"Huh!? Miss Bai? ”

"You know me?" Hua Ting stared in surprise at the young man in front of him who seemed to be at least three or four years younger than herself.

His eyes were harmless, and his smile was really honest, "Many of us know you," he said, raising the fruit plate in his hand and said, "The fruit plate will be given tonight, Miss Bai, I will give you double as much, is it still room 302?" ”

"No thanks." Hua Ting glanced at the other end of the crowd, and the inspector had already left the door of the lobby.

"It's okay, I'll send it to you later."

"No, I'm leaving." Hua Ting's footsteps just circled his body and turned back again, "What room 302?" ”

The waiter honestly blinked with a pair of big sparkling eyes and said, "Isn't it room 302?" Mr. Jane has always booked this room. ”

"Mr. Jane?" Oh, he was talking about Jian Yi, and Hua Ting's thinking suddenly jumped to a few months ago, "By the way, on September 18th, was a Japanese official in your teahouse shot?" ”

"yes, yes." Apparently the memory is still fresh.

"Did you see the shooter?" Hua Ting still thinks about the heroes of that day.

The waiter shook his head, "When I came out, the scene was already chaotic, and it was full of people. ”

"You have such a big teahouse, and there is not a single witness?" Flower listens to the next sentence and wants to say, did you all grow up eating shi? But when he saw the natural and pollution-free eyes of the boy opposite, he swallowed the words back.

"No, only gunshots."

"From which direction did the bullets come in?"

The little waiter, who felt guilty when he heard the obvious disappointment in his eyes, tried to recall the situation again, "Shoot through first...... The window on the left, and then hit the Japanese in the head. ”

The window on the left? Then her conjecture was correct, only by standing in the southeast position of the opposite corridor could the bullet accurately penetrate the head of the Japanese.

"You haven't seen any suspicious people?" Hua Ting still does not give up.

The waiter shook his head.

"Forget it, I'll go first, I don't have to send the fruit plate."

"Okay, Miss Bai, go slowly!"

"By the way," Hua Ting's footsteps paused slightly, "when did Mr. Jane leave that day?" ”

"Oh," the answer was smooth, "not long after it happened. Thinking that the fruit bowl in his hand had not been delivered yet, the waiter hurriedly said goodbye to her, "I will leave Miss Bai first, and the guest will be angry." ”

"Oh."

Not long after the incident? She clearly remembered that day, Jane also told her, "You left last night, not long after I left, so I don't know what happened." ”

So it's clear that you're lying?

***

Paramount seems to be forever singing and dancing, no matter whether the artillery fire outside or the peaceful and prosperous times, it seems to have nothing to do with it.

Today's Zhao Yiran wore an extremely complicated and gorgeous red long dress, with her hair in big waves hanging down to the side, her snow-white shoulders and arms exposed, the silk ribbon tied in a small knot on her waist, and the lower head was a layered skirt, like thousands of blood-dyed roses in grand bloom.

I was stunned for a while.

She seems to be shining in a bejeweled atmosphere, and no one is more suitable for this flamboyant and flamboyant outfit than her, she is the darling of the stage and the most gorgeous embellishment in the whole Paramount!

No wonder all the men were fascinated by her, even the women couldn't take their eyes off her.

Hua Ting retracted her gaze and looked around, where the inspector was sitting in the corner seat drinking champagne.

She was about to raise her feet and walk towards him, but when she heard the tune of the audience, the circle of light swept on the stage, and the dim halo rose and fell like a wave, instantly taking you into a psychedelic world.

"Why do you remember Paramount again?"

Hua turned around suddenly.

Chen Shu, dressed in a brown-yellow suede cotton coat, was standing in the colorful lights and smiling at her.

"Hah!" Happy to see him for no reason, "You are Mr. Cai who came to you again?" ”

He nodded, his gaze grabbing in a certain direction.

Cai Bingrong had a bottle of whiskey with two-thirds left on his table, and he drank it very slowly, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that his attention was not on the wine table at all nor on the other women at Paramount, but on the unique Zhao Yiran standing in the center of the stage!

Seeing that the flowers heard this, Cai Bingrong asked the waiter to take a few more plates of dried fruits, and politely filled the empty cup with orange liquid in her hand.

After the old and young men politely touched three glasses, they entered the simple greeting mode.

After the greetings, we got to the point.

"Have you found out who burned the warehouse?" Although Cai Bingrong was smiling on his face, he was always bold in his heart, after all, with Bai Qihong's cooperation, the arms business is indeed booming, if something goes wrong at this critical juncture, with Bai Qihong's personality, he will not only turn his face and not recognize people, but he doesn't even know how to kill you.

Hua Ting subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Chen Shu, who was standing beside Cai Bingrong, he raised his eyebrows lightly, with a lazy smile in the corner of his eyes.

"No, my dad is having a headache." In the afterglow, he unexpectedly noticed an inexplicable gaze on the other side.

"It's been so long, and you haven't found a single clue?" Cai Bingrong withdrew his gaze on Zhao Yiran's face, not noticing that his tone was too serious.

Oh, it turned out to be the eldest of the Jin family that day, and he was leaning on the sofa on the other side, tilting his head to look at her carefully.

"No, the murderer is too cunning." Hana wanted to laugh, but she held back.

As a cheer fell, the music went into dance music mode.

Zhao Yiran on the stage bowed slightly to the audience, his arms drew a graceful arc in the air, his steps moved with the rhythm of the dance music, and his cloud-like hair swept through the rotation, revealing a slender neck and pointed chin, like a noble and elegant white swan.

How could she be so beautiful!?

A thirty-year-old woman can be so beautiful that she has not lived in vain in this life!

"Miss Bai, long time no see."

Zhao Yiran, who had completed the performance, was slowly walking in the direction of Cai Bingrong in the audience with a wine glass.

"Scared!? You're recognizable again. There was a hint of embarrassment in Hua Ting's laughter.

Every time Zhao Yiran walked off the stage, the first glass of wine was to pay tribute to Cai Bingrong.

But at this moment, her gaze has been wandering around Hua Ting, as if she is half lazy and half sharp.

"You don't look like Mr. Bai." She took a sip of red wine and said.

"Mr. Bai?" Hua listened for two seconds and reacted, "Oh, do you know Bai Qihong?" ”

Zhao Yiran smiled.

"It's not like Madame White." Cai Bingrong was in a good mood and rarely made a playful sentence.

Hua Ting has the same opinion on this issue, Mrs. Bai is as gentle as water, and her whole body exudes a quiet and elegant unique to Jiangnan women, while Hua Ting's eyebrows are heroic and her demeanor is casual, and she is not in the same tone as her "mother" at all.

The young man of the Jin family on the sofa on the other side had been looking at the flowers and listening to the old man for a long time, and finally he couldn't hold it back, got up and pretended to pass by her side, raised his neck and asked, "Miss, why do I think you are so familiar?" Have we seen it somewhere? ”

Hua Ting blinked her eyes twice in confusion, and said in a soft tone: "No, the little girl came to Paramount for the first time today." ”

Chen Shu couldn't help but raise his hand to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Really?" The Jin family frowned a little impatiently, but looked at Chen Shu, who had a straight waist beside her, and then at Cai Bingrong, who looked indifferent on the sofa, was silent for a moment, and walked away with interest.

Ha!? I really want to scold a stupid X......

At this time, there was a commotion at the door, looking at the reaction of the crowd, I thought that the person had a great background, otherwise the women in Paramount would not have deliberately put on a dignified posture.

Hua Ting polished his eyes.

In the shadow of the doorway, the figure of a man turned out, he was just wearing a simple dark robe, old-fashioned cotton shoes, and raised his hand to take off a gray felt hat on his head at will.

Bai Qihong!?

Everyone looked at him quietly.

Hana heard the smell of gossip coming from the crowd.

Mrs. Bai was listening to the play in the Juxintang Teahouse, and he actually took the time to come to Paramount?

"Mr. Bai." Someone in the crowd greeted him.

Bai Qihong responded with a smile, but his gaze fell to the direction where Cai Bingrong was, intentionally or unintentionally.

Hua Ting was shocked, and quickly moved behind Chen Shu.

However, Bai Qihong was not looking for her, but set his eyes on Zhao Yiran beside Cai Bingrong.

Zhao Yiran was also looking at him, and there was a hint of clarity in his crooked apricot eyes, but they were quickly replaced by a demonic smile.

Hua Ting only felt that she was trapped in an extremely subtle and strange atmosphere.

Bai Qihong, Cai Bingrong, Zhao Yiran...... She seemed to have figured out something in an instant.