Chapter 35 Waiting for the Rabbit
The best way to relieve fatigue, taking a bath is the most suitable, busy until the night, Ah Hao finally left from the press conference.
In fact, he has no information to reveal, and his personality is not the kind of extroverted and talkative, thanks to the corresponding help from Taipei, in most cases, as long as he has a straight face and puts on a posture of "I am serious".
"Let's go upstairs, Officer Huang from the Foreign Affairs Team is in the bathroom on the first floor."
Chen Jiaju took a sip of tea and reminded.
"Why is he here?"
"Boss, let Officer Huang eat and live with us."
Speaking of this, Chen Jiaju smiled helplessly: "It would be nice if there was a beautiful policewoman to work with a match, but it's a pity that he is a middle-aged uncle." β
Ground floor, bathroom.
The yellow fire clay was soaked in hot water, and I felt that the whole person had become lighter, but it was not comfortable enough to fall asleep, after all, I was thinking about things.
Live together? As a guide?
These are actually all right, the children don't speak, the wife is divorced, the external pressure is still so great, it's really boring to go home.
At this moment, he was thinking about what Chief Inspector Meng said in the afternoon, with confusion and expectations.
Of course, the most puzzling thing is that the other party said when he finally left the file room:
Wait for the rabbit.
The prey is naturally the pervert who wants to become an immortal by killing, but what is [strain]?
Frankly speaking, after getting along for a long time, Loess Fire's deepest impression of Meng Fan is: God chatters.
Outside the bathroom, staircase.
Ah Hao bumped into Meng Fan and took the initiative to beckon:
"Boss, where are you going to eat in a while?"
"Wander around the night market, remember to wear casual clothes and experience the customs of different places."
"Okay."
After exchanging feelings with Chen Jiaju, Ah Hao had doubts, but he still nodded, because he felt that there would be no problem if he followed the rhythm of the boss.
[We all sit in Mercedes-Benz, all Rolls-Royce, you take Mazda, no wonder you are jammed. If you take a Mazda, you are not qualified to come to our meeting! γ
[After I finish speaking, who is in favor?] Who is against? γ
Yellow Fire Clay ...... Leung Ka-fai......
The moment he saw this face, Meng Fan had already determined that if he really couldn't find a breakthrough, he would wait for work and guard this middle-aged man with the face of an actor, not afraid of no gain.
Besides, his name is well worth scrutinizing.
At least for Meng Fan, who is proficient in the five elements of gossip, this is indeed the case.
After all, the last step in the method of becoming an immortal in the Five Prisons is to find the person who corresponds to his own destiny and let him make a move to kill the living coffin of the body.
Name: Fire Earth.
and the face of the actor.
This is Meng Fan's confidence, confident that as long as he firmly grasps him, the person behind the curtain will have to fall into passivity and have no choice but to come out of the darkness.
In the end, the Black Hand will kill two more people, and it is very likely that more key information will be revealed.
There is no way, Meng Fan is not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, when he first arrived, he took a look at the relevant files, and directly locked the murderer without even touching the corpse...... That's all there is to it.
Speaking of the next person to be killed, he should be committed:
The sin of unfilial piety.
Corresponding to the first three deceased, the target person must have made a fuss, and this is definitely not as simple as ordinary confrontation with parents.
From a realistic point of view, Meng Fan felt that this guy might be gambling with his parents' coffin board, and on top of that, he intensified it, including but not limited to beating the person who gave birth to him.
The scum deserves to be saved at all costs?
Maybe a fair and impartial police officer will choose to treat everyone equally and hand him over to the law to be punished, but Meng Fan undoubtedly can't do it to this extent, he has a benchmark in his heart-
Aside from the rest, there are situations where the law is really unpunishable and can still allow the wicked to go unpunished.
So, it's good to have a clear conscience.
"Sir Meng."
Huang Huotu came out of the bathroom, also changed into civilian clothes, put aside all distractions, and said with a smile:
"Where do you want to eat?"
"The guest is as he pleases, Lao Huang, you can arrange it."
"That'...... Night market bar. β
After getting along for so long, the relationship between several people is not so different, plus Meng Fan and his party speak Chinese neatly, it does increase the scoreββ
Hong Kong Island has been implementing Westernized education for a long time, and nearly 80 percent of students speak Hong Kong-style English, and even if there are schools that teach Chinese, it is Cantonese.
The reality is so helpless.
Because of this, since Meng Fan proposed that everyone could communicate in Chinese, the stuffy gourd yellow fire soil immediately became enthusiastic.
Of course, limited by their own circumstances and personalities, they do have attitudes, but they are almost meaningless when they actually do it, thanks to the fact that the three of them can see each other's intentions.
"No problem, wait a minute, Ah Hao, and drive to the nearest night market later."
"Jiaju, you drive."
As he spoke, a key was thrown into Chen Jiaju's hand.
My two cars are all on Hong Kong Island, and there is no need to check them over, because Taipei will definitely provide scooters:
A Toyota that costs around NT$150,000.
The performance is adequate and unassuming.
It is worth mentioning that the Liang family ...... cough, Huang Huotu didn't drive a Mercedes-Benz, let alone a Rolls-Royce, the car was an old-fashioned Mazda, and the police lights were hung at the critical moment, but it was not a racing car.
In addition, he was considered to have successfully integrated into the group and was eligible to participate in the follow-up investigation.
Raohe Night Market.
Taipei's earliest tourist night market, the streets are full of stalls, it seems crowded but quite like a night market, and the food is also loved by gourmets.
When to take your wife on your honeymoon, you can come and try it, and the one at home is also a snacker.
Meng Fan thought as he grabbed the kiln-baked pepper cake with a crispy crust.
The size of the palm and the thickness is moderate.
When you bite into the filling, the flavor of the soup and pepper bursts in your mouth at the same time!
Fragrant!
On the side, Ah Hao, a middle-aged uncle, actually likes to eat sweets.
Mochi babies.
I bought it in front of a low-key stall near the Land Gong Temple, and the filling was very simple, only sugar, peanut flour, and black sesame seeds, but when I took a bite of the hot stuff, most of the fatigue disappeared immediately.
"There's a small second floor there, let's go upstairs and eat some staple food, anyway, there's a night market below, the store is very good, and it's not forbidden to take out."
Huang Huotu was slightly half a step ahead, took out the attitude that the host should have, and praised enthusiastically: "Stewed pork ribs, stewed mutton with medicine, and braised pork rice are a must." β
"The soup is stewed in traditional Chinese medicine, sweet and rich, the pork ribs and mutton must be paired with bean paste, and the braised pork rice is full of dried meat, my child ......"
Paused in the middle of the conversation.
Loneliness flashed across his face.
However, he quickly adjusted, and it had been a few years since that incident, and no matter how uncomfortable it was, it had not yet reached the point where he could not socialize.
Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, Meng Fan saw that his family was not harmonious, but he didn't ask Lao Huang, after all, if they work together later, the relationship will become more and more familiar, and when the time comes, it will come naturally, not abruptly.
Hearing [child], combined with the other party's flashing ugly face, Ah Hao, who was gnawing on mochi, was also a little lonely, feeling that he and Lao Huang might be difficult brothers.