Chapter 62: Bumping into Hubert
But for a few minutes, Sheldon's chatter continued, and Song Yiqiao did not hurry to stuff the remaining fries into his mouth, wiped his mouth and asked politely in Chinese: "Excuse me, sir, do you have any questions?" β
Sheldon was stunned for a moment, and said a few incoherent words to her with a frenzied look, and Song Yiqiao couldn't hear what he was saying, still maintaining a smiling expression.
"What?"
Several other people saw that Song Yiqiao was deliberately teasing, and they all had the idea of watching the play, and they stopped talking silently. Sheldon's inability to learn Chinese is a fatal wound, and although he likes to eat Chinese food and has a soft spot for Kung Pao Chicken, it still can't awaken his slow learning genes.
In the eyes of this genius, Klingon had never made him so frustrated.
Sheldon struggled to gesturing with her, trying to get the obscure lady in front of him to leave quickly, almost to the point where Jiang Lang was exhausted. Seeing him so distressed, Song Yiqiao couldn't help laughing, and no longer embarrassed, picked up the dinner plate and sat down to the side.
Several others apologized in embarrassment.
"I knew that no matter how stupid a human being was, I could be convinced, and it was a kind of distress to be too powerful."
Sheldon shook his head, a look of helplessness at these inferior creatures.
Others: "......"
Sure enough, he was the only one who really thought that the beautiful blonde girl couldn't speak English!
"Since I got married, I feel like I'm getting more and more competent as a husband, and look, if there was a beautiful woman standing here before, wouldn't I go and talk to me?" Howard shook his head triumphantly.
Leonard glanced at him: "Because you have a hunch that the other party may beat you up as obscene as before, and she doesn't look easy to mess with." β
The divine mending knife stabbed Howard hard (?) The little heart was dumbfounded and speechless for a while.
As for Raj, right and opposite sex. He shrank his head and didn't dare to raise his head until Song Yiqiao walked away, revealing a dreamlike face, and a thick Indian accent made people laugh: "I feel like she's been staring at me." β
"Come on." Sheldon shrugged his shoulders and turned on what he thought was friendly and humorous, but in fact it was extremely hurtful, "Are your eyes getting worse and worse?" If she'd take a fancy to one of us, Howard would be the first to be killed. Kill it, and the next thing is you. β
"Why?" The two asked in unison.
"Jews, Indians, I've made it clear enough."
He said solemnly, "Oh, yes, Leonard can't be exact. His genes are not perfect, and most importantly, he can only last three minutes for a long time, which has to be mentioned as a disadvantage in making a good next generation. β
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Several people who were deeply hurt said that they must secretly take all of Sheldon's small coffers when they go back! All! (β―β΅β‘β²)β―οΈ΅β»ββ»
(Come on!) Hurt each other! οΌ
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On the other side, Song Yiqiao came to a hotel, because she had booked a single room in advance, she dragged her luggage, and after registering at the front desk, she slowly went to the elevator door and pressed it.
15th and 14th floors......
As soon as the elevator door opened, Song Yiqiao was about to go in, she looked up and saw the person who came out, her pupils contracted violently, and she almost missed the filling. Fortunately, he reacted in time, and hurriedly lowered his head and pretended not to know and stood aside.
Two people came out of the elevator, one was about forty or fifty years old, wearing glasses, and looked polite, but his expression was inadvertently a little dignified. The other is Song Yiqiao's "acquaintance" -
Hubert.
He was wearing a black slim suit, his figure was more and more straight, and a pair of beautiful black eyes glanced at Song Yiqiao casually, and then withdrew his gaze. Compared to the solemn look of the man next to him, he looked very relaxed, and the smile on his lips was gentle and reserved.
In just a few seconds, Song Yiqiao broke out in a cold sweat on her back, and she didn't enter the elevator immediately after the two passed.
With Hubert's keen sense, he must have been suspicious of her reaction just now, if the other party doesn't care, forget it, if he really wants to check something, Song Yiqiao has to be extremely careful these days. Unfortunately, to avoid being too obvious, she couldn't change to a new hotel in a short period of time.
β¦β¦ But maybe it's a good thing for her.
Now that they're all together, isn't it okay for everyone to settle the old accounts clearly?
Song Yiqiao lowered his eyelids, his cold gaze flashed away, and he returned to nature. The man who walked with Hubert just now, if she was not mistaken, was called Walter White, and he was a genius at making drugs. As for why Hubert would be associated with him, Song Yiqiao didn't even have to think about it.
Hubert must have been involved in a lot of the drug business.
On the surface, the godfather of the mafia, who seems to be gentle and polite, has actually committed how much smuggling and drug trafficking he has actually done.
"Dingβ"
The elevator door opened, and she went in as usual, the wheels of her suitcase rubbing against the cold tiles, and the rattle continued for a long time.
"Our lives are a red tide. If you don't resist and let them know that you still have the wild nature of an orangutan deep down, you will be swept away by the tide."
Therefore, what she wants to pay tribute to is a disaster, a completely opposite color to the soul.
The sound of grinding against the ground continued, and a slender and delicate figure gradually faded away in the long corridor, seemingly calm and harmless, but in fact it was secretly murderous, and the people around it could be killed instantly at any time.
On the other side, Hubert had just watched Walter get into the car and leave, and the smile on his lips became a little cold.
He didn't look back, put on white gloves, and his slow voice was low to slightly hoarse: "Go check the identity of the woman just now." β
"Yes!"
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Song Yiqiao went back to the room to wash up and change into a bathrobe. She uses her phone to open a secret email with Jack's recent whereabouts and frequented locations. Sherlock's tracking and anti-tracking abilities are too strong, everyone seems to have nothing to speak of in front of him, Jack is so perfectly hidden, even a bunch of police officers are fooled over, Sherlock can still check where he arrived anytime and anywhere.
She memorized the coordinates on the email one by one and had a general idea.
At this moment, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rang.
Song Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the name flashing on the screen, and answered after a few seconds: "Sherlock? β
"Don't open the windows too wide."
Sherlock somehow switched the screen to a building's surveillance footage, and Song Yiqiao's room happened to be within the camera's range. From here, a bed could be seen faintly peeking out of the half-open window, on which lay a hot woman with slender legs, swinging in and out of place. When she heard Sherlock's voice, she sat up jerked up and stared out the window in shock.
"You're here?"
"I'm not that bored." Sherlock thought for a moment and added, "If you don't close the windows, the surveillance footage will be able to watch your every move the whole time." β
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Song Yiqiao held the mobile phone in one hand and closed the window with a black face. She didn't even want to ask Sherlock how she did it, in addition to gaining a bunch of incomprehensible knowledge, she also had to accept the ridicule of the great detective, so she was not so stupid.
Thinking of this, Song Yiqiao was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to sue him or not.
"What do you want to say?" Sherlock, who was through the microphone, instantly caught that something was wrong with her, and his tone became unkind, "Miss Luneng, you can choose to hide it, but I will say that trying to solve things on your own is not a good idea, and heroes also need to be in groups." β
"Superheroes don't do it alone...... she muttered to herself.
"Then you might still have time to join the Reckless Alliance." Sherlock's sarcasm is even more ironic.
"Okay, okay."
Song Yiqiao sighed, and his expression became stern. She sat on the bed, covered her mouth with one hand, and said in a low voice, "I saw Hubert, and he got out of the elevator with another man, and it startled me." If I'm not mistaken, the man he spoke to was probably in the drug business. β
"You know another person."
Sherlock's tone was inaudible.
ββ¦β¦ Yes, special channels, you understand. β
She told Sherlock about the system, but the biggest point was never mentioned - that is, many people, including Sherlock, were characters in movies and television.
Anyone who knows that he was once just a virtual existence in the eyes of others will not be too good, with Sherlock's character, this bad situation of being controlled and omniscience will definitely make him unbearable, as for doing something, Song Yiqiao does not dare to bear the consequences.
She sued Sherlock and knew that some people's situations were systematically informed.
"His name is Walter White, and he used to be a chemistry teacher, and now he is in the drug business, and he is involved in many big drug lords, and I think Hubert must have been involved in some of them."
"How was your watch at the time?"
Song Yiqiao frowned: "It should have been noticed." The question of identity will not be revealed. β
"No, it won't. As I said, there are a couple of fixed routes that can be taken, but not too often. β
"Okay."
"As for the mafia," Sherlock's tone became a little cold, "collapse is only a matter of moments, and it is ten thousand times easier than it is to build." β