"No, I have a clear understanding of the situation I want to know, Team Leader Yang was killed by the demon organization, and Huang Jin has a lot to do with them, but I can't touch her now, the clues behind her are popping up little by little, I have to wait for the opportunity." I said indifferently, trying not to make her feel pressured.

Xue Xiaxia pursed her lips and thought about it, "Okay, as long as you decide, then I won't make any suggestions, after all, I'm just an outsider and don't understand anything, but I still have to remind you that everything is not as important as your life, you know?" ”

Xue Xiaxia glanced at me sideways, with a deep worry and love in her eyes.

I squeezed my eyes at her greasy, "Don't worry, I promised you, I will take care of you for the rest of my life, I won't let myself lose my life so hastily." ”

"Yes, you have to be good."

When Xue Xiaxia said the last sentence, she began to choke, and my heart immediately became sour, I pretended not to hear it, and immediately changed the topic.

I will definitely not fail this woman, she deserves everything I have.

On the second day after returning to Qiu Ying City, I went to Ma Yuan's bookstore at about 10 a.m., and the bookstore opened.

When I walked into the bookstore, Ma Yuan did not sit behind the cash register as usual, but organized the books in front of the shelves.

He heard footsteps and turned to look at me, and smiled, "Mr. Zhang came over and came down to read so early?" But today I can give you a special emotional book for you. ”

Without an answer, he put down the book in his hand, walked briskly to the back of the cash register, and took out a not-so-new green cover book from a drawer and placed it on the table.

This is a modern emotion, I haven't heard the name of the writer written on the cover, it should be very niche, and the title of the book is very ordinary, "Choice".

If it is the emotional category that Ma Yuan said, then combined with the title of this book, I can deduce that what is written here is nothing more than a man or a woman who is caught in several polyamorous emotional disputes, and finally has to choose one of the many partners to accompany him for the rest of his life.

This kind of book has long been stinky on the street, I have never disdained to read it, it is meaningless, it is about a group of amorous men and women who mix together and tear up for love. But since it was given to me by Ma Yuan, it has a special meaning.

I picked up the book and flipped through a few pages, and what I saw was some pretentious text, this book was published more than ten years ago, the book should have gone through several hands, and some of the pages were already a little hairy.

"Why does Boss Ma always give me old books, new ones, and there are no recommended books?" I asked with a smile.

Ma Yuan had already poured me tea while talking, "Mr. Zhang, please sit down, let's talk slowly, I am a book seller, and I guess I have endless words to say when I talk about books." ”

I took the book and sat down behind the round table, took a sip of tea, and immediately a fresh fragrance hit my heart and spleen, making me feel refreshed.

I can't tell the difference between his tea, but the fragrance and comfort taste has always been good.

"Mr. Zhang is not a person who likes new books, the new now, the book ink taste is too commercial, or the old books in the past are interesting, you read this book carefully, you will definitely gain a lot, and it will also give you some guidance in life."

"Really? It's so powerful, there are still people who give me Zhang someone to guide me, except for my master. I deliberately said this very arrogant sentence, but the other person still smiled and did not mean to argue with me.

"Okay, then thank you Boss Ma, I will accept this book, and I will definitely read it carefully."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for appreciating your face, I will continue to recommend good books in the future." I nodded, looked at the teacup and said meaningfully, "Boss Ma can recommend any book to me, I won't mind at all, but Wang Haitang is just a little girl, I hope Boss Ma still doesn't give her too many recommendations, she is very small and simple." ”

"Hahaha-" Ma Yuan let out a hearty and nonchalant laugh, which made my fire rise immediately.

"Why does Mr. Zhang always think of me malice, what will happen if a little girl comes to me to pick up a few books, I am a book seller, of course I have to recommend it to him, and I will recommend it to all my customers here."

When he said this, I suddenly found a problem, every time I sat down with him to chat, there would be no one around to read and pick books, at least on the first floor, there were no people who stopped to read and pick books, as if this was deliberately not wanting them to hear the content of our conversation, such a "coincidence", very problematic.

"She has been in a lot of mood swings recently, if it's because of reading, then I'm going to ask Boss Ma." I put away my smile and said solemnly.

Ma Yuan looked at me indifferently, "Reading a book will calm her mind and find her direction, you are mistaken, I am not engaged in evil and religion, and I will not make a person's mood worse." ”

"I hope so." I smiled coldly, picked up the book and got up to leave.

It's useless to talk to Ma Yuan more, throw the warning words here, if he still dies to do something, then I don't have to be polite to him.

I went back to the hotel and flipped through a few pages of the book, I really couldn't stand it, the pretentious vocabulary, describing the stupid love of two middle-aged people, is particularly disgusting, and the male protagonist described in the book is not a style, Liucaizi, is a middle-aged obscene man who works around after being laid off, I don't know what the value of such a book is.

I don't want to continue reading, but I'm afraid of missing some clues, after all, Ma Yuan never gives me hints directly, and it often takes me a lot of time to read a book, and I will find a little clue after thinking carefully.

The priority was not to look for clues in the book, but rather to the plywood factory in Area C.

So I decided to take the book back first, read a few pages every day when I had nothing to do, and slowly look for clues.

The next night, at eleven o'clock, I drove to the plywood factory, just came back from Xue Xiaxia's house, I lied to her and said that I drove to the hotel and then detoured back, by the way to see the situation along the way, did not clearly say that I came here, afraid that she would worry.

She had learned something about Area C from Zhao Heizi before, and knew that this was an important area that we had demarcated, and it was likely that the evil plan of the demon organization would start from these areas.

These are the sweet burdens that come with establishing a relationship.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the scenery in this area also looks peaceful and beautiful, and the cold factory buildings in the past are actually some moving under the moonlight, like the vague medieval buildings in oil paintings.

I parked and walked to the door of the plywood factory, and found that the big iron lock on the big iron door had been replaced with a brand new one, and it was bigger than the previous one.

I checked around the plywood factory, and tonight the moonlight was abundant, and the river behind the plywood factory immediately became different from usual.

The surface of the river is filled with a pale green light, and all kinds of abnormal aurities around it converge, silently changing the surrounding environment, which is consistent with my previous analysis.

Fortunately, it is not used by evil things, so it is just a matter of feng shui, and there are no signs of danger.

I made sure that there was no problem at the moment, I drove back home, and on the way I called Zhao Heizi and asked him to arrange someone to follow Qian Siming recently, to see what he was busy with recently, he should have started to move around for the plywood factory, since I rejected him that day, he didn't look for me again, I expected him to think of other ways.

Qian Siming's essence is not bad, except for the faults of some businessmen, greed, mercenary, and his own goodness and sex, there is no principled viciousness, but now because of the plywood factory, he is likely to do some bad things by unscrupulous means.

Time passed calmly and quickly, the weather was getting colder and colder, and it was easier for accidents to occur near the end of the year, and I tensed my nerves every day, busy outside the hotel, and I had to keep an eye on the situation in other areas.

It was nearly 12 o'clock that night, the bar waiter Zeng Yike called me, he was very nervous and said that the female guest in the bar came again, she had been here for a week, sitting until more than 1 o'clock in the morning every day, asking for a big glass of whiskey, seeing that she was in a particularly bad mood, he was worried that the middle-aged man who disappeared strangely that day would get drunk and faint, so he called me.

I told him not to be nervous, not to go near the female guest, and I would come over and deal with it right away.

Putting down the phone, I drove straight to the bar.

Wang Haitang is not in the bar these days, I asked a few other waiters to pay attention to the situation there, and immediately told me if I found suspicious people and events.

This waiter Zeng Yi is very good, bold, very cautious in doing things, reliable in doing things, I am thinking about investigating for a while, I can let him be promoted to be in charge of all matters in the bar, second only to Zhao Heizi in terms of authority.

When I arrived at the bar, Zeng Yike greeted me and pointed out to the female guest who was sitting alone drinking in the southwest direction.

The weather was already a little cold, but she was still wearing a very thin dress, which looked good, her permed hair was dyed a very low-key color, and the bag next to her was not cheap, I guessed that she should be a white-collar worker with a good income.

Naturally, I walked over and stood in the distance, and looked at her face, she was about thirty-one or twelve years old, with delicate makeup, but I could still see that the bags under her eyes could not be covered, and her appearance was very average.

She frowned deeply, her eyes were glazed, and she stared blankly at the 1/3 whiskey she had drunk in front of her, and the lipstick she wore should have been a hot male color recently, and I guessed that she should be very emotionally uncomfortable.

She picked up her glass and hesitated to take a sip of wine, judging from her pained expression, she was usually a very poor drinker, and she didn't like to drink, and now she really came here to anesthetize herself.