First-Class Lawyer

Chapter 126 Past Events

Baige Street is a very magical place, on the other side tens of meters away from it, is the most prosperous area in this area.

There is a huge manor of Huanjin Garden Hotel, supporting shopping malls, entertainment facilities and other places necessary for life. There is a small residential area in the middle, and the staff dormitory of Huanjin Garden Hotel is arranged in it.

But Baige Street is not very popular, and there are often no people on the whole street. Most of the shops facing the street are marked closed, or have a big red banner saying low-price transfer, or a shocking sale.Just like this, I still can't attract anyone, and I am extremely depressed.

The only exception is the bar that looks like a rough house.

The name of the bar is very strange, it is called "Old People". Outside the rough room wall, there is a pair of embracing old people painted on the outside of the rough room wall. They are the bar owners.

The old couple closed the door and went home to run business for a few days. When they came back, they found that there had been a murder outside their bar. They were so frightened that they went over on the spot. They were taken directly to the hospital by a police car and left the small bar as a camp for the police.

For a while, Baige Street ushered in its most glorious moment, and people everywhere——

Most of them are policemen in uniform, and some are reporters and paparazzi carrying equipment. They have been here for several days, and they have long since become old fritters.Wearing a badge, you can walk in and out freely and wander around.

But there are others who don't.

That night, two figures sneaked around the bar and took a few photos of the fountain at the entrance of the bar from a tricky angle.

The person squatting in front bowed his head and sifted through for a while, saving some of them. Note: The body of Barry, the hotel monitor, was found in this fountain.

After tidying up, he waved to the people behind him, and the two quickly crossed the street.

"Fuck, sheriff! Come here!" He pinned the head of the follower and dragged him into the nearest dark alley.

Behind the two of them is the trash can, the holy place for drunkards to vomit, so smoked that life is hard to love.

The young man whose head was held down looked down at the press card on his chest, thinking that I seemed to have made a fake card.

He looked puzzled, and after holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't hold back, grabbed the person in front and asked, "Mr. Benqi, we obviously all brought our IDs, why did we grope in like this?"

This sneaky pair was none other than Jim Bench, the reporter who had dealt with Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan on Lyra, and his assistant reporter Norman Hussey.

Ben Qi snorted, very impatiently: "Why? Shouldn't I ask you this? As I said earlier, I just went to the entrance of the hotel to take a few photos. Which of the photos of those big shots is not more interesting than this fountain? No Are you frowning and looking like you are killing your life, muttering that you want to pay attention to the case?"

Hersey felt a little aggrieved, "No, I mean why did we sneak in like thieves? Look at those reporters, aren't they all negotiating and chatting with the police openly?"

Ben Qi pinched the tip of his nose, and the smell of the trash can was still lingering, so that he spoke in a low voice, "Oh——you are too young to understand."

Hersey: "..." Does this have anything to do with seniority?

"Who wants to huddle in the trash can? I also want to swagger past the police station. Isn't this... a bit festive!" Ben Qi said, with an embarrassing look on his face.

"Holiday?" Hersey asked curiously, "Who are you talking to? If it's a police officer, why don't we let him go? Go talk to someone else."

Ben Qi scratched the center of his eyebrows, "That... Sergeant Xiao."

Hersey: "..."

How about this time?If you have a problem with the boss, who else can you turn to?No wonder he was dragged into the garbage dump by Bunch when he saw the shadow of the sheriff just now.

"Why did the festival happen?" Hersey became even more curious. In his eyes, Ben Qi was a person who could do less and never do more. He seldom caused trouble for himself. He was a bit powerful and tactful.

Ben Qi said vaguely: "It was a long time ago. Because of some cases, I was a little serious at that time. I was not very likable and offended him many times. In addition, the bombing case half a year ago made him unhappy..."

Hussey was invigorated when he heard about the bombing, "You mean the dean's bombing?"

Bunch snorted, "Nonsense, what else? Who else?"

Hersey knew that during the time when the bombing case was the hottest, Bunch had also followed the case, and he also knew that he had not followed up with any results, so he gave up when the heat dissipated, and Hersey was not allowed to waste time on it.But he didn't know that Ben Qi would still have an unhappiness with the sheriff of the police station because of the bombing.

This is as rare as a dog throwing away a bone to eat grass.

"Why are you staring so wide? You must be thinking about me in your heart?" Ben Qi glanced at him.

Hersey was silent, shaking his head.

"You think I don't know what you're thinking?" Ben Qi snorted, "I'll tell you the truth, I've done all the things you're doing with enthusiasm now, who hasn't been young yet? ?”

Hussey muttered, "You're pretty young now, too."

Ben Qi: "Don't talk nonsense. In short, this is a suggestion from someone who has experienced it. To use the simplest analogy, do you think that the bombing case really can't find any problems? It's just that some people dare not investigate, and some people don't let people investigate. That's all. Maybe everyone has some scattered clues in their hands, but they just can't put them together, so they can't be put together?"

"That's just getting together."

"To put it lightly, do you know who belongs to which side? Do you know who has useful things and who has useless things? Do you know where you should find someone to join? The whole alliance is so big!"

Hessie was very excited, and pointed to the Hujin Garden Hotel in the distance. The huge manor-style building looked calm and noble under the night.

"I dare to say, with professional experience and intuition, those recent messes, such as infections and genetic accidents, if one day the manipulators behind the scenes are really found out, half of the people in the two buildings will fall, do you believe it? ?”

Blown by his momentum, Hersey nodded, "A little...maybe... believe me."

"There's a use for it! Is there any evidence? Is there any logic? Do you know the ins and outs?" Ben Qi said, "If you have to touch your lips and doubt is useful, there will be no troubles in this world."

Hersey opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't find the right words.

"Don't play around, you are not a fish." Ben Qi said, "Those big things are not something we can worry about. It is more important to support ourselves."

Hussey said: "But the original intention of being a reporter..."

"Can the original intention be eaten as a meal?"

It wasn't until the two came out of the dark alley, escaped the police, and got into a store with lights on, that Hersey muttered in a low voice: "I can't eat it, but I don't want to throw it away."

Ben Qi heard it, and there was a moment of emotion on his expression, as if he wanted to reprimand him, but in the end he didn't speak, he just sighed and closed the door.

"What to eat? The chef is on leave, and now there are only sausages and beer." The rather affluent middle-aged lady said without enthusiasm, flicking a rag.

Bunch pushed Hersey, who had been following behind, to the front, and said lazily: "Go, how can you realize your original intention if you always stay behind."

Hersey is not very talkative, she is a little shy: "Uh...boss?"

The fat lady added: "Mom."

Hersey: "?"

"Madam Boss." The fat lady said, "Just tell me what to eat, don't ask me about the case as soon as you come up, I'm not holding a forum."

That's right, when a store opens here, people will inevitably ask questions.The fat lady is probably tired of being asked.

Hersey nodded and said, "Teacher, let me treat you to supper! Two servings of sausage and beer, thank you."

"Okay! Wait a moment."

Within a minute, the fat lady came over with a plate and a wine bottle.She was also straightforward, took a bottle of wine herself, sat down next to the two of them, and skillfully bit off the bottle cap: "What do you want to ask? Ask!"

"Oh, don't ask anything, did you see anything that morning?" Hussey asked in a chatty manner.

"See, I just got up upstairs that morning, and saw that man running over madly."

"Crazy?" Hersey glanced at Bunch, "It's impossible for the hotel to hire a crazy person as the monitor center watchman, right? What's more, the watchman is said to have tampered with the surveillance video."

The fat lady took a sip of her drink, "Then I don't know, what I saw was crazy. But it's weird. I've seen that person before, and I've been on this street. It's quite normal. It is said that he was still there after get off work that morning. Okay, is it okay when you go back to the dormitory?"

"It is said? According to whom?"

"It's not just the two of you asking, I've met several groups of people, and I heard it from their chats."

"Oh . . . going crazy all of a sudden again?" Bunch muttered.

"Again? What do you mean?" Hersey asked.

"It's not interesting. Didn't the old people in the bobblehead case also suddenly go crazy?" Bunch said.

Hersey: "So... Are these two cases actually connected? Teacher, do you know something?"

Ben Qi chuckled: "I know what a fart, I just made an association with my rich experience and keen professional intuition."

……

The weather in this area of ​​the Fawang area is extremely capricious, almost like winter in all seasons. The day before was a warm and sunny day, but a small hurricane blew up the next day.

A hurricane of this magnitude doesn't do much damage to houses, but traffic.

The guests who originally planned to leave the Garden Hotel were covered in mold, and they probably couldn't leave again.

Yan Suizhi woke up to the sound of the wind beating the window.

The moment he was woken up, he was actually a little annoyed to get up, his brows were frowned, and his eyelids were raised impatiently.

As a result, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Yan's face, which was very close at hand.

It was the first time for Professor Yanda to realize that he was so easy to coax. Student Gu hadn't done anything yet, and his anger in waking up had died down.

In the past, Gu Yanlei always wanted to go for a morning jog, and he always got up earlier than the chicken. Anyway, no matter when Professor Yanda woke up, Lawyer Gu would always be making coffee.

It is rare to see Gu Yan who is not awake like today.

Yan Suizhi found it strange.

It wasn't very bright outside yet, Yan Suizhi admired Lawyer Gu's sleeping face for a while, and planned to get up quietly.

However, Gu Yan's arm was wrapped around his waist, which was heavy, and it was difficult to sit up without disturbing the other party.

Professor Yan lifted the quilt, stretched out his hand and gestured, considering which angle is more appropriate to withdraw from.

As a result, he did not make two gestures, but when he felt something, he raised his head and saw that Gu Yan had opened his eyes and was looking at him lazily.

"...Scared me." Yan Suizhi said with an unfazed face, "Are you awake?"

Gu Yan tightened his arms, pulled him closer, buried him in his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Sleep with me for a while."

Lawyer Gu's voice was low and hoarse, with a laziness rarely seen on weekdays, which made Yan Suizhi's ears go soft.

Professor Yan reprimanded in his heart: Demon concubine!

While reaching out to hug him, he patted his strong shoulder, "Why are you so sleepy today?"

They actually went to bed very early yesterday, and their kisses were all tender and tender, and they didn't do anything.

It is reasonable to say that it is not so sleepy.

Gu Yan didn't move, and replied lazily: "Yes."

"...Don't rely on my ears to speak." Yan Suizhi tried to save himself.

But someone didn't cooperate, and continued to say in that low and hoarse voice: "I went through Joe's information bag again in the middle of the night last night, and I slept a little late..."

Yan Suizhi: "Hmm..."

In fact, I didn't listen to anything.

He endured it for a while, and finally stepped back a bit, pinching his earlobe and said angrily, "Student Gu, did you do it on purpose?"