You Chinese just like to stick to the family family and focus on the small family. This huge country is just a plate of scattered sand.

Zhu Muya's voice echoed in Lin Hai's ears, which made him feel inexplicably unhappy. He hadn't seen Takekiya for two days, but his words still lingered in his mind.

At this moment, the phone in the office rang, and almost before the first bell fell, he dragged the phone over. A voice familiar to him came from the microphone.

Lin Hai, let's take a trip to Ciroth.

The phone has been hung up by the other party, but Lin Hai has not reacted yet. Instead, the geist came up to him from his seat like a ghost and asked him what had happened. Lin Hai put the microphone back in its place, and he said that Takekiya asked him to go to Cirous.

Victor Sassoon, the owner of the famous dance hall Ciroth, is a cripple, and his reasons for creating Ciros are also staggering. He used to dance at Paramount and was given a cold reception by the dancers because he was lame. To this end, he single-handedly built a dance hall of the same scale as Paramount, and he was bound to compete.

The location of Ciros is in Haijing'an Temple, No. 444 West Nanjing Road.

When Lin Hai and the others arrived there, he saw that Takekiya's direct gendarmerie had taken control of the situation, and Takemuya was sitting cross-legged on a chair in the ballroom smoking a cigar. He casually said to the dusty Lin Hai and them, you are late.

Then he got up and stood in front of Lin Hai and patted Lin Hai on the shoulder. This reminded Lin Hai that Lin Zhou also made this action when he left home to serve as a soldier many years ago. He frowned and asked him in a deep voice what had happened.

Takeki Ya smiled, he didn't speak, and Shiro Kawamura, who was standing behind him, immediately spoke at his signal. He said they had received information that there were Republicans in the ballroom. The code name for this ** is Dagger.

So you're just surrounding this place with such fanfare, aren't you afraid of startling the snakes?

Lin Hai stared at Zhu Muya, obviously, he did not approve of his such a move. Lin Hai knew that the owner of the Ciroes Dance Hall was the richest man in Shanghai, and he smashed his field like this, but it was more serious than killing him Lin Hai in front of Tang Yin.

But Zhu Muya was still smiling, and his heart didn't seem to make any waves because of Lin Hai's words, he walked sideways over Lin Hai to the door of the dance hall, turned his back to Lin Hai and said, I will leave it to you to deal with next.

After speaking, Takekiya left the dance hall with half of the people.

The spirit was the first to notice Takekiya's suspicions today, and she said that Takekiya's drunkard's intention was not to drink. Lin Hai didn't answer, he clearly understood that this time it was the opportunity given to him by Zhumuya, to give him the opportunity to express sincerity, loyalty and value. For this, he even made a bloody investment.

Lin Hai asked Tang Wenjie and the ghost to investigate together, and in the end, there were a total of six suspects deduced by them. At Lin Hai's suggestion, they brought all these people to "No. 76".

Lin Hai is not a person who will kill innocents indiscriminately. But this affirmative sentence will only be true "affirmative" when his life is guaranteed. He looked at the men, investigated their identities, and eventually zeroed in on a salt merchant and a merchant who had just moved to Shanghai.

He said that these two were disposed of and that he would give Zhu Muya an explanation.

And this time, Tang Wenjie was no longer as resentful as he was at the beginning, he just didn't want to do it himself, so these tasks were handed over to Zhu Muya's subordinates, and after a thick flower bloomed on the heads of those people, those people withdrew from "No. 76" and no longer obeyed Lin Hai's command.

That night, when Lin Hai stepped on the snow and walked out of "No. 76" to help the wandering soul buy sugar and fried chestnuts, Tang Wenjie stopped him at the intersection.

He spoke solemnly.

You're not serious.

Lin Hai laughed, and he said You don't understand anything.

Tang Wenjie was very dissatisfied with Lin Hai's vice of directly denying others, but he really couldn't find the words to refute it for a while. So he watched Lin Hai slowly walk across the intersection, bought a paper bag of hot sugar-fried chestnuts, and then walked up to him and invited him to eat chestnuts with them.

Lin Hai said that the wandering spirit was squeezing the wounded, and he was forced to become the captain after resting in the hospital for less than half a month, and now he has to buy sugar and fried chestnuts for his subordinates, and he has to pay out of his own pocket.

Tang Wenjie listened to Lin Hai's jokes, and complained more and more in his heart that he was not in shape. They walked slowly, Lin Hai made jokes, and Tang Wenjie responded with a match.

Lin Hai, who wanted to follow my brother in the fourth team, also submitted an application for transfer, but they were all rejected.

Tang Wenjie suddenly spoke, and it was Lin Hai's silence that answered him. As they reached the doorway of the lighted office, he could see through the window the geist lying on the desk with a tired face, and the soft light crept all over her body, leaving only a shadow.

Don't get them to apply anymore, don't implicate them.

After Lin Hai said this, he slammed open the wooden door, and the spirit stood up from its seat in an instant. He couldn't help but laugh, and the geist looked displeased. She stepped forward and snatched the bag of sugar-fried chestnuts and ate them as if angry.

Tang Wenjie heard Lin Hai's words, but he didn't understand why. He's not a guesser, and Lin Hai always likes to keep him in the dark. He felt that Lin Hai was a little too perfunctory to him.