Dip, point, pick, wipe.

After a few simple strokes, on the blank booklet spread out, there was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and small eyes, and a bookcase [Sifang Pingding Towel] on his head.

Huang Bin took the pen and looked at it carefully, but frowned dissatisfied, turned the pen in his hand, habitually tore off the two forked purple hairs, and spit them on the ground with a bang - to be precise, it was spit on the head of Qiu Yu, who was holding four hooves.

This prostitute has been with Duan Qing for more than two years, and they have a lot of friendship with each other, but it's just a little friendship.

It's okay to cover it up casually, but how can you withstand the coercion and torture of Huang and Hong?

After three or five strokes, he began to confess.

According to her words, she didn't know why Duan Qing resigned from her errand here, but she was sure that she would never offend some great big man as rumored.

This can be deduced from Duan Qing's complacent mouth when he secretly came to Qiu Yu Wencun more than ten days ago.

That day, the two of them had been messing together since noon until the evening, and Duan Qing also threw down a piece of broken silver for the first time, but Qiu Yu scolded him.

The two were arguing in the house, and someone outside called Duan Qing's name and surname, Duan Qing dressed neatly in a panic, pushed the door outside, but there was no trace of the person.

At that time, Duan Qing instructed Qiu Yu to stay in the house and prepare to leave through the back door alone.

However, Qiu Yu insisted on sending him out, and it was because of this that he saw the middle-aged man wearing a square scarf in the back alley.

At that time, Duan Qing seemed to be very afraid of that man, but according to Qiu Yu's understanding of him, he probably just forbears because of benefits, and he may not have much fear of the other party inside.

On the contrary, someone in the car scolded him, Duan Qing didn't even dare to say more nonsense, and hurriedly jumped into the car to be a driver.

According to Qiu Yu's confession and speculation of the time period, it is not difficult to conclude that the man with the square scarf is one of the accomplices who poisoned Lu Qizhi and strangled Wang Erhu.

And most of the people in the car are the main owners.

This discovery made Huang Bin more and more annoyed, if it wasn't for a mistake this morning, who hacked that Duan Qing to death, at least he could know the appearance of the real murderer behind the scenes.

Now he can only settle for the next best thing, first verifying the appearance and identity of this accomplice.

But......

This middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, small eyes, and a rectangular face, there are not 100,000 but 80,000 in the capital.

Even if you remove those poor people who can't afford to wear silk and satin, I'm afraid there are still thousands of them.

Therefore, after Huang Bin drew the figure according to her description, he thought about asking again to see if the accomplice had any other physical characteristics.

Who knew that he was just about to speak, when he heard a knock on the door outside.

"Uncle, two uncles?"

Listen to the voice of the old bustard.

And in addition to her, there are two figures standing outside, looking at the tall and burly figure, I am afraid that it is not a turtle or a prostitute, but this full court's caretaker.

Huang Bin hurriedly glanced at Hong Jiu, then frowned and looked at Qiu Yu on the ground, and quietly took out the ingot of silver from his sleeve.

At present, if the bustard sees this scene, he will either show his identity, or he is afraid that he will only be able to stage an all-martial arts.

No matter which one you choose, it will inevitably make things bigger, which is not what Huang Bin wants to see.

For today's plan, the only way to do this is to use silver to plug this Qiuyu's mouth first, and then ......

"It doesn't matter."

Who knew that Hong Jiu waved his hand at Huang Bin, signaling him to be calm for a while, and then he stepped forward and lowered the latch and opened the door left and right.

"Uncle, the slave family will send you some snacks."

As soon as the door opened, I saw the fat bustard smiling all over his face, holding a plate of mille-feuille cake and coming in, first put the snack on the table, and then looked down at the autumn jade.

It's strange to say, in front of her, Qiu Yu didn't mean to call for help, she just barely raised her neck and called 'Mom'.

"Giggle......

Hearing this mother, the old bustard suddenly laughed and trembled again, covered half of his mouth with a handkerchief and said: "Good daughter, you have to serve well, if there is anything inconsiderate, mother can't spare you." ”

"Alright."

Hong Jiu waved his impatient hand: "This doesn't move the flesh and doesn't hurt the muscles and bones, when do you want to see it?" ”

"This master is a knowledgeable person at first glance!"

The old bustard picked the thumb brother with a smile, and then he was embarrassed: "But in the end, I can't play the piano or dance for a day or two......"

"I know that the master is knowledgeable, and he dares to come here with me!" Hong Jiu pouted disdainfully: "What kind of goods can you hook up with the nursing home?" I'm afraid that in addition to the '', there will be no other musical instruments, right? ”

As he spoke, he gestured to Huang Bin, and Huang Bin immediately threw the silver into the old bustard's arms.

The old bustard was caught off guard for a while, and his chest, which was lifted purely by his underwear, was smashed alive.

But instead of being annoyed, she put the silver into the ditch with a smile, sued a few 'sins', and walked backwards out of the private room.

Huang Bin stepped forward and lowered the latch again, but looked back a little confused.

It stands to reason that the girl in the building is treated like this, and the bustard should always have some reaction, how can this ......

"Brother Xian thinks this Man Tingfang is famous by what means?"

Hong Jiu smiled and tossed Qiu Yu's slightly mediocre hind buttocks with his toes: "It's not surprising that you can play and sing backyard flowers or something, and there are still some things to look at here - as long as you don't hurt your muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, there are still a lot of instruments available in it." ”

"Uncle spare the slave!"

Qiu Yu heard him mention the equipment inside, and his body couldn't help trembling, and he said continuously: "This kind of expensive errand has never been the turn of the slave and maid, slave ...... The slave is afraid that he will not serve the two uncles well. ”

Huang Bin suddenly realized at this time, no wonder Hong Jiu found a slippery rope easily, at that time I thought it was prepared by Hong Jiu in advance, but now it seems that it was Man Tingfang's standard.

Looking at Qiu Yu's panicked appearance, these are obviously not included in the ordinary 'room service', and there are usually specially trained prostitutes to operate this business.

But for the sake of money, it is naturally not a big deal to let an inferior prostitute make a temporary cameo.

Therefore, after the old bustard entered the door, he only looked down and did not make any radical moves.

Of course, if Hong Jiu didn't know the depth and wantonly tortured Qiu Yu, then the situation would be different.

"Brother Xian."

Hong Jiu saw that Huang Bin was still a little stunned, so he reminded: "Serious matters are important, first ask what should be asked clearly - if you want to give it a try in the future, my brother will accompany you at any time." ”

Bah~

What do you mean by 'brother always accompany'?

It sounds like I'm going to anal him!

Huang Bin was sick to his stomach for a while, but he didn't have time to dwell on these, so he hurriedly held a pen and paper again, and interrogated Na Qiuyu carefully.

Speaking of which, Qiu Yu only took a look at the man, and didn't even take a closer look.

Fortunately, she ushered in the delivery every day, and she could barely be regarded as having some 'knowledge'.

Therefore, under Huang Bin's constant urging, he soon remembered that the person talking in the car did not seem to have a Beijing accent, and it sounded soft and soft, but like a southerner.

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