Later, she learned that the people here are not simple, most of the people here have more than one identity, but they live a simple life here incognito. Maybe one day someone here will appear in the newspaper and be arrested on such and such a charge. Therefore, they usually do not enter here during the day, and even the police do not dare to approach it lightly. Because this is the cemetery of the police.

Parking the car in the basement garage, a young man in a black suit trotted up. "Miss Leng, the boss is waiting for you on the third floor. ”

Leng Xinyou nodded and handed the car keys to the young man, and then walked into the villa.

Coming to the third floor, near the end of the hallway, there is a double door, which is a classical European design. Leng Xinyou knocked on the door. "Enter"

A low, hoarse male voice came from within, answering crisply and neatly, and his voice was emotionless.

"BOSS, are you looking for me?" is a very formulaic tone, compared to the man's emotionless voice, Leng Xinyou is much more loving than him.

"Now you have something to do now, and I have other things for you to do. ”

For this arrangement, Leng Xinyou was not surprised at all, because she had already received the news before.

"Yes. I just don't know what kind of things the boss will arrange for me?"

Although he had some doubts in his heart, he couldn't see any mistakes on Leng Xinyou's face.

"The character this time is very simple, you just need to investigate the identity of this person, and you don't need to do anything else. It's still the old rule, when you're done, what you deserve will be credited to your account. ”

"Yes. "I took the information and was about to go out coldly, but I was stopped as soon as I walked to the button.

"You and I can do this freely, and no one else is allowed to divulge it. ”

"Yes. ”

"Go ahead!"

Leng Xinyou nodded and walked out, closing the door. I couldn't figure it out. How mysterious is this ink Cambodian death?

Otherwise, why this information?

Leng Xinyou looked at the information in his hand in a daze, because except for a simple description of Mo Khan's death, everything else here was blank, and he didn't even know what year this person was born. This made Leng Xinyou a little curious about the mystery of this ink Cambodian death.

Starting the engine, the car slowly used to make use of this luxurious villa.

It's not difficult to get close to Mo Cambodia, this person really doesn't seem to be a little wary of her, on the third day she received the task, she 'encountered' Mo Cambodia on the street, he was dining in a restaurant, there was no one around, Leng Xinyou pretended to be very surprised to meet him, and then the two began to say a few words of greeting, and ate together.

When they were separated, Leng Xinyou returned to the place where he had just sat and copied the fingerprints on the cup that Mo Cambodia had just used with transparent glue.

Leng Xinyou felt sorry for Mo Cambodia to do this, but this was the task given to her by the organization, and she had to do it again.

She has almost investigated Mo Cambodia in the past two days, but to write the investigation is clearer, she needs to enter his villa, but to enter his study, you must have his permission, otherwise, you must have his fingerprints to enter.

It seems that this ink Khan death is really not simple, otherwise he would not be so careful.