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Without further ado. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mark gets the keys to Kentaro Yamamoto's apartment in San Francisco, and he leaves Yamamoto's house and heads straight to downtown San Francisco.

As soon as the car drove past San Francisco International Airport, a siren suddenly sounded on the highway, and a dark green Chevrolet flashed its police lights, followed the marker, and signaled him to pull over.

A man and a woman got out of the car. The female Mark has dealt with, the female sheriff of Mountain View.

Mark sat in the car and didn't move.

When the officers approached the car, Mark lowered the window.

The Asian man spoke first: "I'm Ryuta Hirakawa, a San Francisco police detective. He said, "This is Jessica Bosser." ”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. Jessica said.

"Good afternoon. Mark replied lazily, "Am I speeding?"

Jessica ignored Mark's teasing, and she asked bluntly, "You went to see Shusuke Yamamoto today, didn't you?"

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said, "So what?"

"What did you talk about?"

"I just visited my neighbors and chatted a few words. ”

"Neighbors?"

"I've been living in Hillsborough for the past few days, looking after Chris's babies! ”

"Mark Smith, don't play this low-IQ game with me!" Jessica looked like an enraged lioness.

"What? Don't sprinkle the anger of being rejected by Yamamoto on me. ”

Ryota and Jessica looked at each other, motioning for her not to be impulsive, and then said to Mark, "Please, Mr. Smith, if you will cooperate, we will be very grateful." ”

"I'm not obligated to help the police find out!"

Jessica said, "You!"

Mark smiled and said, "I thought the police liked to play red and white, why do they also sing black face now?"

"We are investigating Mr. Yamamoto's son, who is missing, and maybe you know something that can help solve the case," Ryuta said. ”

Mark was silent. Because of the help of the "hermit", he understood perfectly well that the policeman who had no clue was now like an ant on a hot pan.

Seeing that Mark was unmoved, Ryuta didn't say anything anymore. On the one hand, they just want to try their luck, and on the other hand, Jessica wants Mark to know that the police are watching him, too.

Mark looked sideways at the police and said, "Is there anything else?"

Jessica pressed down as if she was about to bite. But she took a pen out of her pocket and wrote something, and when she was done, she looked up and said, "Mr. Smith!" As if a skilled traffic policeman, she handed a piece of paper to Mark, "This is a ticket." ”

Fifteen minutes later, Mark watched as the trailer pulled his jaguar away, and he was left in a rest area by Jessica on the side of the highway.

Ryuta glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Jesse, you let that arrogant guy deflat!"

Jessica nodded and said, "But he did overdrive." ”

An hour or so, Mark meets Eddie's Cadillac.

The first thing Eddie said was, "Oh my God, how fast are you driving?"

Mark huffed and said, "I followed the traffic (5)!

Mark sat in the passenger seat, and Eddie drove the car. Without waiting for a moment, Mark said angrily, "Hurry up!"

"Fast!?" Despite the question, Eddie knew each other well, and he stepped on the gas pedal as the car drove into traffic again.

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Two blocks from Kentaro Yamamoto's apartment, Mark's phone rang.

"Dada, did you miss me?"

Pierre's voice came out of the microphone.

"If you want to die, just say it!"

"......" Pierre noticed that Mark seemed to be in a very bad mood, and he quickly changed the subject, "Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"There was a bit of a delay on the way, and I'll call you when I get there. Without waiting for Pierre to reply, Mark cut off the phone.

Mark hung up the phone and sighed, though he had told Eddie most of what had happened in Los Angeles with Eddie, who had returned from Alaska, he hadn't said anything about Claire Rickon. He knew that Eddie was obsessed with Claire.

Yamamoto's apartment is owned by Yamamoto, and the building administrator, who was notified in advance, gave Mark the door and let them go upstairs alone.

When you come to the door, a conspicuous yellow police sticker is attached to the door.

Mark ripped open the seal, pushed the door open, and entered.

Add hesitated slightly, thinking that this was the first time he had broken the law, but he followed.

To be honest, the people in the room who should have been searched have been searched by the police.

Kentaro Yamamoto's apartment is completely devoid of any Oriental flair, typical of an American single man's room. Entering the door is the dining table, and in the sink there are still unwashed plates, which are clearly stained with traces of some kind of sauce. In front of the floor-to-ceiling broken glass window was a computer desk, leaving a mess on it, and it could be seen that the police had taken the computer.

Behind the computer chair is a floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains are drawn, and the room is a little dark.

Mark walked over and pulled back the curtains.

Suddenly, the room suddenly opened up.

"Wow!" Eddie was attracted by the view in front of him, it turned out that this window was facing the pier, and the view was excellent, and this was the best viewing platform during "Fleet Week (6)". ”

Mark nodded, "I heard that's why he chose to live here." ”

In fact, it can be seen from the posters in the room and some miniatures placed that Kentaro Yamamoto is a military fan.

After Addie's eyes were appreciative, he returned to business, and he asked, "What are we looking for?"

Mark pulls out his phone and calls Pierre, showing the name Cock Fool!

Pierre didn't speak this time, honestly waiting for instructions.

"We're here!"

"We?"

Mark turned his phone to speakerphone: "Pierre Varane, this is Eddie Eastwood." ”

Eddie said into the phone, "Hello, Mr. Hermit, I have admired the name for a long time!"

"Hah, pony, do you see, there are still people who know the goods!"

Mark frowned, held back what he wanted to say, and changed his words: "Say, what are you looking for?"

"Yamamoto has been a military fan since he was a teenager, and he was registered with a military BBS in Japan, but he dived for many years and occasionally spoke. Until ......"

Add asked, "Until?"

"Until the beginning of last year, he left a message on the forum, and the original words were ......" The sound of keypad tapping came from the phone, "The original words were 'I'm looking for strength, strong enough to fight the tiger!'"

Eddie said, "Strength?"

"Tiger ......" Mark put a question mark in his heart, does the tiger represent Yamamoto Tiger - his father?

"Lots of messages...... Some people asked him why he sought strength, and some people asked him what kind of power he wanted? I found the Russian word 'dark stone' in his private message, and the other party said that the dark stone could give him his wish and give him strength. The two agreed to meet on one of the days of the 'Fleet Week' aboard the Preb (7). ”

Add asked, "And then?"

"Then there were no more messages, messages, or private messages on the Internet. Pierre paused: "However, I found a comment that Yamamoto left on his Facebook page in 2014, mentioning his habit of taking notes on paper, and I think what happened is likely that he wrote it down in his diary." I checked the police investigation report and the list of search exhibits, and there was no diary in it. So, the diary must still be in his room, and you're responsible for finding it. ”

The man's room, the place where the secret is hidden—"under the bed?" said Eddie.

"It's not an adolescent boy, he has yellow books, he won't be discovered, and he has to be able to get them. ”

Eddie gripped his chin and tried to start thinking: If it were him, where would he hide something important?

Eddie and Mark set out to search the room, with Add in the bedroom and Mark in the living room.

The phone was placed on the table.

The room is full of models of airplanes and ships. Mark looked for clues without breaking them.

Add rummaged through the bookshelves, closets, and drawers.

Time passed, and nothing was found.

Mark sighed and asked Pierre on the other end of the line, "Can you help me look for it, tell me something about Yamamoto's habits or anomalies." ”

"I'm busy, okay!" said Pierre, "I'm still looking at the nightclub surveillance footage provided by the Yamamoto team, I've spent the whole day browsing it, and I feel like my eyes are bleeding......"

During this time, Pierre had been browsing through a lot of information. Despite all his words, like his "chariot", his memory engine was turned on and began to work effectively.

"It's a little weird!"

"What?"

"He likes to eat Chinese food. ”

Mark said angrily, "What's so strange about this! I still like to eat it!"

Add then walked over from the bedroom and overheard their conversation.

"I also like to eat Chinese, Japanese, Indian and Italian food...... Eat this today, try that tomorrow, but my favorite is French food. He threw out the theory, "Taste has a memory, and I am used to eating things that are definitely my favorites, and of course, French food itself is great!"

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I mean, as a Japanese he eats Chinese food a little bit more often, and I have his credit card records here, and if you see the money he spends on Chinese restaurants and Chinese takeaways, you're going to think it's a little bit weird like me. If he Chinese, he would understand......"

While Pierre was still babbling on the other end of the phone, Mark suddenly noticed something, and he walked to the cabinet, where there was a round bronze tripod that Chris had seen in a souvenir of his trip to China. Chris had told himself that the lines on the bronze tripod were a monster, a monster that could eat anything and was very good at eating.

He opened the lid and touched it with his hand.

Add also saw it and asked excitedly, "What did you find?"

Mark looked disappointed, but there was no diary in it that recorded the secret of his master. However, there was a cloth bag inside, and Mark opened it to see that there was a "finger" inside, blue.

I don't remember "Intel's blue man", it's that kind of blue.

In addition to the bizarre color, the fingers are just like the real thing, lifelike.

Mark thought it was weird, why was there such a strange thing in it.

He looked at the bronze ding again, and there was a key inside, and the key carried a sign with two Chinese characters "Hongyun".

Chinese characters, they can't understand them.

Eddie blurted out, "If Chris were ......"

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, Chris knew Chinese characters, but unfortunately she wasn't there.

"What? Kanji? Send me a picture and I'll take a look. Pierre said.

"You know?"

"Hmph, you're really underestimating me. ”

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Half an hour ago.

Ryota's car drove up the Bay-Bridge, and he and Jessica headed to Oakland in the East Bay.

During the Spanish colonial era, Oakland was home to lavish buildings and wealthy white farmers, but today, Oakland has the highest crime rate in the United States. During World War II, the military-industrial complex here was in dire need of labor, and blacks flocked to Oakland to become factory workers. After the war, former Flying Tigers who had returned home founded the Hell's Angels,8 the largest biker organization in the United States, and they transformed from a mere Harley-Davidson sorority to a multinational organized crime gang, with Oakland being an important stronghold. With the advent of the economic crisis, Auckland's unemployment rate has risen, and the crime rate has naturally skyrocketed. In response to the growing crime, the local police department hired a group of police officers from the south, but these officers followed the same style as their hometown, which led to an unprecedented increase in ethnic conflicts, and blacks even formed the "Black Panther Party", an armed self-defense force. In the '80s, a large number of Latinos from Mexico were smuggled into the old Spanish-speaking quarters, and in the '90s, before Hong Kong's handover, triads also came. Now it's all in order, the crime rate is soaring year by year, and residents living in Auckland are not living in Auckland if their homes haven't been robbed four or five times.

First of all, in 2011, the first Chinese female mayor of Auckland was elected, and the law and order in the Chinese district did improve, but the mayor was accused of "cleaning up the snow before his door";

These histories are naturally very clear to people like Jessica and Ryuta, who are in the police.

Ronta's car drove past International Boulevard, a street dominated by black gangs, deserted during the day and transformed into Oakland's famous red-light street, the largest market for children, where street women are often minors who are abducted and forced into prostitution. Many parents drove around the street every day to find their missing daughter, and the incident was made into a documentary, and the release of the documentary made the situation slightly better, and the gangster pimps relented a little, and then intensified, like graffiti everywhere on the street, this cancer has not been eradicated.

"Nine streets", that's what is written on the street signs, Chinese characters.

So you know you've arrived in the Chinese quarter.

Ryota parked his car in front of a building.

At the head of the door is Huaxing International Trade Company, and there are commercial houses on both sides of the first floor, ginseng medicine stores and department store shoes and hat shops. Above the third floor are private clinics, which can be seen from the various signs on the glass, such as Western medicine, dentistry, ophthalmology, obstetrics and gynecology, and pediatrics...... It's all there, and they're all MDs. Who would have thought that this inconspicuous old building was once the studio of Feng Ru (9), the birthplace of Chinese aviation.

The elevator is right at the door, probably because it will receive patients, and this elevator is larger and deeper than usual.

Ryuta and Jessica went up to the fifth floor.

The sign reads: Medical Plastic Surgery Specialist - Dr. Chen Hua.

They were here today to talk to the doctor named Chen Hua, whose clinic specialized in residual limb surgery, and Kentaro Yamamoto's dead bodyguard had traveled to this clinic in Auckland many times to get treatment in order to repair his stump - little finger. He lost his little finger when he made a stupid mistake, a traditional confession for Japanese yakuza that is rare now. As for why a Japanese gangster went to the Chinese clinic to see a doctor, Jessica has always had questions, and judging by the number of visits, it seems that the number of visits is more.

Pushing open the door, they walked inside.

At the front desk, a Latina woman with heavy makeup is answering the phone, with oily black hair and broad shoulders. Wearing low-cut clothes, the fabric is still fluttering, in short, she doesn't look like a receptionist at a clinic, but like a street girl.

The voice of heavy makeup was very monotonous, and she repeated what she said to the other party.

Long Tai stepped forward, and just wanted to show off his police badge, he stretched out his empty hand with heavy makeup, and his carefully trimmed long nails stood up in front of Long Tai's eyes, signaling him to wait first.

Hung up the phone with heavy makeup, squeezed out a regular smile at the guests who came to the door, and Ryuta just wanted to speak, but the phone rang again, and it kept ringing.

"Can't stop?" she complained as she picked up the phone, and then she started to apologize incessantly, and finally her voice seemed to be on the verge of screaming.

Ryota gave Jessica a look, and he left the counter and quietly walked to the clinic.

The clinic is small and clean, with consultation rooms, imaging rooms, examination rooms with various instruments, and the innermost treatment room.

Nothing out of the ordinary didn't look like it, and Ryuta walked back to the front desk.

At this time, Heavy Makeup finally finished the call. She looked up and saw Jessica's police badge showing up, and her expression was slightly surprised.

"We would like to talk to Dr. Chen Hua. ”

"I don't know where Dr. Chen is, and no one answers her calls! She is never late, and she doesn't miss a doctor, at least she will call me......"

"You mean she didn't come to work?"

"Yes, the patient queue is full today, but I arrived at the clinic early in the morning and didn't see Dr. Chen. "You can also see it, the phone calls keep coming in, I can only explain to the patient that Dr. Chen is not there, I have to cancel all appointments, and then reschedule the consultation time, why did I go out and turn the sky upside down?"

Ryuta asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Heavy makeup raised her hand again, showed the wedding ring on her hand, and said ostentatiously: "I got married last week, and Dr. Chen gave me a vacation to enjoy a sweet honeymoon." ”

"Congratulations!" Jessica quickly interjected, "You mean she hasn't been to the clinic in days?"

Heavy makeup rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, and said, "Wait a minute." ”

She walked out of the clinic shaking her big fart, her high heels ten centimeters tall.

After a while, she walked back with a few newspapers in her hand and said, "This newspaper has been backlogged in the bulletin box for three days, and Dr. Chan takes it back to her grandmother every day." ”

"You didn't call the police?"

"Nope. Heavy makeup quickly understood what the police meant, and her face instantly lost color, and she shouted: "You mean that Dr. Chen has an accident? is missing? My God, the Virgin Mary!"

She drew a cross on her chest and said with remorse: "I didn't expect that just answering the phone would make me anxious, I didn't think of that layer." ”

Jessica took out a photo for heavy makeup to recognize, and said, "Do you know this patient?"

Photos of bodyguards.

"Ah, I know his name. With that, she clicked into the doctor's office with catwalks, holding a box in her hand, which contained a meaty finger, "This is his prosthetic finger, he always said that it was uncomfortable to wear, so the doctor did it again several times, and he was going to try it on today!"

Ryuta caught a glimpse of the advertising leaflet placed in the front desk, which showed a photo of a blue prosthetic leg.

"How is it blue?"

"When you take the impression, it's blue, but when it's done, it's flesh-colored, and you can see that it's like a real finger. As she spoke, she shook the box, her fingers shaking slightly inside.

Jessica asked, "Does this patient usually come alone?"

"No!" she replied quickly, smiling ambiguously, "It's a handsome guy who came with him, I think he's a little interesting to us doctors, and I've advised doctors to try dating him." ”

"What about the doctor's attitude?"

"The doctor was very conservative, and she also said he was Japanese. "I told her what happened to the Japanese, I dated black, white, and Latina guys, and if it wasn't for the engagement, maybe I'd try the Japanese." ”

Jessica glanced at Long Tai, who cleared her throat and said, "What about Dr. Chen's family, have you called them to ask about the situation?"

Dr. Chan lives alone, and her residence is a fifteen-minute walk away. ”

"Didn't you say she took the newspaper home every day to her grandmother?"

"Well, she sent it over, but she doesn't live with them, she needs private space too, you know!"

"Please give us the address of her residence, as well as the contact information of her family. ”

"Okay. Heavy makeup took out a pen with a fur ornament and wrote the address and phone number on the stationery with the hospital's address.

It reads: Hongyun Martial Arts Hall.

Leaving the clinic, they went to Chen Hua's small second-story apartment, where Long Tai asked some questions from the Chinese landlord, who said that it seemed that he had not seen Dr. Chen all weekend. Immediately afterward, the landlord led them upstairs and opened the door with a spare key.

Ryuta pushed the door open and entered. The room is not big, as is the clinic, clean and tidy. There are many awards and trophies on the bookshelf, and there are a lot of them, all of which are Chen Hua's outstanding performance in school. Medical books and journals were placed on the table in the room, and the answering machine next to it flashed to show that there were new messages.

Jessica saw a cardboard box on the table with medical rubber gloves inside, which was really worthy of the doctor's home. Jessica pulled out a pair from it, through the blue gloves, she pressed the play button to listen, there were three messages, the first one was obviously left by a woman named Betty, it could be heard from the voice that it was heavy makeup, she shared a wedding speech, and then thanked Chen Hua for the gift...... The other two were Chinese messages, Jessica and Longtai couldn't understand them, and the landlord outside the door explained to them that one of them was called by Chen Hua's family, asking her why she didn't come to the house for dinner, and if there was an arrangement for the weekend...... Another message was made by an unknown man, who sounded like he had a good relationship, mentioned music in the discourse, and finally said not to forget the agreed time.

Obviously, Chen Hua has arrangements for the weekend.

It took them fifteen minutes and didn't find any useful information in Chen Hua's apartment, so they had to move on to their next destination.

When they arrived outside the Fortune Martial Arts Gym, Jessica and Ryuta saw familiar figures again—Mark Smith and Eddie Eastwood, who were leaving the Martial Arts Gym.

Ryuta looked around, and sure enough, he found a white car on the corner, the plainclothes agent he had sent to follow Mark Smith.

"Is it your man?"

"Yes. ”

"Oh my God," said Jessica, "they're too obvious, aren't they? ”

"Isn't it? ”

Mark Smith's eyes looked at the corner of the street, and it was obvious that he had spotted the police officer who was watching, and he got into the car with a nonchalant look.

"They should really go back to the police academy and re-study. ”

"Don't be so strict, it's hard to recruit people now, and the police force itself is not enough. ”

This is a common problem in the United States.

Ryuta sighed and said, "What the hell does this Smith know?"

Thoughts kept popping up in Jessica's head.