Hidden Assassin

The bombing of the hotel in the evening did not spread too widely. When Tianfang Yuxi found Jiaming through various channels, it was already in the afternoon. At this time, Muqing and Ding Xiong were studying the case with people on the Hong Kong side of the police station located in Oil and Ma Land. The new accommodation address was not yet arranged. Fang Yuxi suddenly found it, but a group of people were surprised.

As them, it's not that they don't have access to the stars. Fatty often gets some precious star surroundings because of his uncle's relationship. But really, it's not because of some unpleasant relationship, it's really very rare. At one time, the whole group was a chicken flying dog jump. Only the team leader was always serious. He had some defamation of Mu Qingqing who actually brought a patient to Hong Kong to handle the case. At this time, he even involved a big star to influence his work, but he was serious. At this time, he didn't show any enthusiasm to strike everyone.

“If you haven't arranged a place to stay yet, I have a villa here, you can move to my place temporarily, the conditions are not very good, but... it still fits..."

After the afternoon, Fang Yuxiang stayed alone with Jiaming in the visiting room for more than two hours. She suggested this, but everyone understood that this big star's villa, which was definitely quite a coincidence, Mu Qing and Ding Xiong said a few words, but Fang Yuxiang seemed very resolute about Jiaming's attitude. Mu Qing also wanted to ask her more about what happened before Jiaming, and finally promised to do it. Furthermore, Fang Yuxiang also seemed to think he had some channels for last night's bombing.

“I'm here... I know friends in a few circles, they may have some relationship, I've already called them, please ask them to find out, if it's any kind of association on the Hong Kong side or something, they can usually find out...”

She said that she was drowsy. Mu Qing and Ding Xiong also probably understood that the performing arts on the Hong Kong side actually have unclear relations with the gang. Most of them are directly controlled by several gangs. Yifang Yuxi's current position in the performing arts industry can naturally be reached. Although police sources are not necessarily worse than gangs at present, there is always a much better relationship.

Because of the bombing last night, it was impossible for the Serious Crimes Unit to exclude both of them from the caseload, but in fact, the clues were not summarized much throughout the afternoon. Because it did come a little strange, although there had been a long time ago when the fatalities had sent bombs to the police to seek revenge, since Hong Kong had returned, the local mob had never been arrogant enough to blow up the mainland to jointly investigate the criminal police. In any case, once the bomb was dropped, it was tantamount to slapping the police in the face, and the situation escalated immediately. It could only have had a bigger impact, and there was absolutely no chance that it would go away. This is not good for any local mob, and the clues currently being investigated by the police are all within the mob, and there are not many fatalities who can run away with one vote, so who the hell planted the bomb?

With this question in mind, several people stayed in the villa of Fang Yuxi in Taiping Mountain that evening. The exterior looks a little off, but the interior facilities are luxurious. In addition to Fang Yuxi, there are five or six people living in the villa, including her broker, driver, chef, bodyguard, etc. Although it seems that singer movie stars are recognized as rich people outside, there are not many people who can do this to her.

That evening, Yuth was still getting paid, settled several people out of the house, Ding Xiong went out to hang out, Mu Qing and Jiaming watched TV in the living room, watched Xiamen looking down to think things over, Mu Qing's stomach full of questions could not be asked. At about 10: 00 pm, Jia Ming looked at her for a while, frowned, Mu Qing looked at the thoughtful gaze, stunned for half a while, then hesitated to ask: “Is it normal again? Say something. ”

The question was not answered, and Mu Qinghuan explained it again. Anyway, he always looked thoughtful. After a moment, she watched the clock, ready to turn off the TV and go to sleep, and stood up and finally heard a slow opening next to her: “About… nine years ago…”

“Nine years ago. What happened? ”

It seemed that Jia Ming shook his head because of confusion: “Summer... in the fall, in the hospital... 95 years... no... in Peroga, me and... they... I killed 5 1 73... not... I know you..."

In the past, when he suddenly returned to normal, he spoke only a few short words, sounded completely like a normal person, at best it made people feel a little isolated, but at this time the words showed confusion, but he was not in a hurry, he wanted to say a sentence, even shaking his head slightly, slowly said the sentence “I know you.” He frowned and stopped saying it. Mu Qing tried to summarize the whole sentence there and couldn't come up with a clue. At best, it was the one I killed. I frightened her slightly.

“Of course we do, but... five, one, seven, three? You used to be an agent, huh...” Some sensitivity to this phrase is just a professional habit. After Muqing asked, he didn't get an answer, so he stopped thinking. He just turned around and sat down again. “Nine years ago. Oh, yeah, at least you know what time it is now. Nine years ago it was 95 years ago. That year... I was just a cop, right? I was young, messed up, I don't know anything, I was busy all day in the police station...”

She patted Jia Ming on her shoulder, remembering what happened nine years ago, but most of it is no longer remembered. These memories have been mixed up in her mind and tangled up with what happened ten or eight years ago. It's no different: “At that time... I remember my sister always stealing my uniform and beating her up several times for this... I have a sister you know, just that picture in my wallet... I don't know if you've seen it before, ah, I'll show you again...”

She took out her wallet and opened it for Jia Ming to see the photo: “As a boy, and with too much justice, I was thinking all day about being a cop... but now she's a little taller than me...” She compares to drawing, so intermittently said some things before, and then laughs: “You've been thinking, one day you'll definitely think about everything, don't worry, it's a big step forward today, but don't forget me after thinking about it. ”

In other words, that night, however, she couldn't sleep, first came to a new environment, and came to think of what Jiaming said nine years ago, homicide and other things, she didn't want to think more, but after sleeping in bed, she couldn't help but contact Jiaming so much strength, when a shovel knocked people out, and the Silver Tiger thing, he was not really an agent killer and other people before, right? The moonlight poured in from the window sill, she lay on the opposite side of the bed, about midnight, heard the outside opening of the door, it was Fang Yuxi who went home.

More than an hour later, she was sure she couldn't sleep, walked to the balcony for a breeze, looked down from there, and the night view of Port Victoria was enchanting. Instead, by the pool under the balcony, Fang Yuxi, dressed in a beige dress, sat there, barefoot in the water, grabbed a glass of wine in his hand, wore headphones listening to the song and shook his head. I don't know what kind of hunch it was. She turned around and smiled, then shook the glass over the balcony: “Can't you sleep? Come down and have a seat. ”

Two minutes later, Muqing walked downstairs: “When I first came to Hong Kong, I was a little uncomfortable for a few days. ”

“Sometimes I feel uncomfortable, you know, we run around all season, we don't have a place to stay, we don't feel at home anywhere.” Fang Yuzhi, raise your glass and smile. "Drink? ”

“No need. ”

“A glass of wine at night will help you sleep, I'll get you a glass. ”

She walked up to the bar not far from the room and grabbed a glass, and then poured it on Mu Qing: “Be a cop, huh? I've always thought it was really handsome to be a detective girl, but it must be a lot more effort than a man. ”

“Everywhere is the same. ”

“The entertainment industry is different, uh...” Fang Yu thought, "Nor is it, different things are given, we...”

She shut her mouth and Mu Qing didn't know how to proceed. However, Fang Yuzhi first looked up and smiled: “But anyway, the policewoman is really good, here's to you. ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

Fang Yuzhi left Jiaming with a bad first impression, but after so many years of acting career, when she really wanted to give someone a good feeling, it was still quite simple. After that, a few casual jokes, some entertainment business about the policewoman, also eliminated the initial diaphragm in Mu Qingxin's mind, two people, you and I chatted by the pool.

“... since you've done so well and you're so tired, why don't you take a break? ”

“I can't help it, we're eating youth meal, you take a short break, then maybe not many people know you. When I filmed the first few films, I felt very good. I felt like I had become famous all night. The acting was complimented, and the singing was complimented. I couldn't be more proud of myself. Who knew if it hadn't been for... whoops, I wouldn't be taking a break until I really couldn't stand it. While I was young, I could do whatever I wanted...”

“When did you meet Jiaming? ”

Fang Yuzhuan stunned, then smiled: “You've been thinking about this all night, eh...” She put her hands together ten times, a pair of favors, “I have reason, there are a lot of things about him I can't say, it might be very troublesome to say, but I know him... he was still in high school, I remember him running to imitate the stories in the west and singing 'ONLY-YOU’ scared the people in the room, huh... but that's not really knowing, really scared me when I met him, I guess he didn't have a good impression on me, shame on me, if I could do it again...”

Mu Qing frowned somewhat incomprehensible. For the contents, it is also really difficult to connect with the man who wants to talk all day now: “Captain Ding said that Jia Ming used to write songs...”

“Exactly.” Fang Yuzhi smiled brightly, "he used to be the most powerful author of lyrics, but he didn't want to be famous, a lot of things were kept secret. Huang Lao and Zheng Zepei really appreciated him. He really helped me a lot. If it weren't for him, I think I would have bowed down a long time ago, so now I really hope I can help him with something... Right, you guys? How did we meet? ”

Finally, to determine Jia Ming's previous occupation, Mu Qing was somewhat relieved and wrote a song. This profession was a little far away for her in any case, but at least she was an artist, and she was a little nervous from the killer agent... As she talked about knowing Jia Ming's post, speaking of selling sugar to scramble chestnuts, Fang Yuxi was already surprised, speaking of pushing a car in a gun on a rainy night, and then knocking a criminal out with a shovel, she smiled with a pat on her chest.

“It's so dangerous, it's worse than making a movie. ”

“Yeah, he's got a lot of strength. ”

“I know he should have learned some kung fu before, the kind of physical fitness. The strength should have been exercised in the past few years, pushing such heavy cars every day, and headaches, really... too hard for him...”

Two women say this by the pool, and it feels a little materialistic. Fang Yusi did not dare to tell Mu Qing about the family, family and other situations. At present, she is already investigating these things, but when it involved such a superior relationship, who knows who Jia Ming had offended before. If he was sent back to the people he cared about, it was estimated that she would only help him in the end. Her current intention is to arrange for Jia Ming to be cured of the illness first, after the illness is cured, let him make all his own decisions. This matter is not urgent. Even if it is not curable, what is the big problem of raising him later? Anyway, it is grace, the more she does, the more comfortable she feels.

The next day, Muqing and Ding Xiong were going to the Serious Crimes Unit. Fang Yuxiang was fine all day. He proposed to take Jiaming out for a walk. Maybe contact some good brain experts to show him. Muqing naturally promised to come down: “If you want him to do anything, keep dragging him there. If he keeps nagging around his ears, he will say yes. Although he doesn't talk, his personality is very good. ”

“I wish he had spoken so well when I first met him...” Fang Yuzhi exclaimed.

Thus, during the day, Fang Yuzhi drove a sports car and walked around the streets of Hong Kong with Jiaming. She said a few words from time to time. What had happened to her over the years, such as Ye Lingjing and Liu Huaisha, tried to stir up Jiaming's mind, but it didn't seem to have any effect all morning. Almost noon, I got a call.

“Hello, Uncle Li, it's me... is the bomb thing eyebrowed? Thank you so much for bothering you... Oh, now... I have a friend, the one I almost blew up... his words... OK, we'll be right over..."

Hanging up the phone, the sports car overturned, and after a few decades, arrived at a villa near Kowloon, where several men, wearing sunglasses, all of them seemingly unkind, waited at the door. Out of the car, Fang Yusi held up Jiaming's hand and smiled and walked over.

“Don't be afraid of them, I'll stay with you. ”

Pinched Ming's palm, the big star said happily...

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Cheer up and try to recover at least once a day from today. I haven't felt much lately... the house has indeed been abandoned...