"Halloween Street, one by one I received this morning." Jiang Wuche blinked, "Feng Feng, what's wrong with you?" ”

"You still have a leg injury, don't run around outside, come back quickly." There seemed to be the sound of the wind whistling on the other end of Mu Xifeng's phone.

"Okay." Jiang Wuche knew that his roommate had some secrets.

The other party immediately hung up the phone.

Jiang Wuche wandered between curiosity and desire to survive for a while, and finally decided to obediently go home and sleep.

"Mind smoking?" Jiang Wuche asked the taxi driver.

The taxi driver glanced at his still plastered leg and shook his head: "I'm what I call it, but your legs are all broken, so don't smoke this thing!" Not good for the body. ”

"Okay." Jiang Wuche had no choice but to obediently put away the cigarette that had been caught in his fingers.

Mr. Bu also has a little AC number in his heart about his daughter's whereabouts, and he hasn't slept yet, and has been waiting for Jiang Wuche's news.

He recognized his daughter on the dance floor at a glance and asked Jiang Wuche, "...... she is now?"

Jiang Wuche looked at the girl he pointed out a little familiar, as if it was the woman who was surrounded by several men. Out of concern for a bad old father, he sent the photos he had secretly taken.

The other end of the phone was quiet for a long time.

Jiang Wuche felt that the other party might have fallen into a state of rage.

Tried to ask Mr. Bu for the latter part of the commission, but did not receive any message.

Maybe the phone has been smashed.

Forget it, a thousand is a thousand! Anyway, it's not very difficult, just make up your life and be a fraction.

When he got home, he uploaded the photos and videos he had taken while he was out into his computer. After a brief wash, I went back to sleep.

The strange sense of chaos made him very uncomfortable.

Jiang Wuche endured his spirits and found that he was still in a nightclub at this time.

The bright lights made his eyes a little uncomfortable, and the deafening death heavy metal music almost made him explode on the spot.

Jiang Wuche bit his lower lip stiffly, and adjusted the position of the earbuds in his ears, trying to block out more noise as much as possible.

The air was bad, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol was mixed with the smell of the women's inferior perfumes.

Jiang Wuche leaned on the sofa in the corner, facing the disdainful gaze of others, he didn't order a glass of wine, and directly held a thermos cup and drank wolfberry water.

He was hired by a female client, Ms. Zhu, to investigate her husband's whereabouts.

The female client went abroad under the pretense of going on a business trip, and her husband Yang Wei had not moved before this because he was busy working overtime at work.

Just when Jiang Wuche thought that there was really no problem, Yang Wei, who had finally finished his long overtime, came to Wansheng Street.

Jiang Wuche just secretly took pictures.

This Yang Wei should be an honest man in appearance, what if he just came to relieve the pressure and drink some wine!?

Then, very quickly, Yang Wei was photographed hugging a scantily clad lady. Then I opened a room in the hotel upstairs of the nightclub.

Well, now there's physical evidence and everything.

Jiang Wuche sent the picture to Ms. Zhu, who was on the other side of the ocean.

Ms. Zhu had a time difference, and it was still daytime at this time, and she saw bloody "human witnesses" and "physical evidence" at the first time.