I looked up at Sherlock: "Why, can't Francis have friends?" ”

Sherlock frowned: "If you want to talk about friends, privacy or something, I shouldn't interfere, but the problem is, these people have everything." There are Chinese, there are Japanese, and there are blacks. What were they doing at Francis's house? ”

I said, "I don't know what to do, but as long as they ......."

As I said this, I suddenly paused.

I saw that the bloody Japanese car that had just been snatched from Lao Mo came at a high speed.

Then, stop more than a hundred meters away from us.

Directly in front of Lao Mo.

Lao Mo was angry, walked over, stretched out his fist, and smashed the engine cover of the car: "Is there a royal law, is there a heavenly principle, you, you are in broad daylight, don't ......"

The last word 'day' didn't come out, Lao Mo's mouth was blocked, and then, the three Japanese bad guys, set up Lao Mo, and directly stuffed the car, and then, the car started, and walked away in the direction of Francis's big house.

Sherlock was stunned.

Slightly.

"Don't you have a master? You're all in charge, you don't exist. You guys... You are so bold. ”

As soon as he spoke, Sherlock stretched out his hand, touched the gun, turned his head and was about to get into the police car, and then drove in pursuit.

I reached out and grabbed Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock was puzzled.

I said in a low voice, "If you touch the grass branches, you will scare away the snakes hiding inside." ”

Sherlock suddenly said to me again, "However, they have taken people in my town, and I, as a police officer, cannot ignore them." ”

I muttered: "When a hungry praying mantis catches an innocent little cicada, it doesn't think that there is also a yellow finch, quietly coming behind it." ”

Sherlock nodded, and then he said, "What are we going to do?" ”

I said, "Investigate, by the way, are there any Japanese in this town?" ”

Sherlock slapped his head: "Mr. and Mrs. Yamada." ”

Me: "What for?" ”

When Sherlock heard this, his mouth came out: "Udon, Udon's voice." ”

I said, "Udon! Make noodles. ”

Sherlock: "Yes, it's this udon, udon, noodles, it's a very small bowl, it's not enough, and it's very expensive. ”

Yes, Japanese products, that's all, cold, delicate, noble and ......

I gave Sherlock a look.

The latter understood, followed me, and began to take a shortcut to surround the back of the udon noodle restaurant.

Sherlock was very familiar with this town, and we went all the way, crossing mountains and rivers, climbing over walls and lawns, hiding big dogs, hiding cats, all the way, and finally came to the backyard of the udon noodle restaurant.

This place is very remote, not in the center of the town, and belongs to the corner of the town.

The backyard was fenced with masonry and stone.

I looked around and saw that there was no place to put my feet on. I gave Sherlock a look.

The latter will. Help bend over and let me step on his back.

You're welcome, I didn't take off my shoes, and just stepped on the side.

Be careful to lean against the wall and take a look.

Ouch, it came at the right time.

Lao Mo had his hands tied behind his back, a black cloth on his eyes, and an Oriental knife around his neck, sitting directly on the concrete floor.

The yard is very large, and the old man is twenty meters away from me!

There are a lot of big cherry trees planted in a row next to the wall, big red cherries, which are currently ripe, I picked one, rubbed it with my hands, threw it in my mouth, and looked at it carefully while eating.

In the courtyard, there was a circle of Japanese 'ninjas' in black clothes (I'm blind, not at all, it's a bad guy with a knife.) ）

The little five wolves are impressively listed.

But I didn't see Sasaki.

At this time, the little five wolves are not a humble gentleman, he gritted his teeth, ahh......h After yelling at Lao Mo for a few words, it is estimated that Lao Mo didn't understand, and then, the old brother raised his head and shouted: "What are you doing!" Japanese? This is the fucking America, not your Japanese territory! You, what do you want to do. ”

The little five wolves snorted coldly: "Mr. Mo, I just want to ask you a few questions. One, who got the blood sample in your hand from? ”

Lao Mo: "I won't say it!" You fuck, don't give Lao Tzu a beauty plan, and Lao Tzu won't say anything if he dies. ”

I was lying on the wall and almost didn't laugh.

Old Mo, old Mo, what are you like? Trapped in the enemy army, captured, and actually begged for a beauty, brother obeyed you! You're my brother, a real big brother.

The little five wolves gritted their teeth: "Beauty plan, no!" If you don't say it, Mr. Mo, your head will fall off immediately! ”

Lao Mo: "Ciao, it's not interesting at all." Alright, I said. That, the blood sample was given to me by the kid surnamed Ji, but I can tell you, that kid may be fake. I heard that when he was in Xia Weiyi, he was trapped on the island, and then, there was no food, there was a fake one, he looked like him, and then the fake one killed him and ate him......"

I'm the next Olympics! Lao Mo has you such a vernacular? The original version is not so good, the original version is that I want to be Ji Baida, so I killed Ji Baida, there is no cannibalism. You, why did you add it without permission.

Little Five Wolves: "Hmph, I don't care if he's true or not, I just want to know who he gave you a blood sample and asked you to give it to." ”

Lao Mo: "Aunt Ma! ”

"Eight Tooth Road! Is there such a person? Aunt Mada......"

Lao Mo: "Don't, don't worry, I, I said something wrong, can't I?" Cornelian...... Marilyn, yes, it's called Marilyn! ”

The little five wolves snorted heavily.

"Mr. Mo, you are good, you are quite obedient. However, I feel that you seem to be living a very unhappy life now, are you not being reused, and you want to ask for credit? ”

Lao Mo: "Hey, you Japanese devil, how do you know everything?" ”

Little Five Wolves: "Eight grids!" Devil, is that what you called? ”

Lao Mo: "Wrong, Taijun. ”

Little Five Wolves: "Well, Taijun is pretty much the same. Mr. Mo, your emotions are written on your face, we know that you are very emotional, right? ”

Lao Mo: "Yes, our boss, damn, it's too button-on, don't tell me anything, and don't let me play." I've been to the U.S. for so long, and I've never been to Las Vegas once. ”

Little Five Wolves: "Well, that's good, that's good!" Listen, Mr. Mo, we can give you dollars. Las Vegas, you can go, and ......" The little five wolves lowered their voices: "We still have beauty tricks." ”

Lao Mo's eyes lit up: "Wow, little Japanese girls!" Have you ever made an A-movie? ”

The little five wolves smiled badly: "It's going to be filmed soon, but there is a lack of a leading actor." ”

Lao Mo: "I like it, I want to be a ......"

Little Five Wolves: "Behave well, that man surnamed Fan, what are your moves, plans, report to us as soon as possible, and, that surname Ji, you have to contact him and listen to his voice, especially, do you understand our voice?" ”

Lao Mo: "Hai, Taijun, work clearly!" ”

I bowed lightly and ducked off the wall.

Sherlock was about to say something, and I motioned for him to stop talking, and we went back the way we came.

Walking on the road, I sighed, I want to say, Lao Mo is really a good chess! This man...... Ouch, I'm serving Uncle Huang now, and I'm going to be them. You said that in the vast sea of people, you can find the best of Lao Mo.

Lao Mo is unprincipled, there is no lower limit, the grass on the wall, and the milk is the mother!

This, in the eyes of ordinary people, may be a big shortcoming. But if you can control it well and play well, Lao Mo will be a big killer!

The whole bureau, to this point. More and more, I felt that that what kind of rig was not the real target. Certainly, there is a hidden, I don't know, great interest to follow.

And what? Alien discs? Wormhole space? Solomon's treasure? It's not like ......

It is estimated that only Tanimura and a few veteran old guys, in their stomachs, know this secret. By the way, and Francis, he knows!

Out of the backyard of an udon noodle restaurant.

We went all the way, across the lawn, and through the kennels. Finally, it came to the small sprinkle.

Sherlock and I went into the house and asked for a beer.

Sherlock looked mysterious: "J, what did you hear?" ”

I said, "First of all, this is not a kidnapping, the man who was taken away was with them. ”

Sherlock took a sip of beer: "And then?" ”

I beckoned Sherlock to come closer, and I said, "Among the white men who came into Francis's house, there was a man named Tong Minghai, this man, he had a Chinese name, but I suspect that he is Korean!" ”

Sherlock was taken aback: "Three fat, sent someone to the United States?" ”

I said, "I can't rule it out, a North Korean!" This, tsk, Tong Minghai, I think it is necessary for you to go back to the police station and check your database. ”

Sherlock immediately got up: "OK, J, I'll definitely do it." By the way, how do you know all this? ”

I said, "I'm also curious about Francis's friend, and I hear it occasionally when I'm looking at his door." ”

Sherlock: "J, thank you. ”

I said, "You're welcome! ”

I shook hands with Sherlock, and the latter went straight out, drove back, and went back to the police station in the town to check all the information related to the word 'Tong Minghai'.

I was at a leisurely pace, in a bar, watching TV for a while, chatting with Bill, the owner of the bar, about the history of pornographic films.

I paid and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, the bar door opened.

Fan Jinnan stood at the door.

I was stunned, and at the same time, I saw Lao Mo following behind Lao Fan'er!

Lao Mo, this is just coming out from under the hands of the Japanese, and he is wearing a confident smile, leisurely.

When Lao Fan'er saw me, he guessed, but he didn't expect that I would show up at the bar, and he was stunned.

I was also habitually stunned.

Yes, this scene is more embarrassing, how can you open well?

Rest assured, with Lao Mo here, it will never be cold.

"Hehe, Mr. Fan, it's this kid, do you think he looks like Ji Baida?" Old Mo said with a hippie smile.

Old Fan'er's face was tense, and after a while, his expression was soothing, and he stretched out his hand to me, "What do you call it?" ”

When Lao Fan'er stretched out his hand, I knew that I was going to perform a play with him, a rival play specially for Lao Mo.

But at this time.

Steve, the guy in town who sells Chinese medicine, appeared in front of me with a depressed face.

He's going to come in and drink.

However, when he saw me, he opened his mouth as if he had found a savior, and said, "Oh my God, J, here you are!" I've finally found you! ”