pei Jinhong, to live here?"

Song Yuhang blinked his innocent eyes and handed over a packet of Chinese cigarettes.

"Why, who and what?"

As soon as he entered, he was stopped by the security guard at the door.

Along the address given by Zheng Chengrui, song Yuhang finds two places one after another, but there is no one. This is the third one.

* *

"call me if you have something, see you next time."

Song Yuhang did not want to say more, patted him on the shoulder and left.

"Why, isn't it safe in the city?"

Duan Cheng nodded, but he was still puzzled.

Song Yuhang remembered that every time he performed a task before, Lao Zheng was out of breath. He was a little funny.

"During my absence, you three had better act together. Fang Xin is a girl and a civil servant. You should take more care of him, so is Lao Zheng."

When he got out of the box door, song Yuhang didn't let him go on, but turned and looked into his eyes.

"Team song, I'll see you off."

He picked up his coat and got up.

She took a look at Duancheng.

"Thank you. I'll pay for it today."

She can only go so far implicitly.

How can song Yuhang have the heart to tell them that there are invisible insiders staring at their every move among their trusted colleagues in the Municipal Bureau, so her demotion is not necessarily a bad thing.

Fang Xin comforted her: "this case will come to light with the concerted efforts of the market."

Song Yuhang's smile disappeared completely.

"If the strength is not enough, the forensic or doctor who is proficient in human anatomy and organ location can also be fatal."

"Yes, great progress. Anyway, it's all speculation. It's OK to say so boldly."Song Yuhang had a smile on his lips and encouraged him with his eyes.

"But..." He stammered, as if afraid to say.

"The fatal wound of the dead Wang Qiang was a stab wound to the heart, a stab to the death, or from the back of the heart, which shows that the assailant is a very powerful man, most likely a tall and ruthless man."

Duan Cheng also put down his chopsticks and said, "today I was carrying a machine. Although I'm not good at it, I can tell whether a person was burned before he died or burned after he died."

"Thank you."

Song Yuhang held this thin piece of paper, slightly grateful.

Zheng Chengrui said, or the information collected from the intranet from the bag turned out to her.

"Team song, a special case team has been set up in the Municipal Bureau. We are not allowed to continue to follow."

The air-conditioning in the shop is on enough, and the bottom of the red oil pot is boiling hot, but several people have no appetite.

It's a hot pot restaurant where we usually have dinner together.

* *

"moreover, the buyer has been found."

Lin Yan dipped his fingers in tea and wrote "two hundred million" on the table.

"Well, I have important information to tell you that there is a lot of goods worth..."

She calmed down and drank the last cup of tea today, which made her face blush.

When Lin Yan saw her, he was angry, anxious, happy and sad. There was also some girl's joy of spring.

Originally thought, she feign death behind the scenes can also stop for a while, song Yuhang will be safer, who knows she came out to jump into the fire.

"It's a test, too."

Feng Jianguo was clear and pressed down the teasing smile on his lips.

Damn, I almost lost my face.

Lin Yan molars: "now is the time to see you?"

The old man is a gossip.

"You don't want to see me?"

The expression on Lin Yan's face is hard to say, and peanuts are no longer fragrant.

"It's not me. The order from the command center came to me and immediately called them back."

"Cough..." The tea drinker on the other side was choked and waved his hand.

"Did you arrange song Yuhang to take people to Huange nightclub?"

Lin Yan suddenly thought of something, staring at his hand holding the pot did not move, the tone was a little cold.

Feng Jianguo poured tea for himself with a smile on his lips.

"Don't bother, your people can't get anything out of me."

Lin Yan picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

"I'll press down, if I find it on your head..."

The body dug out from the construction site is on the news. It's a homicide case within the jurisdiction of the Municipal Bureau.

Feng Jianguo nodded faintly: "I know."

"Don't gossip. It's not easy to come out. Wang Qiang is dead. I haven't seen Ding Ye."

Lin Yan pulled the corner of his lip, shook his head and laughed scornfully. He took the cup of good tea and gulped it down without a taste.

"Hard work."

He poured her a good cup of tea and pushed it over.

Feng Jianguo has no choice but to shake his head. He drinks all the water in the warm cup. It's really vulgar. He can't see the airs of the rich and the young ladies. But it's all right. It's just because Lin Yan has the experience of coming from the bottom of the class, and he's so malleable that he's the best person to go undercover.

"One more, one more, thirsty."

Without saying a word, the woman snatched his warm cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. She was good at wiping off the water stains on her lips.

"Here we are." The old man said hello.

The woman pushed the door in and took off the hood of her raincoat, revealing her beautiful face.

The Bangzi began to sing, and it was on the verge of excitement.

Separated by a carved wooden window, Dao Ma Dan, who has a clear voice downstairs, is singing: "many heroines, who have also made contributions to the country and killed the enemy, are heroes from generation to generation. Who are these women inferior to their sons..."

The waiter was stunned and met the old man. Although his temples are white, his eyes are full of dignity. The young man's heart jumped, bowed and stepped back. He did not forget to close the box door for him.

"No, thank you. I'll call you again if I need to."

The waiter put down his tea cup and tried to warm it for him, but he was stopped by waving his hand.

"Good Biluochun, sir. Please use it."

There were a lot of people in the teahouse. The waiters were all dressed up in ancient clothes, with a white scarf on their shoulders and a grey apron on their waist. They respectfully put a pot of tea on the nanmu table.

Seven or eight in the evening is a good time for people to relax after dinner.

Old song, he has come back after all

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