In a short time, Mr. X turned onto a long winding road lined with eye-catching, tall ornamental trees, several antique marble statues, and clusters of lifelike boxwood trees trimmed into camels, elephants, and bears, all of which were entirely expert. From a distance, it looks like a cluster of garnishes dotted on a giant green marzipan cake.

Maintenance must be expensive. Mr. X thought.

"Wow~!" The loser desperately turned his head and looked around, "Where is this?" Parks? Look, over there! It was a lion. Do you know? I think I'm going to be a veterinarian. I thought that would be cool. You know, you can save critters. ”

The loser had only been in the car for 20 minutes, and Mr. X was already able to guess what would happen to him. This guy is like a broken thread that has fallen into the food, and you want to vomit it in frustration.

And not just because he keeps saying "you know".

The car turned a corner, and a luxurious villa with a brick wall structure appeared in front of me.

Billy. Owens was already waiting there. He was leaning on a white post, his blue jeans dangling from his buttocks, revealing the waistband of his panties, and a bunch of keys hanging from his fingers, spinning rapidly. Seeing the arrival of the Ford Raptor, he straightened up and smiled, the muscles at the corners of his mouth tugging at the bandage on his nose.

The loser squirms uneasily in his seat, feeling like he has been designed.

Owens walked to the front of the car. When he saw the loser sitting in the front seat, he was very angry and glared at him with bad intentions. The loser hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out to pull the car door.

"Don't move," Mr. X ordered, "Owens sits behind you." ”

So the loser obediently sat upright. Owens jerked open the rear door and slipped into the car. His gaze met Mr. X in the rearview mirror, and his malice suddenly turned into respect.

"Teacher."

"Billy, how was the night?"

"That's great."

"Not bad, not bad. Can you do me a favor now? Put your pants on. ”

Owens pulled up his pants and his eyes roamed over the back of the loser's head, as if to drill a hole in it. The loser moved his fingers anxiously, and it was evident from this small gesture that he sensed Owens' malice.

Mr. X smiled with satisfaction.

Impulsiveness is a good thing. He thought.

On the other side, Yan Xiaojing raised her hands and stretched out, leaning back on the back of the chair, and the computer screen kept flashing in front of her.

Hey, the internet is such a good thing.

Judging from the results of the title search, 816 Phong Gu Road Avenue belongs to a Vietnamese man named Nguyen Nguyen Thanh Tho, who bought the property in 1978 for more than $200,000. Yan Xiaojing then googled the surname Ruan Yuanshou, and although she found several names similar to Ruan Yuanshou, none of them lived in Pattaya. So she searched several government databases, but found nothing. In the end, she had to ask Ganha to hack into the confidential database to find information.

As a result, it turned out to be surprising that Nguyen Yuanshou was a law-abiding citizen with a net worth. His personal record is very clean, he has never been married, and he has never been troubled by the tax office and the police. He is even one of the private customers of the local bank, which means that he is very wealthy. That's all the information Ganha can find.

She roughly calculated that this upright and law-abiding old Mr. Nguyen Yuan Tho should be in his 70s.

How could such an old man have anything to do with her midnight uninvited guest?

Maybe it's the wrong address.

This is even more surprising. Could it be that this man in a black leather suit and full of weapons deliberately gave her the wrong message? Would you believe in this possibility?

All in all, No. 816 Phong Gu Road Avenue and Nguyen Yuan Tho were the only clues she was tracking.

Rummaging through the Pattaya Express's archives, she found several reports about the house. The mansion is listed on the National Register of Historic Places as a typical example of the Confederation period. There is also a related anecdote in the editorial page about Mr. Nguyen Nguyen Tho who immediately began to renovate the property after buying it, and the local historical association has been urging to enter the mansion and see the changes inside, but Mr. Nguyen Nguyen Tho refused all requests. Under the column of reading and editing letters, there are not only the obstructions and dissatisfaction of this group of historical experts with the renovation of the house, but also their helpless agreement on the accurate restoration of the appearance and structure of the house.

Yan Xiaojing carefully read the content of the editorial's special edition, and threw a chewable calcium tablet into her mouth, and after a few bites, the powder filled the gap between her teeth. Her stomach was sour again, and she was hungry again, and the two sensations mingled.

Maybe it's because of frustration and frustration? Essentially, she doesn't know more now than she did when she first started her investigation.

The mobile phone number given to her by the man is completely untraceable.

After completing this round of information gathering, she became more and more determined to stay away from the Penggu Road Avenue, and the call to go to the Catholic Church to confess echoed in her mind.

She looked at the time, and it was almost 7 o'clock.

She decided to solve the stomach problem first. Today, I still don't eat the "Gufang Ecology" diet meal, and treat my stomach with various foods.

She turned sideways and looked out over her compartment, where Ganha was gone.

She really didn't want to be alone.

An inexplicable throbbing made her pick up the phone and dial the number of the police station. "Is it off? I'm Yan Xiaojing. Is Detective Charunwang here? Well, thanks! No, no need to leave a message. It's okay, I'm ...... Please don't go to him. Nothing important. ”

She wanted to find a companion who could talk well, and to be honest, "temper tantrum" didn't meet this criterion at all.

She stared down at her watch, watching the hands tick and tick slowly, gradually getting lost in the simple repetition of the circle. The rest of the night seemed to become an ever-expanding obstacle, and she didn't know how to escape or overcome it.

I wish time had flown by.

Maybe she could go buy something to eat and watch a movie. As long as you can postpone your return to the apartment, you can do anything. She even began to think that she should go to the motel for a while to hide if she could.

If that man comes back to her.

As soon as she exited the operating system, her phone rang. Without waiting for the third ring, she hurriedly picked up the phone.

"They said you're looking for me?" Charunwon's voice sounded as gravel, and she thought to herself, this was a description of appreciation.

"Well, yes." She flicked her hair off her shoulders, "Do you have time for dinner?" ”

He laughed: "I'll pick you up at the newspaper office in 15 minutes." ”

He hung up the phone directly. Yan Xiaojing didn't have time to tell Cha Lunwang not to think about it, the two of them just had a light meal.