Objectively speaking, we are here to ask Tangjue for information.

As for who the gang and the pregnant women who appeared in his house, and whether they were human traffickers or not, it is not within the scope of our investigation, and it is difficult to intervene, at least for now.

Except for Fan Pei, none of us have seen Tang Jue, so we don't know what he looks like. According to Little Fart, if he was at home, it must be on the second floor, in the small room with a human-faced spider lying on the door.

If you want to find Tangjue, it will definitely not work. The guys in the house were all carrying guns, and the head-on confrontation was undoubtedly an egg to a stone, and it could only be outwitted.

Considering that we are not familiar with the place of life abroad, we all decided to go back to the hotel first and then think about it in the long run.

Back at the hotel, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. The streets were still lively, but my mood was full of depression.

I can't say where this depression comes from. I just feel that my worldview and values are quietly changing.

While being jealous and hateful, the sympathy for the weak is skirt is also becoming more and more abundant, and it is not possible to help, which makes people particularly unhappy.

Fan Pei hadn't rested yet, and was chatting with Ruby in the small bar next to the hotel lobby. Seeing us come back, she curiously asked where we had gone and why we didn't call her along.

This is a small bar with a small area but quite elegant layout. Little Stinky Fart is not interested in alcohol and gets into the Ghost Eater card. The glutinous rice dumplings seem to have been aroused by the alcohol addiction and are clamoring to drink.

I've never been to a bar before and I look like I have a headache with the colorful cocktails on the list. On the recommendation of the waiter, I finally ordered a cup of Long Island Iced Tea.

As soon as the wine was served, the glutinous rice dumplings went headlong into it like diving, and they rose and fell in it hilariously, as if they were swimming. The words of the two black beans are narrowed into a slit, as if they are in heaven.

Lao Bi said that he was sleepy and flew back to his room to sleep. I sat down with the fat man and told Fan Pei and Ruby what had just happened.

Fan Pei was also taken aback, and said that he had the impression that this Tangjue person was very easy-going, and his personality was that kind of simple type, but he didn't expect to do this kind of thing!

"Mr. Su, what do you say...... Do you say those pregnant women will ...... with me? Like me? Fan Pei's eyes lit up.

I nodded and said that we also analyzed it this way, but I am afraid that the connection between them can only be clarified by finding Tang Jue. And now the problem is that we can't find Tangjue, and we can't enter his home at all.

Fan Pei turned the milk tea cup in his hand, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "There is!" We can call the police! ”

"Call the police?! That's even worse! ”

The fat man's head shook like a rattle, saying that no one knew where Tang Jue was now, and even if he was really at home, he would inevitably have something to do with that group of traffickers, and it would be even more difficult for us to find him if he was arrested and put in prison.

I thought the same as the fat man, and I also felt that it was inappropriate to call the police.

Fan Pei shook his head and said, first, this is also a last resort, and second, those people dare to openly abduct and sell people, and the scale is so large, there must be backers, and it is not so easy to be caught.

In addition, she analyzed that the gang had guns in their hands, and the purpose of our police was not to let the police arrest people, but to use the confrontation with the police to fish in troubled waters. It would be great if I could take this opportunity to find Tangjue.

The little stinky fart in the Ogre card also telepathized and told me that she was also in favor of calling the police. She seemed to be a little hostile to Fan Pei, although Fan Pei couldn't see her at all.

After thinking about it, calling the police is the most effective and the only feasible way at the moment, and we decided to give it a try.

The next day, after breakfast, we felt that it was almost time for the Inspectorate to go to work, so we deliberately found a remote phone booth and made an anonymous phone call to report the crime.

Lao Bi was the only one of us who could speak Burmese, and after the fat bird chattered into the earpiece, he told us with a lewd look on his face.

I was a little curious about what it said, and I laughed and said that it had reported on the phone that someone had gathered to gamble at No. 25 Watts Street.

I have a black line in my head, and I said that what you said is serious, just talking about gambling This kind of thing can be carefully controlled?

Lao Bi gave me a blank look and said that Myanmar is different from China.

It is close to the Golden Triangle area, where pro-independence activities are rampant, and they are all armed elements, and they dare not pay attention to it. Human trafficking is also a trivial matter, and without oil and water, naturally no one cares.

Myanmar likes to investigate this kind of case the most, their wages are meager, and they can get a lot of oil and water from checking casinos, so they are happy to do it and have the fastest response speed.

I dressed up with Fatty, Fan Pei, and Ruby, disguised as two foreign couples, and took a taxi to the vicinity of Huici Street, pretending to hang out and take pictures, but in fact they were observing the movement.

Lao Bi really didn't deceive anyone, and only ten minutes later, two police cars drove into Huici Street at a gallop. Although the siren was not sounded, the people who ate melons were excited to surround them layer after layer, and the crowds were crowded.

Naturally, we would not let go of this opportunity and quietly followed behind the crowd, but did not dare to get too close. Because he knew that the people in the house had guns, if the two sides really exchanged fire, it would not be a joke to be hit by a stray bullet.

I saw that these two police cars were quite "unique". The one in front is a car that can't be named, and the one in the back is even more bizarre, it turns out to be a small truck with a bucket.

Behind the pickup truck was a ring of iron railings welded to the body, and a plastic canopy was erected on top, in which sat a dozen or so guards in green uniforms, loaded with ammunition.

A middle-aged man in a police hat got out of the car and directed the group of scouts to knock on the door. The courtyard was silent, and there was no response.

As I began to shout out into the courtyard through a shrill loudspeaker, I heard the sound of a bolt being loaded and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

After ten minutes, the big iron gate of the courtyard creaked open, and through the crowd of onlookers, I saw a face that I had never seen before.

This is a typical Southeast Asian man, about forty years old, short in stature, dark complexion, and few wrinkles on his face. This person's facial features are relatively flat, and he looks honest and honest.

It's just that his eyes are bloodshot, and he looks extremely tired and haggard. Fan Pei pulled the corner of my shirt and whispered to us that this man was Tang Jue.

Sure enough, he was at home!

Tang Jue looked at the tightly guarded people with loaded guns outside the door, as if he was frightened, his voice was a little unnatural, and he kept saying something.

The police officer at the head negotiated with him and talked a lot.

Lao Bi translated, saying that Tang Jue must have made a mistake, someone reported a false case, and he was the only one in the house. He's been recuperating for the past few days, and he hasn't been out for a long time.

I sneered in my heart: Tang Jue, this guy, is really in the same group as that group of traffickers!