What kind of garbage are you? ”

Xiao Zhuang casually threw the garbage bag into the garbage can on the side of the road, smacked lightly, and drove to the "Xiao Zhuang Detective Agency" in the city center.

"Good evening"

After greeting the two miscellaneous Chinese in the institute, he pulled out a chair alone, sat down in front of the computer and began to search for information: "Nguyen Van Van ...... Ruan Van "

He typed characters into the search engine and pressed enter.

A few pages of information about Nguyen Van come into view.

Sure enough, people who are a little famous will have a certain amount of information on the Internet.

Even with a little more careful clues, even people who are not famous can search for information on the Internet. Hehe, it's too easy to find someone in the Internet age.

However, after Xiao Zhuang went through a few pages of information, he found no obvious useful information.

I can only note Ruan Wen's height, appearance, and gallery address, and go to the gallery in person to find out the details.

The first thing to determine is whether Nguyen Van is in Paris and whether there is any abnormality recently.

I believe that the gallery staff will know this news and have the opportunity to find out Nguyen Wen's address.

Xiao Zhuang immediately packed up his things, left the office alone, and drove to the door of Art Street.

However, when he arrived at the gallery, he found that the glass doors of the gallery were locked and did not appear to be open.

So, Xiao Zhuang put on a black hat with a wide brim, pushed the car door and got out of the car, bowing his head and walking around the gallery......

He was keenly aware that the gallery's window had been dusted, apparently not open for a while.

"It's not simple, this thing is strange."

Judging from his rich experience in catching rapists, the more difficult it is to investigate a matter, the more difficult it is to be. It is someone who deliberately covers up the truth that makes it difficult for people to start.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhuang has lived in Paris for a long time, and when he looked down at his watch, he knew that the time for the postman to deliver the mail was approaching.

So I went back to the gallery and stood in front of the mail barrel on the side of the street.

He had just looked at the mail bin, which contained several accumulated letters.

This proves that the gallery usually receives letters, and once again proves that the gallery has not been open for a while.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, a post office delivery car was parked on the side of the road. An elderly postman in his forties pushed open the tail door and walked to the gallery door with a few letters in hand.

"Mr. Hello." Xiao Zhuang leaned on the mailbox and took the initiative to greet the old postman.

He knew very well how to deal with this kind of courier with a big beard and already a little inconvenient with his hands and feet.

I saw the old postman smile, and waved his hand as he walked towards him: "Sir, you blocked my mailbox." ”

Xiao Zhuang shrugged his shoulders, silently took out two euros from his pocket, and said while folding them in half: "That's the case, sir, the owner of this gallery is my girlfriend, and we have been breaking up during this time. ”

"I found out that his gallery is closed, can you take me to her house?"

The old postman looked at him with a smirk on his face and said, "I can give you a few invitations to the exhibition, but I can't take you to Miss Ruan's house." ”

Xiao Zhuang sighed, took out a small roll of euros from his pocket, and then reached out to take the invitation to the exhibition in the old postman's hand.

"Well, I really love my girlfriend and I'm worried about what she's going to do."

The two are passing letters with one hand and money with the other.

Tacit understanding, everyone has a tacit understanding.

After holding the two coins in his hand, the old postman shook his head helplessly, revealing a very sincere smile: "Okay, sir, you are really a gentleman of you, for the sake of your beautiful love, please let me get in the car." ”

"Thank you, you're a gentleman."

Xiao Zhuang smiled, held the letter in his hand, and jumped into the mail car.

The old postman stuffed a folded tip into the driver's seat and a roll of euros in his pocket.

That tip was only worth two letters, but a roll of euros was worth an address. As a veteran postman in charge of this area, he often knows very well who lives in each household and what name it is.

He even knew very well that Miss Ruan didn't have a boyfriend and was already married!

But it doesn't matter, except for loyalty and love, most things in the world have a price. Even if Xiao Zhuang is a bad person, they can be used as witnesses afterwards, right?

Soon, the mail truck arrived under a five-story apartment building.

This is Miss Nguyen Van Van 's home.

After Xiaozhuang got off the bus, he stood at the door with a smile on his face, watching the mail truck go away. Then he walked slowly to the iron door, covered by letters, and tried to pry open the room.

But before he could pull out his tools, he immediately noticed something under his feet. Bending down and touching the mat in the doorway, he actually wiped out a cross key.

"With your vigilance, it's no wonder if nothing happens!" When Xiao Zhuang saw this key, he probably understood that the character played by "Miss Ruan" was not a murderer, but was likely to be a victim.

"Click." After Xiao Zhuang pushed open the iron door, he quietly walked into the room, and immediately closed the door with his backhand.

He placed his right hand on his waist and carefully observed his surroundings as he walked.

I'm afraid that some murderer will be killed if he doesn't agree with him!

Because, there are already blood stains on the carpet on the first floor.

……

Three days later.

Office area of the Criminal Department.

The little inspector of the Interpol Department found Li Shaoze and replied with an embarrassed face: "Sir Li, we have imprisoned Miss Nguyen Van for three days, and now she is seriously protesting, if we don't release people, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat." ”

"Afraid of what?"

"Did I put her in the detention cell, did I? She and Li Wen are both in the interrogation room, they are talking about old love, talking about life, have you ever been in love? Li Shaoze was chatting with a guy, when he turned his head, and a soul question directly blocked Interpol's question.

Seriously, the little inspector really hasn't been in a relationship.

However, as an upright Interpol, he was still a little scared, stood next to him, and retorted in a low voice: "But, but they have been locked up for three days, and it will be difficult for us to explain when the complaints team is monitored." ”

"Don't worry, no need to explain, they can't get out at all." Li Shaoze smiled, put the documents in his hand, turned around and led the police out of the office area, all the way to the floor of the Interpol Department.

The reason why Li Sir is so sure is because he received a call from Xiaozhuang as early as three days ago.

There were traces of blood in Nguyen Van Wen's house, as well as traces of a fight.

There is reason to suspect that a homicide took place there.

It's a pity that the body was transferred.

In addition, some detailed information was also sent to Li Shaoze by email.

Li Shaoze is fully able to rely on these materials to deduce the real life of the painter "Li Wen", and now he is short of a real hammer - Ruan Wen's corpse!

As for why Nguyen Van was possibly killed, but he was able to sit in the interrogation room and chat with Li Wen? Tsk, some people are really psychopaths, and they must be dressed up to be other people to have fun?

So Li sir locked those two people in the interrogation room, not afraid of them complaining at all.

Because they don't have a chance to complain at all.

By the way, Superintendent Zhang had already arrested Xiao Ma in Hawaii last night.

Song Zihao also suffered from the pond fish and was also handcuffed.

The group should have boarded the plane and flown back to Hong Kong Island.

If Xiao Zhuang hadn't sent back a useful real hammer before returning to Hong Kong Island, the two of them would have to go to the detention room for two days.

After Li Shaoze came to the office area of the Interpol Department, he looked left and right, but did not see Superintendent Zhang, and then turned his head to look at the little inspector and asked, "Hasn't Superintendent Zhang come back yet?" ”

"Report to the chief, Superintendent Zhang has just gotten off the plane and is on his way back to the General Administration."

"Oh."

Li Shaoze nodded, and suddenly noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket was ringing.

He thought it was Superintendent Zhang's phone, but he didn't expect that when he picked it up, it was Xiaozhuang's number.

Here comes the news!

Li Shaoze perked up, and said secretly: "It's quite timely." ”

I saw him pick up the phone, walk a few steps outside, and a person came to the corner and said, "Xiaozhuang, is there a situation?" ”

"Sir Li, I've already found out."

Nguyen Van and her husband had been killed, and their bodies had been sunk into the Seine. Dry, the corpses are swollen out of the giant's view, and there are no other beauties, I'm about to vomit. ”

Xiao Zhuang had just come out of the mortuary and stood at the door of the Paris Police Department, smoking and retching. Although there is no danger in this investigation, the ghost knows that he has spent a lot of brains in order to find out Ruan Wen in the past two days!

And when I found the body, I was shocked!

Dry!

If this is a paid commission, it can't be done without 100,000 euros!

Li Shaoze wanted to laugh a little when he heard this, and then urged: "Go on." ”

"There's not much more to say."

"Now the two bodies have been fished out by the Paris Police Department, and the identity of the deceased has been determined through DNA."

"Photos and identification have been sent to your mailbox. Is there anything else you'd like to ask? You ask me and I'll talk about it. “

Li Shaoze could feel Xiaozhuang's miserable appearance through the phone, and deliberately quipped: "How did the two people die?" ”

"One blunt object kills, one shoots."

"Nguyen Van Van had her clothes torn and the medical examiner suspected that there had been compulsions. His husband was shot and killed, and his hands were tied before he died, you know the specific situation. ”

"Say something quickly, I'll hang up if it's okay."

When Xiaozhuang said this, Li Shaoze couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, feeling that Li Wen was playing a little big, and he was just a brute.

So he stopped teasing Xiao Zhuang, nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, thank you for this time." ”

"Interpol has returned to Hong Kong, you're fine."

"Hit the street, you just lied to me to work for a day job."

Xiao Zhuang was the first to hang up the phone this time, and poured a mouthful of phlegm into the trash can.

Li Shaoze snickered twice, turned his head and greeted the corridor: "Sir Zhang, Xiaoma, Brother Hao, everyone has arrived?" ”

"Sir Li!" Xiao Ma was the first to shout, and when he first met, he was excited and wanted to have a relationship with Li Sir, but Song Zihao immediately pushed his shoulder, and then Xiao Ma understood and closed his mouth very simply.

Superintendent Zhang took the lead and walked in front and asked, "Sir Li, the painter has been brought back." ”

"The subordinate called me and said that you left Nguyen Van in the interrogation room and locked up for three days...... That's not quite right, is it? ”

(End of chapter)