There are a few other places I don't want to go to anymore and I need to keep some mystery alive. I went back to my room, closed the door, burned the instant noodles with a lighter, kneaded them into a very fine powder, evened them out in the water, dipped them in a toothbrush, and then flicked the bristles of the toothbrush and splashed the black water into a mist on the lighter.

Soon the fingerprints were revealed, and I taped them to them and collected them. As I did, I took all the fingerprints from the lighters.

That night, a few of my buddies came to me, and I told them something, so I went down the hill to find a place with a phone, dialed up the Internet, and sent my fingerprint scan to my friend. I need to see if the owner of these fingerprints has a criminal record. Because, if it is someone in our industry, it is likely that he has a criminal record.

In the evening, I stayed in the same guest house as last time. My friend's surname is Mao, and I only met him in recent years, mainly because I hope he will provide some convenience when I am in the relationship with Leizi. He quickly replied to me, and in the email he told me that I had provided seven fingerprints, three of which were the same, four different, maybe four different people, or four different fingers of one person.

He checked the database and found that only one of the fingerprints was recorded. He attached the file of the person who recorded the fingerprints to the mail. I pulled down the vertical bar, and a formal electronic file appeared in front of me, and I saw a somewhat gloomy face.

I was startled for a moment, and suddenly realized that I had seen this face. Fuck, this is the face of that woman, the same woman who spit out my cigarette yesterday. "Girl, it turned out to be you. "I said to myself, and I saw her name, and I found that her surname was Zhang, but there was no record of her name.

It turned out to be the little brother's home. I pulled down the file and read on, this man was my age, who had spent three years in prison in 1998 on charges of intentional wounding and maiming of a person. Her occupation at the time was far from the crime, and she was a trainer at a training institution at the time.

It seems that when I hid things in the temple, she was the one who followed me. I just don't know if it's her who is following me now. After she was released from prison in 2001, the record was blank, but I wasn't out of it.

I saw the phone number of the training institution she worked for on the file, and I searched the website of that training institution. It was an outdoor sports training institution in Hong Kong, and when I opened the trainer page, I saw a lot of familiar faces.

A lot of people I saw in the lama temple, I saw it above. Almost all of the trainers at that institution were in the lama temple, and I also saw a picture of the girl in the list.

It seems that after she was released from prison, she still went to work in the old unit, and the old unit even wanted her. What kind of training institution is that, specializing in training people to disgust me?" Disgusting Wu Xie Training Class", specially teaching people how to disgust Wu Xie?

At this time, I suddenly noticed an amazing detail. I saw that on this page, almost 80% of the trainers turned out to be surnamed Zhang, and at a glance, the surname Zhang was densely packed.

My heart moved, and a bad thought arose. I began to think about these people, and I found that I could not see the hands of these people, these Hong Kong people, they all wore gloves on their hands, and they never took them off.

In that small dilapidated guest house, the Internet speed was very slow, and I slowly opened the web page, and the anxiety that I had not felt for a long time flooded again. I don't know when I've become so calm that I'm scared, because I don't care about myself, no matter how dangerous the environment is.

I went through the most tragic years, I couldn't even pay the utility bills, and now it's much better than now, so it's a big deal to go back to that state, and I can afford any failure. And I won't do life-threatening things, so I've been living quite calmly.

It's only when I see such news, and when I see this kind of news that seems to involve the original secret, I feel very anxious. I looked at the names of these people, and the more I looked at them, the more panicked I became, most Hong Kong people have English names, so most of the names on this page are in English, but the traditional Chinese Chinese names are attached at the bottom.

Almost all the names are very neat three words, Zhang xx, and there is a person in it whose name is Zhang Longsheng. The person on the side who was about the same age as him was named Zhang Longban.

At first glance, it is the same generation of the same family. "Your mother's, the Zhang family's lair, the little brother's family came to look for him?" I touched my face. My brother's family is very large, so do they still have their influence in Hong Kong? However, it seems that they are very mixed in Hong Kong, so they set up a family business and conduct training.

Then what did they design me for? Could it be that they couldn't find the little brother and blamed me for the matter? Then they didn't have to design me, just squash me? If you want to ask me about my whereabouts, I will definitely tell the truth, and if you don't believe me, you can take me along.

I'm very confused in my heart, if they are my brother's clansmen and friends, it's hard to say whether they are friends or foes, and I can't use many of my ruthless tricks.