Lou Yuxin hurriedly unfolded the carefully folded note, and Liang Yuanque also hurried over to take a look.

It reads, "Save Su, Fuhai Hotel." ”

This is indeed Lou Yating's handwriting, and the words she sent do prove that Su Qingling was taken away by Young Master Lei's people.

She only said to save "Su", did she know that Teacher Tan was with them?

"But, where is the Fuhai Hotel?" Lou Yuxin couldn't help but ask.

Yes, the whole city is so big, there are dozens of large hotels alone, and there are six or seven famous restaurants, and the name Fuhai seems to be ordinary, and it does not appear among the famous restaurants and restaurants.

It can be a little difficult to find.

But Liang Yuanque thought of it in a flash, "I know where it is!" ”

He stopped the driver and got out of the car, and said to Lou Yuxin, "You take the note back to the police station, and ask Inspector Fu to take someone to Changhua Road, where there is a Fuhai Hotel, and what classmate Lou said must be there." ”

Lou Yuxin grabbed him, "How are you sure it's there?" ”

The name of this restaurant seems too commonplace, maybe there is more than one.

Liang Yuanque raced against time, and he didn't have time to explain to him, so he could only say, "Since you believe me, believe it to the end!" ”

Lou Yuxin nodded, so he asked the driver to go back to the police station quickly.

Liang Yuanque last night, according to the explanation of the Huang family's housekeeper and what the police heard from the phone, he roughly judged a location.

Back to last night, the butler finally explained that there were a few times before when he followed the master to make a deal with the "master".

They drove the girl who had fainted in advance to a secluded alley and waited for someone to pick her up.

Liang Yuanque found the neighborhood of the alley from the map, there were both residents and shops, but because of the geographical location, I heard from the housekeeper that this place was not prosperous.

The location of the alley pointed out by the housekeeper. Also in the deepest part of the block.

It sounds like a great place for Tibetans.

After that, he looked at the report of the telephone bureau, and sure enough, it showed that the telephone signal was in this neighborhood.

Combined with the sound of donkey hooves that the police officer heard on the phone, he thought that there must have been a vendor selling charcoal and firewood who had passed by.

These hawkers move around the city selling charcoal, usually with donkey carts.

However, at that time, the time of the call was already at night, and the hawkers rarely sold charcoal on the street at this point, and the police could hear this sound, which should have been caused by the hawkers passing by when they returned home after closing their business, indicating that there were charcoal vendors living nearby.

Liang Yuanque went out last night to find out, which one on this street was a charcoal vendor.

Last night, after he and Zhuang You came out, by asking passers-by, he found that in this alley, there lived an old man selling charcoal, who led a donkey cart out every day to sell.

This is a one-way alley, and the sound of a donkey cart can appear on the phone because the old man is leading the donkey by, so the location they are looking for must be in front of the old man's house selling charcoal.

This time the scope was narrowed again, and there were only four houses in front of the old man's house, and at this time, there were faint lights from the windows of three households, and only one was dark.

Liang Yuanque locked his eyes on the house that didn't turn on the lights, he asked Zhuang Youjie to wait outside, and he picked the window lock and climbed in.

The house was already empty, and because the room was very narrow, the phone was placed on the shoe cabinet at the door, and it was because of this that they could hear the sound of the door.

Someone in the room had smoked, because all the windows were closed, and the smell of smoke was still quite strong, Liang Yuanque went to touch the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and found that a few filters were still wet, and the other party should have just left.

There is a high probability that the place is right, but unfortunately this is not their main position, at best it can only be regarded as a transit station.

This did not hide the girl, nor did it kill people's blood.

Liang Yuanque opened the door and let Zhuang Youjie in, and he began to wander around to see if he could find clues.

There are all the facilities in this house, but there is obviously no fire in the kitchen, and there is a bed in the bedroom without mattresses and bedding.

The bathroom was used, and there were two woven bags thrown in it.

One of them contained some paper lunch boxes and other messy garbage, and the other contained collected wine bottles.

It seems that they usually wait here for someone like the Huang family to deliver the goods, but they won't live here, at most they will buy something to eat in the restaurant.

Zhuang Youjie was like the tail of Liang Yuan's sparrow, following his ass curiously, and when he saw the bag containing garbage, he let out a "Huh?" ”

"What's wrong?" Liang Yuanqi asked him.

He reached out and pulled the woven bag on the ground, "This is the bag of Liang Kee Trading House." ”

Liang Yuanque saw the words written on it, "Do you know where Liang Ji Trading House is?" ”

"I know, but it's quite far from here," Zhuang Youjie thought for a while and said, "And this is obviously a bag for loading, they are stupid to run so far and buy so many things to bring back." ”

Liang Yuanque originally wanted to say that it shouldn't be troublesome to come by car, but Zhuang Youjie's words did remind him.

Yes, people here only come here regularly and don't stay for a while, so why do they have to travel long distances and buy a lot of things?

These two bags may not have been brought with them to buy something, or they brought them with them to hold the garbage.

But such a big bag, and there are very few commercial houses to give it for free, and it can only be brought out when you buy something.

Zhuang Youjie saw that he was silent, fell into deep thought again, and couldn't help but say, "Shall I go, Liang Ji Commercial Bank also has something to do with the case?" ”

"No, maybe that's the case," Liang Yuanque already had some speculation, "that is, their main position is actually near Liang Kee Trading House, and these bags are just taken from there." ”

Liang Yuanque asked Zhuang Youjie to talk about the location of Liang Kee Commercial Bank, it is in a relatively prosperous commercial street, the neighborhood is full of merchants, there is no home, to say Tibetans, or even secretly kill people, it is impossible, right?

But many people will take advantage of this misunderstanding, many things are impossible at first glance, and they have to go against the public's thinking.

In this way, the best protection is formed.

Liang Yuanque relied on the fact that there were few people in the old city and would not be seen, so it was all the way to the wall, and the time to the main city was estimated to be faster than Lou Yuxin's.

The commercial street where Liang Kee Commercial Bank is located is called Changhua Road, and there is a small restaurant called "Fuhai Hotel".

Liang Yuanque ran all the way over, panting under the sign of the Fuhai Hotel.

Leung Kee & Co. deals mainly in food raw materials and seasonings, and his customers are all nearby restaurants.

He went to Fuhai Hotel with Zhuang Youjie last night, but there are too many hotels and restaurants here, and there is no way to judge it.

Fortunately, Lou Yating desperately spread the news.

At this time, it was almost time to eat, and the restaurant was very lively, who would have thought that in such a simple and unpretentious small restaurant, there would be a terrorist murder factory hidden.

Liang Yuanque planned to disguise himself as a diner and go in to improvise and find a way to investigate, but as soon as he walked in, someone behind him tightly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The vision in front of him gradually blurred, the nasal cavity was filled with the sweet smell of chloroform, and Liang Yuanque's hands and feet gradually lost strength.

The hotel was full of people, and a moment before he lost consciousness, he heard the man behind him say apologetically,

"I'm sorry, my brother is not in good health......"