Liu Tienan said: "Now, that Cao Jiao is obviously suppressed by that Tutu Bridge, do we still have to help that Tutu Bridge, but I think that once we really defeat that Cao Jiao, that Tutu Bridge will be more troublesome than Cao Jiao." ”

Wei Taiqiang said: "Actually, I have also thought about this, but we can only deal with that Cao Jiao if we are with that Tu Tuqiao at present, and we want to have other allies." However, except for that Tutu Bridge, no one else had the strength to deal with that Cao Jiao. ”

Liu Tienan said: "Actually, many e-sports masters in Xuanwu have strong strength, they just don't have a good chance, if they come out." We won't have a problem dealing with that Cao Jiao anymore. ”

Wei Taiqiang said: "I absolutely agree with what you say, but the question is how do we find them. ”

Her face also became cloudy. My reasoning was too fast for her to understand. But I still had to ask her, "Are you willing to tell the police that Tutuqiao did this?" I tested her. She was shocked, "Of course, I mean if I don't let the nude photos get out." To comfort her, I added.

She giggled. Her laughter made me feel sick again. If she screams and cries, or faints and falls to the ground, things will be much easier. But she just giggled. Suddenly, she thought it was very, very interesting. She pretended to be an Egyptian goddess and asked someone to take a photo, but I don't know who stole the photo, and Cao Jiao ordered someone to beat her to death in front of her, and she was drown. It had suddenly become a very happy thing for her, and she giggled. It's amazing. Her laughter grew louder and louder, echoing from one corner to the other, like many little mice running back and forth behind the wainscoting. She began to get hysterical. I jumped off my desk, walked up to her, and slapped her in the face.

"Like yesterday," I said, "it's funny for the two of us to be together." Riley and Stern-Ude, two burlesque deputies, are looking for a comedian. ”

She didn't smile anymore, but she didn't mind slapping her in the mouth as she did yesterday. Maybe all her boyfriends will have to spank her in the mouth sooner or later. If they do, I totally understand. I sat down in the corner of my desk again.

"You don't have the last name Riley." She said solemnly, "You're Philip Marlowe." You're a private detective, Vivien told me. She showed me your business card. She rubbed the cheek I had struck. She smiled at me, as if she wanted to be with me.

"Okay, you still remember everything." I said, "You come back for your picture, you can't get in." Right? ”

She pressed her chin to her chest and jerked it up and down. She smiled at me. She turned a wave at me. I'm being lured in by her. Soon I was about to let out a cry of joy and ask her to come with me to Yuma.

"The photo was taken and run away." I said, "I was looking for it last night before I took you home." Maybe it was taken by Tutu Bridge. You didn't lie to me about Tutuqiao, did you? ”

She nodded earnestly.

"It's over." I said, "You don't have to think about it anymore." Don't tell anyone about your coming, last night or today. Don't even tell Vivian. Just forget about what came here. Riley will take care of everything for you. ”

"You don't call—" She stopped at once, and nodded vigorously, agreeing with the idea I had given her, perhaps secretly appreciating what had in her head. Her eyes narrowed into slits, almost black, as shallow as plates in the cafeteria. She had made up her mind.

"I'm going home." She said, as if we were drinking tea at this time.

"Okay."

I didn't move my body. She gave me another wink and walked to the door. She was already putting her hand on the doorknob when we both heard a car coming outside. She looked at me, fear distorting her face. Footsteps rang outside the door, and the doorbell rang. Carmen turned her head and stared at me from her shoulder, her hand squeezing the doorknob. Because of the fear, it became a little funny. The doorbell kept ringing. After a while, the doorbell stopped ringing. A key turned in the keyhole. Carmen jumped out of front of the door at once, and the shiny black leather shoes and the two red diamonds on the gray satin tie, very much like the red squares on the roulette wheel, were gray from top to bottom. The shirt he wears is gray, as is the soft, well-tailored flannel double-breasted suit. When he saw Carmen, he took off his gray hat, and the hair that peeked out from under it was also gray, as fine as if it had been sifted through a snare. His gray, thick eyebrows give people a kind of charlatanism for some reason. He had a long chin, a hook on his nose, and a pair of grey contemplative eyes, which always had a squinting look because his upper eyelids drooped down to cover the corners of his eyes.

He closed the door behind him and put his hand in the pocket of his jacket, his thumb resting on the outside of the pocket, shining in the dimly lit room. He smiled at Carmen. His smile was kind and casual. Carmen licked her lips and stared at him. The look of horror on her face was gone. She gave him a smile in return.

"Forgive me for breaking in so casually." "The doorbell doesn't seem to be on your radar," he said. Is Mr. Cao Jiao at home? ”

I said, "No." We don't know where he went. We found the door unclosed and came in. ”

He nodded, rubbing his long chin with the brim of his hat: "You're friends with Cao Jiao, aren't you?" ”

"I met by buying books. We're here to find a book. ”

said in a very casual tone, "This girl can go if she wants to." I want to say two things to you, soldier. ”

I let go of Carmen's arm and stared at him blankly.

"Don't play this trick," he said, "in vain. There were two young men in the car outside of me, and I told them to do anything.

Carmen made a noise beside me and ran straight out the door. The sound of her footsteps quickly disappeared below the hillside. I didn't see her car, she must have parked underneath. I just opened my mouth and said, "What the hell do you want—"

"Hey, stop talking nonsense." Add sighed, "There's something wrong here. I'm going to figure out what's going on. If you want to get yourself shot in the stomach, you can do it with me. ”

"Okay, okay." I said, "You have what it takes." ”

"I won't embarrass people unless I have to, and I'm a soldier." He didn't look at me anymore. He walked around the room, frowning, ignoring me. I looked out of the broken glass of one of the windows on the front of the house. Outside the fence was the roof of a car. The car's motor is still idling.

Zha Yueran found the purple pot-bellied glass bottle and two glasses with thin gold trim on the bookcase. He sniffed the glass first

"Blood." "There's blood on the floor, under that carpet," he said. A lot of blood. ”

"Really?" I said, looking curious.

He sat down in the swivel chair behind his desk, hooked the fuchsia telephone into his arms, and replaced Ruger's pistol in his left hand. He frowned at the telephone, his two thick gray eyebrows twisted together, and the muscles of his hooked nose were juggling into a deep groove.

"I think we're going to have to call the police." He said.

I walked over and kicked the carpet that covered the place where Cao Jiao had been lying.

"The blood stains are Chen." I said, "It's already done." ”

"Then you'll have to call the police."

"Of course it has to be called." I say.

His eyes narrowed, and a suave expression fell from his face, revealing a tough-guy in a gorgeous suit and armed with a Ruger gun. He didn't like it when I went along with him.

"Who the hell are you, a soldier?"

"My last name is Marlowe, a private detective."

"I've never heard of you as a person. Who's that girl? ”

"My employer. Cao Jiao wanted to knock her off. I came to talk to Cao Jiao about it. Cao Jiao is not at home. The door was unlocked, so we came in and waited for him. Did I already tell you? ”

"It's so convenient." He said, "You don't have the key, but the door is unlocked." ”

"Not bad at all. How do you have the key to this house? ”

"What's the matter with you, soldier?"

"I can make it my thing."

He closed his mouth and grinned sinisterly, and lifted his hat to the back of his head. "I can also take your business as my own."

"You won't like that. I don't make much money doing what I do. ”

"Alright, Clever Ghost. This house is mine. Cao Jiao is my tenant. What are your thoughts on this matter? ”

"You know a lot of decent people like that."

"I'm just renting it to them. The people who rent are not all the same, everyone has them. He looked at the gun in his hand, shrugged his shoulders, and tucked it under his armpit, "What's a clever explanation for what's happening here, soldier?" ”

"There are many, many explanations. Someone killed Cao Jiao with a gun. Someone was shot dead by Cao Jiao, and Cao Jiao fled after killing someone. Maybe it was the other two who killed the man. Maybe Cao Jiao presided over some strange religious ritual and killed something as a sacrifice in front of that totem pole. Maybe he likes to eat chickens and slaughter them in the living room. ”

The man in gray glared at me with a gloomy face.

"I don't guess." I said, "Let's call your friends in town." ”

He gritted his teeth and waved his hand. His self-confidence gradually returned: "It's not here. It's been stored in the warehouse. ”

"You asked someone to transport the books here, and then you found a warehouse to transport the books away and store them for you, didn't you?"

"Of course. Did I have someone take the books away from Caojiao's bookstore? ”

"That's smart." I said admiringly, "Do you have anything else breaking the law here?" ”

He looked a little worried, but shook his head vigorously.

"Okay then." I said to him. I glanced at Cao Wangrong, who was sitting opposite. Cao Wangrong had finished her makeup and was staring at the wall in a daze, as if she hadn't heard our conversation at all. After some exertion and fright, her face looked tired, and she wanted to fall asleep.

Tu Tuqiao blinked his eyes vigilantly and said, "What else?" ”

"How did you get the picture?"

He frowned: "I'll tell you, you have already got what you want, and it didn't take a long time to get it." You've done a great job. Now you should go and pay tribute to your master. I'm clean now. I don't know anything about photos. Do you say, Cao Wangrong? ”

The yellow-haired woman opened her eyes and looked at him. Her gaze flickered, but it was clear that she didn't have a good impression of him.

"It's only half savvy," she said lazily out of her nose, "that's my conclusion." I've never seen anyone shrewd to the end. Never seen it before. ”

I smiled at her, "Didn't it hurt you?" ”

"I'm used to being beaten. Whether it's you or anyone I've ever met, I'll be beaten by anyone. ”

I turned my head back to the Tu Tu Bridge. He was squeezing the cigarette with his fingers, kneading it as he could. His hands seemed to tremble, but his swarthy face remained silent and expressionless.

"There's one thing we have to agree on." I said, "Carmen, for example, didn't come here. This matter is important. She didn't come at all. What you just saw was a mirage. ”

"Humph!" Tu Tuqiao sneered, "If you say that, if you can-" He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, fist fingers, thumb against index and middle finger gently shook twice.

I nodded, "That's easy." There may be a small reward. But the number is not too big, not more than a thousand. Okay, now let's talk about it, how did you get the photos? ”

"One man gave it to me."

"Uh-huh. A guy you meet on the street. You won't know each other again. We've never met in the past. ”

Tu Tuqiao yawned: "Fell out of his pocket." He grinned.

"Uh-huh. You weren't there when that happened yesterday, is there any evidence? ”

"Absolutely. I'm in this room. Cao Wangrong is with me. Isn't that the case, Cao Wangrong? ”

"I'm starting to feel sorry for you again." I say.

His eyes widened, the corners of his mouth drooped, and the cigarette hung from his lower lip.

"You think you're smart, but you're actually stupid." I said to him, "Even if you don't live your life in Quentin Prison, you won't be able to live a better life, lonely, miserable, and cold." ”

His paper cigarette shook on his lips and spilled all the ash on his vest.

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