Monroe didn't intend to say too much to Ah Cuo, and after a few simple words, he excused himself not to disturb Ah Cuo's rest, and left the ward as soon as it was dark. It seems that the phone call just now had a big impact on him, and if it hadn't been for Ah Mistake's reminder, he would have almost left his baby wine jug in the ward.

If it had been in the days when he had just met Monroe, as long as he could still move, he would definitely take this opportunity to run away. But now he doesn't have that kind of idea, one is that his grandfather will have surgery in a few days, and without Monroe, even if he goes to Germany, he can't even find the hospital.

The second is that the new world that Monroe has brought to him now is too shocking, and Ah Cuo has not fully recovered from Monroe's world. Originally, there was still a stomach of questions to ask Monroe, but unfortunately he was held back by that disappointing phone call.

After Monroe left, Acao lay on the hospital bed. My mind was still full of still time scenes, and I was so excited that I didn't mean to sleep. Fortunately, this is a separate ward, so he doesn't have to worry about affecting the rest of other patients.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Ah Cuo felt a little sleepy. Just when he was about to fall asleep in a daze. Suddenly, he heard a sound of footsteps at the door of his room, and the footsteps continued until he stopped at the door of his hospital room. Then the door opened, and a little nurse walked in with a policeman.

After the little nurse turned on the light in the ward, she said to Ah Cuo, who was squinting at them, "Five-two-bed, wake up...... A police officer has come to you to find out a little bit about the situation. ”

Seeing the police coming in, Ah Cuo's first reaction was the incident at the east window. There are three or four cases of illness on my back, maybe this is the case that happened. Although he was panicked, Ah Cuo still pretended to have just been woken up from his sleep, with a reluctant look. Squinting her eyes, she said to the nurse and the police officer behind her, "What time is this?" I just fell asleep, is there anything we can say tomorrow? ”

"Your name is Lin Cuo, right? No more delays. The policeman behind the nurse pulled a chair and sat down next to Ah Cuo, and then continued: "A few words, I'll leave after asking, and I won't disturb your rest." If you look at the person in the photo, do you have an impression? As he spoke, the policeman took out a photo from his briefcase and placed it in front of Ah Cuo's eyes.

The photo shows a thin, thin man who looks like a skeletal shelf, and it is a weasel that died at the hands of Ah Cuo more than a week ago......

Originally, Ah mistakenly thought that it would be the murder of those people in his hometown, or the three foreigners who were killed in the hotel by himself (the contact person was also counted on his head). Itachi did this thing the most secretively, and almost no one would connect the two of them together, and he didn't think that it was his case now.

Ah Cuo pretended to look at the weasel in the photo, and in his heart he was expecting that the police would ask such a question for a while, how could he answer so as not to arouse his suspicion.

The police were able to identify themselves with photographs, which meant that he must have evidence that he might have come into contact with the Weasel. In that case, I can't say that I haven't seen a weasel. Thinking of this, Ah Cuo quickly straightened out his thoughts, looked at the skull in the photo and said: "I have a little impression, it seems that seven or eight days ago, I saw him near a container warehouse in Pudong. To be honest, it's been so long, if it weren't for this guy who looks so distinctive, I would have forgotten about him a long time ago. ”

"Oh, what did you say?" The policeman glanced at Ah Cuo, then took out a small notebook, ready to record the rest of the words.

"I didn't say anything," Ah Cuo yawned, rubbed his eyes and pretended to be absent-minded, and continued: "This guy seems to be asking me for directions, but he speaks in foreign languages, and I don't understand what he means." I gestured twice and asked him to ask someone, and I left. ”

After writing a few strokes in the notebook, the policeman suddenly looked up at Ah Cuo and said, "What are you doing in the container warehouse?" ”

Ah Cuo and the police looked at each other, and suddenly a shudder in their hearts. He had seen it before, it was the look of the Weasel when it teased him a week ago. This is not right - Ah Cuo began to think of the phone call Monroe received a few hours earlier, and someone had been sent to investigate the disappearance of the Weasel in the dark night, and the person had already arrived in Shanghai......

This cop is the man of the night! Ah Cuo shouted in his heart. However, he suppressed the horror in his heart, and did not show a trace of uneasiness. At this time, Monroe was not around, and it was up to him to do so. But then again, even if Monroe is in this ward now, eighty percent of it will be on his own.

In order to suppress the uneasy emotions in his heart, the expression on Ah Cuo's face suddenly became impatient. He "poof! He sat up from the bed, and then yelled at the police, "What am I going to do?" I'm going to pick it up! Are you still done in the middle of the night? Who has to choose the third watch in the middle of the night to inquire about things? Don't you sleep, others don't sleep either! Which police station do you belong to? How many sirens? I'll call you right now! ”

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone from under his pillow and looked at the police officer's chest. The policeman obviously didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he closed his notebook and said to Ah Cuo: "Don't get excited, it's me who didn't think it through." In this way, you can rest first, and we will make an appointment tomorrow to talk in detail. ”

As he spoke, he had already gotten up to leave with the nurse. The policeman closed his mouth, but the little nurse did not relent, and the innermost chatter: "The police asked you, can't you answer properly?" Isn't it just that there is a foreign old man boyfriend? What's the big deal? Look at your face like a spy, gay is not ashamed, gay spies can say two things......"

After Ah was admitted to the hospital, Monroe has been guarding the ward. The 'feelings' between two people across nationality and gender have long been spread in the hospital, and Monroe usually pays attention to his appearance, a gentleman's style, and is a good person who is extremely polite to anyone. The little nurse who made the hospital a little fantasy hated Ah Wrong very itching, and it happened that the little nurse who accompanied the police today was the most nymphomaniac. usually looks at Ah Wrong and is not pleasing to the eye, but now he believes that he and Monroe are both foreign spies, and the anger of so many days has exploded all at once.

Hearing that Ah Cuo also had a foreign 'boyfriend', the policeman who had already turned around and was about to leave suddenly turned around. After glancing at Ah Cuo coldly, he said to the little nurse who was still 'speaking up': "There is a foreigner here?" ”

The little nurse nodded and said, "It was the foreigner named 'Smith' who sent Lin Cuo to the hospital in the first place. At that time, he suffered a very serious external injury, his stomach was cut, and his intestines were leaking out. However, before sending it, I had already done first aid treatment, and I heard Director Liu of our emergency room say that the treatment technique is very professional, and he has been doing surgery for 20 years without such means. ”

"Smith......" The policeman's face showed a strange expression, and after smiling coldly at Ah Cuo, he sat back in his chair, stared into Ah Cuo's eyes and said, "Now let's talk about this Smith person." ”

"That's my boss......" The expression on A'Cuo's face finally began to turn unnatural when he said 'Smith'. However, in the eyes of the little nurse, this kind of unnaturalness is an expression that the foreign big money does not dare to admit.

At that moment, the nameless fire of the little nurse was on fire, pointed to Ah Cuo's nose, and said to the police: "Don't listen to his nonsense, there is still a nickname between them." I heard it all, and he called that Smith Monroe. And the two of them also share a wine jug. The flask was carried by that Smith, and the two of them didn't even wipe the spout, so you poured it one bite at a time. You didn't see that scene, oh, you're going to be blind if you look at it......"

After hearing Monroe's words, the policeman sprang up from his chair with a swoop. In just a split second, beads of sweat the size of soybeans slipped down his head. Until now, there are still many people in the Dark Night who don't believe that Monroe is dead. Coupled with the disappearance of the digger Sam not long ago not far from the death of Monroe, the suspicion of whether this No. 1 in the dark night was even more serious. If it weren't for the recent disappearance of the high-ranking executor, the process of investigating Monroe's death would have been opened by this time......