E-sports player Gou Zhaojun's eyes widened and said, "Hurry up and lose my money." ”

The female e-sports player Mai Weiwei was originally worried, but now she was finally relieved, she said: "Gou Zhaojun, we are all acquaintances, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending!" ”

At this time, that Mai Weiwei's boyfriend actually left, he knew that Gou Zhaojun and that Zhou Jinguan had a good relationship, and he was afraid that Gou Zhaojun would find someone to clean him up.

At this time, that Mai Weiwei had to call Huang Heng's e-sports, and that Huang Heng immediately notified Wei Taiqiang.

Wei Taiqiang and Liu Tienan appeared, and Wei Taiqiang said to Gou Zhaojun, "What do you want?" ”

Gou Zhaojun said: "Wei Taiqiang, I know you are an e-sports tycoon, but you can't bully people!" ”

Wei Taiqiang said: "Things are not clear, it is not certain who is bullying whom, you don't have to take the rhythm." However, I see that your car is only seventy or eighty thousand yuan, everyone puts their hearts in their stomachs, and this kind of trivial matter can be settled quickly. ”

Gou Zhaojun said: "You people put your own heart in your stomach, then I don't worry, everyone still use that e-sports duel to determine who is right and who is wrong!" ”

That Mai Weiwei said to Gou Zhaojun: "We are all acquaintances, so let's forget about it." ”

Gou Zhaojun said: "You said no, will it be fine?" ”

Mai Weiwei said: "I told you a long time ago, but you didn't give me face." ”

Gou Zhaojun said: "I can't shake the phone, and that Zhou Jinguan won't answer my e-sports, let's have a game of Glory of Kings, whoever wins, it is reasonable." ”

Mai Weiwei said: "Yes, playing Glory of Kings, I haven't been afraid of anyone yet." ”

I walked ten blocks down a winding street washed by the rain, and the trees on the side of the road kept dripping water on me. I passed one glittering window after another of the huge mansions, the courtyards of which were eerie and surprisingly large. The buildings built on the hillside in the distance can only be vaguely seen with their eaves, gables, and bright windows, like a magic palace in the forest, very far away, out of reach. I walked to a bus service station. The service station is brightly lit – what a waste – and in this foggy glass room, a bored clerk in a white hat and a dark blue trench coat sits on a stool and bends over the newspaper. I wanted to step in, but I kept going. I was drenched like a chicken in soup. On a night like this, you don't have to wait for a beard, and you may not have a taxi. Moreover, the car driver will never forget that you have ridden in his car at this time.

I walked for more than half an hour before I got back to Geiger's quarters. I'm not slow at all. There was no one nearby, and there were no other vehicles on the street except my own car parked in front of the door next door. My car was parked alone in the rain like an ownerless wild dog. I pulled the bottle of rye whiskey out of the car and poured the remaining half bottle down my throat. I climbed into the car and lit a cigarette. I sucked half of it, threw the rest away, got out of the car again, and walked to Geiger's house below. I opened the door with the key and stepped into the silent, warm darkness. I stood there listening to the sound of the rain, and I couldn't stop dripping water from my body. I touched a lamp and turned it on.

The first thing I noticed was that there were a few embroidered brocades missing from the walls. I didn't count it, but now there are a few brown patches on the wall, and I took a few steps forward and turned on another light. I looked at the totem pole, and at the edge of the Chinese carpet under the totem pole, there was another small rug on the bare floor. The rug wasn't laid out there just now.

It made me feel cold. I fed my lips to my teeth and squinted at the glass eye on the totem pole for a while. I walked around the house. Everything was the same as the first time I entered this room. Geiger was neither on his bed with crumpled sheets, nor under the bed, nor in the closet. He was also not in the kitchen or bathroom.

All that's left is the locked room to the right of the back hall. One of Geiger's bunches of keys matched the lock on the door. This room intrigued me, but Geiger wasn't hiding here. I was interested in this room because it was the opposite of Geiger's bedroom. It was a very simple man's bedroom: a few carpets with Indian motifs on a shiny floor, two straight-backed chairs, a dark writing desk with wood grain, a set of men's toiletries, and two one-foot-high brass candlesticks with black candles. A very narrow hard bed with brown printed sheets.

The room has a chilly feel. I locked the door again, wiped the doorknob with my handkerchief, and returned to the totem pole in the outer room. I knelt on the ground and tilted my head to take a closer look at the stretch from the carpet to the door. Wear gloves. I drank two cups of coffee and read a few morning newspapers. None of the newspapers carried a report on the incident of Mr. Arthur Quinn Geiger. I was trying to smooth the tassels on my rain-soaked coat when the phone rang. It was the district attorney's chief detective, Bern Caojiao, who called. This time, I did something for Wei Taiqiang, and it was he who pulled the thread.

"How's it going, how are you doing?" He said. Judging by the tone of his voice, he slept well and did not owe much debt to others.

"I drank too much yesterday." I say.

"Hey, hey." He laughed indifferently twice, and then said in a more casual and deliberately casual tone that the police were used to, "Have you seen Wei Taiqiang?" ”

"Uh-huh."

"Did you do something for him?"

"It's raining too much." I replied, if that was the answer.

"This family seems to have either this or that incident. One of their family's big Xu Qianqian fell into the sea in the area of the fishing boat wharf in Songhai City. "Cao Jiao's office is no bigger than the other rooms, but he occupies one by himself. There was nothing on the desk but a record book, a cheap set of ink and dipping pens, and a hat and a foot of his. Cao Jiao was born of medium stature, with pale yellow hair and snow-white eyebrows that were hard and straight. His gaze is seren, his teeth are straight,

The cigarillo was in his pocket, the one in his mouth swayed up and down, and he looked up at me carefully for a while.

"It's not a dirt bridge." He said, "I checked it." Tu Tuqiao is a big man, as tall as you and a little heavier than you. It's a young lad. ”。

I didn't say anything.

"Why did the Tutu Bridge slip away?" Cao Jiao asked, "Are you interested in this matter?"