Eighth child, tell your brother honestly, has the dish been poisoned? A big man with a beard asked aloud.

Fang Buwei almost laughed out loud.

If the dish is really poisoned, can you still be so angry?

But in the next second, Fang Buwei couldn't laugh.

Like a hornet's nest that has been stabbed, one of them is counted as one, and they all stand up, looking like they will not stop until they smash the hotel.

What he fears most is to cause a riot and an accident.

"Uncle!" Fang Buwei hurriedly reminded.

"Don't get bored!" The old gentleman knocked on the soup bowl with a soup spoon, "It's just a change of dishes, what's the fuss?" It's all leftovers from cold soup, how can you eat it? ”

When everyone looked up, they found that a few disciples had walked out of the back hall with trays on them, and there were several cold dishes on them.

"Then you don't need to go up in person?" The big man grunted.

"Sit down and eat yours......" Chen Fengshi glared at the big man and whispered, "Lao Tzu is looking for clues, can't you see it?" ”

The big man sat down stupidly.

"This is the branch hall master of Honolulu, Wu Chengjian!" Situ Meitang said in a low voice.

Fang Buwei has an image, and when raising donations, Wu Chengjian donated 6,000 US dollars, which is not a lot.

For more than 20 tables of dishes, Chen Qiushi withdrew for an hour.

Nothing was found.

Fang Buwei pondered for a few seconds, and then said: "Take someone to continue searching, under the table, around the corner...... The more you don't usually pay attention to the place, the more carefully you should ......"

"Where's the toilet?" Chen Fengshi asked again.

"Search again!" Fang is not a return.

Although the guests in the hall were no longer noisy, they didn't have the heart to drink, they all stared at the main table, as well as Chen Fengshi, who was running back and forth.

"This Qi Wuxiang looks quite powerful?" Chen Yuting seemed to be very interested, "You look at the sword protection master, as well as the previous seal protection master, every time you come to report, it seems that he is the first to find ......"

"He is the deputy of the master of the military hall, and if there is an incident in the door, he must be looking for him or Gao Zhensheng......" He Shili replied as a matter of course.

Chen Yuting just blinked his eyes and didn't speak again.

Since he is just a deputy, why is it Gao Zhensheng who is guarding outside the hotel, not him?

After more than ten minutes, Chen Fengshi ran back again.

"Lao Jiu, you see?" Chen Fengshi put something on the table.

Camera, or Zeiss?

Fang Buwei picked it up and looked at it.

The time Li Mingxiang wanted to take a picture of herself, it seemed that this was the one she used.

It is more than 20 centimeters long and only 10 centimeters wide, and it can barely fit in a pocket.

This is the smallest camera of its generation.

"Where did you find it?" Fang Buwei asked, shaking the water in his hand.

"The ...... out of the toilet," Chen replied.

Fang Buwei paused, scooped up the towel on the table, and wiped the water on his hands.

It's not that he didn't find clues from the sewers in his previous life, he was used to it.

Several uncles were sick to their stomachs for a while.

Why did this thief throw everything into it as if he was carrying it on a dung pit?

"Fished three times...... Uh......"

Chen Fengshi's eyes burst out, and he almost vomited, but he endured his nausea and said, "I didn't find the film!" ”

"It shouldn't be in the toilet, go to the hall and look for it again......," Fang Buwei replied.

Chen Fengshi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Buwei looked at the camera, and then at the female bodyguard who was Chen Yuting.

This woman has not gotten up since she was served, and if she stole the red book and took the photo, then who threw it into the toilet?

When Zhang Yonghe was carried out, except for Fang Buwei, no one would have thought that the next search would be so strict, and the person who took the photo would not have thought that anyone would guess that their purpose was the Red Book, and they could even deduce that they had taken pictures with a camera.

Under this premise, there is no need for the person taking the photograph to destroy the evidence in advance.

This camera is not cheap, and you can exchange it for a big Buick in New York.

It seems that the person who did it has been forced into a corner by himself.

I'm afraid the film will be found soon.

Fang Buwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't look at his determined appearance from beginning to end, in fact, his heart is also empty.

If you can't find the film, today's people will lose a lot of money.

I can't pretend to be forced, but I become a fool......

This time it was faster, and within a few minutes, Chen Fengshi ran back again, holding a cylindrical iron box in his hand, about the thickness of a wine glass, at most two inches long.

"Old Nine, Eight Achievements is this thing!" Chen Fengshi said.

"Have you opened it?" Fang Buwei asked.

"Brother, I've never eaten pork, I've always seen pigs run!" Chen Fengshi said with a smile.

It's a bit of common sense.

Fang Buwei took the iron box, lifted the suit, covered his head, and opened the lid of the iron box.

Inside is a cylindrical thing, and there are two layers of oiled paper wrapped around it.

He tore open the oiled paper and saw the roll of film.

Just in case, Fang Buwei didn't dare to open the film.

But just looking at the thickness, at most forty or fifty frames of the picture, I can just finish shooting the red book.

The time before and after is less than ten minutes, and the number of people who take pictures is only enough to take one shot at most, and it is impossible to have a backup.

Fang Buwei wrapped the oiled paper, covered the lid again, and put the iron box in front of Situ Meitang.

"It's film!"

Situ Meitang nodded, beckoned and shouted to Heng Hou next to him: "Go wash ...... now"

If you don't see the contents inside, no one dares to guarantee whether the film is empty or not, and whether the thief has adjusted the bag.

"Where did you find it?" Huang Sande asked.

"In the ash bucket next to the fireplace!" Chen Fengshi replied.

didn't throw it directly into the fireplace, which means that the thief is still holding a fluke mentality.

In case the disciples of An Liangtang don't find out, maybe they will be able to retrieve the film after the situation calms down.

By this time, these uncles at the main table no longer had any doubts about Fang Wei's inference.

He said that the red book was in the toilet, and indeed it was found in the toilet.

He said that the red book was photographed, and in the end, the film was actually found.

He said that the film would run out with long legs, and sure enough, it ran out.

The eyes of a group of masters all fell on Fang Buwei's face, and Fang Buwei showed a humble smile at the right time.

Maybe one day he will ask for the heads of these masters, and he can't leave an image of arrogance.

"Lao Jiu, come and sit!" Huang Sande pointed to the chair He Shili had sat on.

The meaning of the words is self-evident.

Just by relying on Fang Bu's performance tonight, he had to let these mountain masters pay more attention to him.

"Thank you, Third Master!" Fang Buwei hugged his fists, "It's better to stand and see it more clearly." ”

The spy has not been found yet, and no one dares to guarantee that after the forced dog jumps off the wall, he will make a move to burn the jade?

"Okay, whatever you want!" Huang Sande laughed.

As soon as Huang Sande's words fell, there was another commotion in the direction of the door, Fang Buwei turned his head violently, and saw Zhang Yonghe being supported by two disciples and entered the hall.