Chapter 170: Life is short, death is fast

The door was split open by a fire axe, and the conscientious construction contractor did not cut corners in the use of materials for the wooden door, which cost the firefighters a lot of effort.

The head of a fire commander slapped off a disobedient man's cigarette that he had just taken a few puffs of in his mouth, and the cigarette butt was knocked off and the slap was slapped his face. The two of them scuffled, Huang Youhuan saw this, took out his documents, and said loudly, I am Huang Youhuan, a criminal policeman, please let me go and perform official duties.

Huang Youhuan's name is now one of the hot topics on the streets of Bangkok, and many people have seen or heard of his gossip news at this moment. When I saw the deity today, everyone rushed to Huang Youhuan, and some people shouted, what a bullshit criminal policeman, you are a scumbag. Yes, now the newspapers and the Internet call him a scumbag.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huang Youhuan ran away. While he managed to attract the attention of the crowd, the firefighters had already gone in and turned off the gas, and a breathless woman was carried out of the house.

Dressed neatly, her long hair that wasn't spread out like usual was now tied up, and the firefighters carried her towards the elevator, followed by a large crowd of onlookers.

Huang Youhuan desperately wanted to look up in the corridor on the fourth floor, he leaned back and poked his head out of the corridor, but unfortunately, he still couldn't see anything. The firefighters began to spray dry ice, and Huang Youhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the rescue is quite timely, there should be no major incident. He thought to himself.

As the ambulance drove away, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. Night has fallen, the lights are on, and Bangkok's cannibalistic feast will begin a new cycle.

Huang Youhuan took out his ID and persuaded the last firefighter to leave. They also withdrew. The police who received the call to the police still did not come.

Shiya's room is not big, and it can't be compared with what Huang Youhuan rented for her before. There weren't many things in it, a few boxes, some clothes, shoes, bags, and a lot of cosmetics and lipsticks and perfumes that I couldn't name and couldn't read the logo.

With the experience of the police, Huang Youhuan quickly found a place to hide condoms, and there are many more. But there were no drugs, and if there were, he was going to help her hide them.

A letter that was originally placed on the table was sprayed up by the firefighters' strong air current, floated up and down, and was blown to the corner of the wall under the bed.

This is written by Shiya, and it should be a unique letter. folded it and put it in the envelope, she didn't seal it, it said, To: Huang Youhuan, the captain of the Bangkok Criminal Police Brigade, did not make a payment, and there was no sender.

Huang Youhuan searched carefully again, but found nothing important. He walked out of the house just in time to meet a timid girl waiting for him at the door.

"You, you, you're her ......," the girl asked Huang Youhuan with some fear and curiosity.

"Oh, I'm a cop!" Huang Youhuan tried his best to make an expression of indifference, and his heart was extremely heavy at the moment.

"No, you're not. You're a scumbag in the newspaper......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" , Huang Youhuan interrupted her, he didn't want to deal with this girl, and strode out.

Walking to the elevator entrance, the elevator had not yet come down, he lowered his head, lowered the brim of his hat, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and when he looked back, the girl was still standing at the door of 503 in a daze, looking around.

Huang Youhuan's heart moved, he walked over to her, came to her, took out his documents, and handed them to the girl with wet hair who had just washed her hair.

The girl took a closer look, presumably she had never seen what a real police officer ID looked like.