MTL - Rebirth In The Novel: Indulging The Female Side Character-Chapter 294

The deceased is not old enough, and there are obvious bruises on his neck. He should be hanging up and dying.

A middle-aged man was kneeling beside the deceased, looking sad and crying.

Shao Inspector glanced around the room and asked, "What happened?"

The principal of the museum, Bai Jie, met with the inspector, and immediately went forward.

"Shao Inspector is the woman who committed suicide by herself and has nothing to do with our library."

White sister’s face is full of sorrow, she is really angry.

This person has to commit suicide in her shack, and her business is not yet affected.

Shao Inspector gave her a look: "Speak more."

Bai Jie did not dare to complain, and quickly explained: "The woman had just been sold to the museum tonight, we have not done anything, we found that she hanged in the room."

The words of Bai Jie have not been finished yet, and the middle-aged man immediately grabbed her words.

The person who spoke was Liu Taian.

He saw that the inspector was an inspector and should be able to take the lead for him.

Liu Taian’s anger is difficult: “Inspector, my daughter must have been forced to die by them.”

“This restaurant must be colluding with the people of Hongmen and selling my daughter to this pickled place.”

Liu Taian’s chest was undulating and his eyes were red.

After he chased the car out, the car disappeared immediately.

Liu Taian had a bad hunch and looked around for Liu Wei’s whereabouts.

Someone told him that he seemed to see his daughter in this museum.

Liu Taian immediately rushed.

However, in order to avoid being humiliated, Liu Wei has already hanged in the room.

Shao Inspector listened to Liu Taian’s constant number of falling gates.

However, the more he listened, the more he felt that something went wrong.

As far as he knows, although the work of Hongmen is unrequited, it is not going to be a big thing on this little thing.

Liu Taian’s daughter was taken away, and with his own strength, how could he find it so quickly.

It is clear that there are people who guide him to come to this restaurant and want to make things big.

And Liu Taian is just a piece of chess that is used by people.

This matter involves the door, which means that this is not an ordinary suicide case.

He must report to the three.

San Shao had just returned to Shanghai yesterday, and should be at the Imperial Army.

Shao Inspector left his men to deal with the scene, and he immediately returned to the central capture room.

The rain in the night is still falling, the rain is mixed with the wind, and the cold is hard to be.

During the heavy rains at night, the phone call of the Warlord’s study room suddenly sounded.

Lu Huai walked over and picked up the phone.

At the end of the phone, the voice of Shao Inspector came: "Three less."

Lu Huai Ying Sheng.

Inspector Shao immediately said: "There is a case related to Hongmen."

Lu Huai frowned. "You said."

Inspector Shao: "The father of the deceased owes a lot of money to the casino."

"But the Hongmen Casino has always given the gambler a three-day debt repayment period."

After a pause, Shao Inspector continued: "Tonight, when the time has not arrived, someone will take the deceased and take the debt."

Lu Huai’s voice sank: “Follow it.”

Inspector Shao: "The girl was sold to the shack, and now she has been hanged and killed."

Shao Inspector remembered the tragic situation of the deceased.

Although he has seen many people die, this time the scene still makes him feel tight.

The deceased were not old, but they died so badly.

The deceased became a victim because of his father’s fault and the use of his heart.

Inspector Shao said: "The father of the deceased is now making a big noise and the impact on the gate is extremely bad."

After listening to the inspector of Shao, the Lu Huai did not immediately speak.

He does not think that this is what Hongmen did, but it is like a bureau that others gave to Hongmen.

Lu Huai: "You should continue to stare at this matter, maybe someone wants to start with the door."

Lu Huai and Shao Inspector’s ideas coincide.

Shao Inspector followed up on the follow-up of this case, while Lu Huai proceeded to investigate the door from other aspects.

The heavy rain outside is still falling, and the mist is overhanging Shanghai.

It seems to cast a shadow over the whole thing.

......

Ye Jiarou did not find what Mr. Mo wanted in the room of Sulan.

She can only contact Mr. Mo to see what should be done next.

Ye Gongguan is a Ye Chu people, they will monitor themselves.

Ye Jiarou did not dare to use the phone at home, but found a head and went outside.

Ye Jiarou was extremely cautious. She went around the road to the telephone office and was ready to call Mr. Mo.

She remembered the appearance of Mr. Mo’s murder that night, and he was timid.

Ye Jiarou still dialed the phone.

She listened awkwardly to the movement there.

After a while, the phone was picked up, but there was no voice on the opposite side.

Ye Jiarou knew that Mr. Mo was cautious, so he spoke first.

There was a trace of uneasiness in her words: "Mr. Mo."

The voice of Mo Qinghan came from the other end of the phone, and it was extremely cold: "What?"

Ye Jia softened her mind: "I didn't find the instrument in Sulan's room."

After a pause, Mo Qinghan’s voice fell: “Have you been discovered?”

Ye Jiarou immediately said: "I am extremely careful to make sure no one sees."

Mo Qinghan's voice is extremely cold: "If you can't find it in Yegongguan, go to the Yejia Mansion."

Mo Qinghan means that Ye Jiarou went to Wan Yihui to find the instrument.

If the instrument is not in Sulan, it may be in the home of Wan Yihui.

Mo Qinghan said faintly: "If you don't do what I told you, you know the consequences."

Ye Jiarou was afraid of Mo Qinghan's anger, and he should immediately: "Yes, Mr. Mo."

After the talk, Mo Qinghan immediately hung up the phone.

Ye Jiarou put down the microphone and quickly left the telephone office.

Ye Jiarou has always clearly remembered the cruelty and ruthlessness of Mo Qinghan.

If she can't complete the task, she will be the same as the dead body that night.

In order to take revenge, she must find the instrument.

......

It was only after the rain, Shanghai seemed to be covered with a layer of rain and fog.

The streets are not clearly visible, and it seems extraordinarily long tonight.

The 12th National Assembly of the Qing Dynasty will meet with French businessman Bedana Renoman.

Bedana Reynoldman went to a coffee shop on the Scott Road and found out that there was another person in the same room.

Twelve introductions: "This is the Director of the Bureau of the Board of Directors."

Bedana Renoman nodded: "Director Su."

As a French businessman, he worked hard in the Shanghai business community for many years. He has a set of ability to observe and observe.

Poppies pull up the lips: "Hello."

Twelve openings: "Director Su has worked in real estate abroad."

The project of Shanghai Commercial Savings Bank and Bedana Renoman is called “Verdun Apartment”.

Their purpose is to establish a high-end apartment complex in the concession, the residents will be French expatriates and Shanghai dignitaries.

After that, there will be a series of follow-up projects to follow up, and the business of the Shanghai Concession will be more prosperous.

Bedana Reynoldman smiled: "President Sue Su must have a lot of insights into our projects."

“I heard that Victor Sassoon is also developing a project.” Poppy said, “Grenwinner Apartments.”

Bedana Reynoldman frowned, and he naturally heard about it.

“Although Sassoon’s goal is in the public concession, his position in the business world...” Twelve packs of poppy supplements, “can’t be ignored.”

“Thank you for your reminder of the 12th and Su.”

After the bend, Poppy finally mentioned the topic.

"If Mr. Reynoldman feels trouble, he can ask the Bureau of Public Affairs for help."

Bedana Reynolds still has a polite smile: "Sure."

Twelve, Poppy and Bedana Reynoldman continued to talk about the Verdun apartment.

But from the beginning to the end, he did not expose Mo Qinghan.

Poppies can't help but be more suspicious.

She already understood in her heart that Mo Qinghan must have done something in her hands.

Poppies soon thought of another trick.

After the event, twelve drove the poppy home.

Twelve glanced at her in the central rearview mirror.

He is puzzled: "If your investigation is a secret, why..."

Poppy asked the next sentence for Twelve: "Why do you see Ray Norman in real identity?"

Twelve nods.

Poppy pondering for a moment: "Twelve, a lot of things, I can't say."

Twelve: "I understand."

The poppy is silent.

"Miss Su is relieved." Twelve said, "I don't want to know your secret."

Although she knew that she was called Su Yan, she still called her Miss Su.

Just like when I didn't come to Shanghai before.

The car drove into the dense rain and drove down to the poppy apartment.

Twelve looking at the rain outside the window, he sent her off.

He walked behind her slowly.

Twelve hands held a black umbrella.

Occasionally heard thunder.

The poppy was under the umbrella and the shoulders of the twelve were wet by the rain.

When she did not walk into the apartment building, the twelve openings called her name.

"Su Yan, good night."

A simple name is enough to make him use his courage.

Twelve seems to have become a lonely man who went to find her.

He turned and walked towards his car.

At this time, Twelve heard a voice coming from behind.

"poppy."

Her voice rang behind her and fell into the quiet wind.

Twelve, I looked at her with a bias: "What?"

The poppy repeated: "My name is poppy."

Twelve sights swept over her face.

The expression of the poppy is faint, and there is no change when it is first seen.

But twelve understand that some things have changed.

It seems that this cold autumn night is clearly contaminated with rain and fog, but it is reflected by the faint light.

Although the light is small, it can pass through a lot of fog.

The lips of the twelve smiled: "I know, Miss Su."

The implication is that he will never expose this matter in the future.

Outside, she is only the director of the Bureau of the Board of Directors.

Twelve turned and left, the car slowly opened, the wet night road, illuminated by the light.

......

After the poppy returned to the apartment, it quickly left.

After several investigations and confirmed that no one was tracking, she drove to a jewelry store in Shanghai.

The night is already deep, and the jewelry store has long been closed.

The poppy entered the alley behind and entered from the back door.

There was no one in the jewelry store, and she went into the Chamber of Secrets.

The fretting sound immediately evokes the people inside.

There is no meeting at the Shanghai Special Agents Station, and it cannot attract the attention of others. There are only two agents present.

The agent stood up: "Sue stationmaster."

The two look respectful.

Poppy opens the door: "Tonight, I met the French businessman Bedana Reynoldman as the director of the board of directors."

The agent yelled: "Is Raynorman seeing your true face?"

Poppy nod, don't explain: "Well."

Agents don't ask much: "What instructions does the stationmaster have?"

Poppy eyes are heavy: "You want a way to let Mo Qinghan know about it."

Agent: "Yes."

Mo Qinghan knew that she wanted to check this business, within the calculation of poppy.

The next thing she has arranged.

......

Lu Huai received a call.

The voice of Jiang Yan sounded at the end of the phone: "Lu Huai, someone came to the dark room a few days ago and wanted to kill someone in the dark."

Lu Huai Jing Shen listened.

Jiang Yan: "The dark cabinet investigated, the person who wants to kill is using his pseudonym."

Then, Jiang Yan’s voice cooled down: “His true identity is the person on the blacklist.”

Before taking orders, the cabinet will investigate whether the person to be killed meets the conditions.

Jiang Yan did not expect that the person was actually related to the blacklist.

Jiang Yan knew the matter and immediately notified Lu Huai.

Lu Huai’s twilight sinks: “Who is that person?”

Jiang Yan slowly opened: "Sun Chuande."

Lu Huai Shen Shen, he did have a little impression on the name.

Lu Huai: "I will send people to follow him."

Jiang Yan asked: "Do you need my help?"

Lu Huai: "No, I will solve this problem myself."

Putting down the phone, Lu Huai was dull.

After the wedding, Mo Qinghan sent him a big gift, of course he would return an unforgettable gift.

The sky was getting darker, and the darkness of the darkness shrouded, and it fell into silence.

The house was lit with lights, and the curtains hang down, blocking the night.

Sun Chuande walked into the house and closed the door.

Outside the door is a dark sky, no stars and no moon.

Lu Huai’s men followed Sun Chuande to come here, and a group of people quietly surrounded the house.

In the room, Sun Chuande took out the telegraph machine and placed it on the table.

He brought the headphones and started to report.

In the still air, the sound of tapping the button sounded.

At this time, the sound picked up.

"砰".

The door was slammed open and the footsteps screamed.

You can feel the dangerous atmosphere through the headphones.

Sun Chuande screamed a voice behind him.

"Turned around."

The sound line is extremely low, with a deep sense of oppression.

Sun Chuande’s hand stopped and his heart tightened.

The cold voice repeated: "Turned around!"

The air seems to be stagnant.

Sun Chuande raised his hand and slowly took off his headphones.

His movements were a bit slow, and his eyes flashed a glimmer of color.

Sun Chuande put his earphones on the table with his right hand and pretended to turn around.

His left hand quickly reached the waist and wanted to pick up the gun and shoot behind him.

His hand has not touched the gun.

Between the electric and the flint, there was a gunshot behind him.

A shot of "砰", the bullets wrapped in the momentum of the scorpion, hit the arm of Sun Chuande.

He snorted and fell to his knees with his hands.

Before the man fell down, he glanced back.

Moving in the line of sight, it is the face of Lu Huai's icy cold.

Lu Huai held a gun, and the black muzzle pointed at him, threatening the atmosphere.

The only shot was Lu Huai’s shot.

Lu Huai looked down on Sun Chuande and there was no ups and downs in his eyes.

Lu Huai opened his mouth coldly: "Catch him up."

Immediately before the man stepped forward, he unloaded Sun Chuande’s gun and took control of him.

Upstairs, there was Sun Chuande’s accomplices. When he heard the movement, he immediately went back to destroy the information.

Lu Huai looked coldly at the top of the building, moved his footsteps and walked up the stairs.

The dark staircase extends upwards and the light above it is dim.

Before going to a room, Lu Huai's men opened the door.

The door was open and the gun was entered.

The room was silent and empty.

Lu Huai came in, swept a few times, and then stared at somewhere.

On the ground is a burning paper.

The fire jumps, with a bluish light. In the silent night, flickering.

The flame spread so quickly that it swallowed plain white paper.

Immediately before the man stepped forward, the flame was extinguished.

Then, the hand handed the paper to Lu Huai.

Lu Huai took the paper, and the paper still had hot air, and the finger touched it, and it was slightly hot.

Most of the paper has become burnt, and only one-third of the paper is intact.

Lu Huai’s eyes are a glimpse.

This is a map.

Lu Huai looked at it again, and the twilight was a bit deeper.

This is the map of the location of Mo Qinghan in Shanghai.

Lu Huai smiled coldly, put away the map and raised his head.

The window opened the gap, the curtains were slightly undulating, and the cold wind poured in.

Lu Huai sank, the man jumped out of the window.

Lu Huai cold channel: "The man has not gone far, grab him back."

The men are leaving.

I don't know when it is raining. The rain swept over, and under the night, it looked very dim.

The rain in the autumn night is deep and cold, just as cold as the coming winter.

The man left the room, and he burned the map of the stronghold before leaving.

He worried that after he was arrested by Lu San, the map would leak and he burned the map before leaving.

At this time, there was a wind blowing behind him, and the bullet broke through the wind and went straight into the man's leg.

The man leaned forward and squatted on the ground.

Then, behind the head came a hard touch, it was a cold gun.

Lu Huai’s men made him: “Don’t move.”

At this time, he noticed that there was a heavy shadow on the front.

He looked up and looked at the past.

In the icy rain curtain, a man holds a black umbrella and his body is straight and straight.

The night winds, stunned across the nose. The rain is getting bigger and straighter on the umbrella.

Lu Huai took a few steps and went to the person.

The raging rain came and the world was separated under the black umbrella.

Lu Huai stepped in the rain, but he did not seem to be contaminated by the wet half.

Lu Huai coveted, looking at the man, the eyes are deep as ink.

"What is your map of your location?"

The man was shocked and looked up at Lu Huai.

How much did Lu Sanshao know?

The man’s mouth is extremely strict: “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

On the dark and rainy night, Lu Huai stood there, and the temperament was extremely cold.

Lu Huai sneered aloud: "Tell me, all your strongholds."

The man knew that he was going to die, and said ironically: "How can Lu Sanshao not check it himself?"

He is still not sure whether the map is in the hands of Lu Huai.

However, he must not disclose half of the points.

Lu Huai said indifferently: "Do you think you will not say, your master will leave you a life?"

The man is silent.

If this matter is passed to the ear of the Lord, he is a waste.

But the relatives of the man were in the hands of Mo Qinghan, and his eyes were so cold that he was about to speak.

Lu Huai sighed and cut off his words.

Lu Huai’s look is extremely deep: “You don’t have to speak.”

Lu Huai indifferently raised the gun, the black lacquered muzzle aimed at the man.

His index finger was slightly curved and the trigger was pulled.

The guns rang through the sky, and the man was shot dead.

Lu Huai no longer looked at the man, he turned and looked at his men.

The silence of the autumn night, Lu Huai's voice is extremely clear.

Lu Huai said several names.

Those are the strongholds on the map.

Then, Lu Huai sinks a sentence.

"Give these few positions to me."

"Try to stay alive."

On the remnant map, there is Mo Qinghan's general base station in Shanghai, and there are several distribution bases.

Tonight, he wants these few strongholds to stay.

Lu Huai stood up and stood with a cold smile on his lips.

I believe Mo Qinghan will receive this gift soon.

The rain has increased, and the sky has passed through the white light.

The eyes of Lu Huai are silent darkness, like a deep pool.