MTL - Silent Reading-Chapter 27 Julien Twenty-six

Those high-rise buildings have icy cold facades, and their bodies are full of oppression. The halls are often covered with light stone bricks. The front desk and security guards will pay attention to everyone involved.

Elevators are distributed from one building to another-elevators have their own rules, some can not go up, some cannot go down, some have to distinguish between odd and even floors, and some must be swiped to use, they have a set of self-contained The rule of oneness often confuses strangers, and then estranges the little "country" who is thousands of miles away.

But the Twin Towers is different. Even if it has been renovated several times, it is still well known to him-he had been an intern here for half a year, but he still failed to stay. They would rather have one who only understands European and American law. "Famous School" International Students.

Now, he is no longer what he used to be. Those who have good-looking legal affairs can only try the basic contract of the first instance. They really started a case with very high professional requirements. They still have to invite him back as a consultant. In this building, the intern Xiao Zhao was transformed into a "Mr. Zhao".

But every promenade, every staircase hidden in the dark, is still in his heart. Even without a power outage, he was sure to avoid surveillance in the building.

It's a pity that the time and the place are perfect, and people are still upset.

When he was in the crowd and was preparing to watch a gorgeous "performance" on the "Sky Screen", but was cut off halfway by Fei Du, he was outraged and almost immediately determined that this was a despicable hype— Maybe it's to support his fox friends and dog friends, or maybe it has some commercial purpose at all.

These people hold his unimaginable property and social resources, even if they are all bales, even an ordinary due diligence report can make them drowsy and yawning-as long as they occasionally work with countless professionals With hard work, they pretended to make one or two obvious conclusions, and they were immediately touted as "young talents."

A policeman came with a few temporary security guards who came to help to maintain order: "Please, don't stay near high-rise buildings. We are still investigating the top of the building. There is some danger here. Would you please cooperate? Thank you, Sorry, it's all for your safety ... "

The crowd moved slowly in response, and no one noticed that a gentle man turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The police came to evacuate the crowd, indicating that they were about to find out here, and that stupid woman had not yet jumped down.

He didn't know if she was temporarily afraid or blinded by the little white-faced poor performance. It stands to reason that he had prepared the plan-there was only one direction on the top of the building a facing the central square, and he made it on the guardrail. Hands and feet, even if she temporarily hesitates, the loose fence will help her make a decision.

His arrangement was supposed to be foolproof. What went wrong?

He has to go back and see.

He made a simple calculation, played a slider, did not enter Block A, but instead rounded to the end of Block B. He sneaked in from the side door of a cafe in the bottom of the office building, and the emergency lanes for express delivery and takeaway ran on the street. On the eighth floor-there is an air corridor between the two towers, which is connected to the eighth floor emergency ladder.

The entrance and exit of the air corridor are monitored, but it doesn't matter. There is a green wall on one side of the corridor, and there is a gap for one person to pass through. Even though he knew that the power outages in the Twin Towers were dead and monitoring was all useless, he decided to be as cautious as possible.

The blackout was a gift from fate.

He was so proud that he walked briskly through the green wall, not paying attention to the wind that he brought up, swaying a wall-climbing plant.

The rows of green plant walls blocked the camera, and he didn't notice that with the slight trembling of the leaves, the originally deadly surveillance camera suddenly turned a very small angle-

Luo Wenzhou came down with the emergency personnel and sent Wang Xiujuan to an ambulance. When I looked back, I saw Tao Ran and a few criminal policemen holding a man with a handsome face on the police car. The man with one side felt his gaze, and the hate and angry eyes poked at him immediately.

Tao Ran gestured at him, raised the bag of evidence in his hand, and contained a pair of gloves inside.

Luo Wenzhou nodded, held a cigarette, and looked up and down the prisoner.

The man yelled at him angrily: "I just came back to get a document. Why do you just arrest someone? Do you have evidence? The police ca n’t solve the case and just arrest an innocent person? Let go, you savages, You can't afford to wrinkle my clothes! "

"Ouch, Jin Gui," Luo Wenzhou said with a cigarette, "It scared me to death. It seems that the poor ghost has to find his father to borrow some money first."

Watching the man stop forcibly entering the police car, Luo Wenzhou reached out and gave him an air kiss: "Bye."

The voice faded, one hand reached over, and politely took the smoke from his mouth.

Lang Qiao's makeup has been used for a long time, revealing the dark circles around most of the night, and there was nothing left on her face except the eyes, she threw the cigarette into the trash bin a few steps away, pointing at the back Ambulance: "You go up to me too!"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

"Look at your red and green virtues," Lang Qiao said angrily, "get on the bus, stay in the hospital tomorrow, don't come back."

Luo Wenzhou sighed, "Daughter, before you are an adult, are you going to take the father's right?"

Lang Qiao smoked, and poked him with pointed fingers: "You ..."

"Ah, don't make trouble," Luo Wenzhou interrupted her. "Do you know where Fei has gone?"

Lang Qiao froze, glanced subconsciously and looked up at the "Ceiling". The "Ceiling" had already played the closing rehearsal, and at this time came to an end. It was a bit meaningless, and the onlookers were bored to go to the circle of friends to discuss the topic.

"I don't know. I haven't seen it. You look for him ..." Lang Qiao twisted his neck and looked around. Luo Wenzhou was gone.

Luo Wenzhou ran away from a police car with a coat he didn't know who put it on, draped it over his body, covering the blood. The call to Fei Du was answered, but no one answered. Luo Wenzhou then strode to the Economic and Trade Center, first went to the control room, and saw a group of staff members eating supper. After asking, he knew that Fei Du had already left.

He asked Fei Du's general whereabouts, then chased out and called while walking, and finally, he finally heard the "up" ringing faintly behind the building.

Luo Wenzhou followed the sound and found that there was a small garden surrounded by bushes. There were several stone tables and chairs. Looking up, he could see the corner of the "sky canopy" without street lamps.

Fei Du, sitting on one of the stone pier, was not too dirty. He leaned on the stone table with his mobile phone aside, like a public speaker.

Luo Wenzhou hung up the phone and walked over: "Let me give you a song, right?"

Fei Duo didn't bother him, and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

Luo Wenzhou stiffened and sat down a few steps away from him: "Why don't you go and see her?"

Feidu said lazily, "Don't you all come back?"

"The killer loosened the roof fence," Luo Wenzhou said. "It was almost."

Fei Du knocked on the beat's hand and stared at him, but met Luo Wenzhou's eyes exactly.

Luo Wenzhou's complexion was very embarrassing. When he sat down, his back was unnaturally floored and looked a bit paralyzed.

But in his eyes, he didn't know where the two clusters of light reflected, and it was beating slightly, not burning.

For a moment, Fei Du felt that this relatively familiar man was a little strange.

Luo Wenzhou's eyes were clear and handsome, and his body was still very good, and he was not very old. He said that he was believed by someone in his thirties, and probably believed by others in his twenties-but Fei Du knew that this was not the case when he was in his early twenties.

At that time, Luo Wenzhou was a real young master. He dragged very well. He talked very cleverly and was very ruthless. Therefore, he was born with the same heart, always with a creamy flavor.

At this time, his appearance was like a stone sculpture that had been polished by the years. The original vague outlines became clear, but the soul floating on the surface had settled down. From a deeper point of view, it was almost gentle.

Luo Wenzhou changed his sitting position slightly: "Is it true that what you said on the sky?"

Fei Du raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Of course not, I am just confusing myself and her experience, trying to establish an emotional connection with her."

Luo Wenzhou hesitated for a moment--he didn't have much experience in talking with Fei Du. He always accidentally entered the attacking section of each other. For a long time, he didn't consider the appropriate wording, so he had to say something as usual.

Luo Wenzhou: "I investigated your dad that year."

This is not new. A woman died silently at home. The only son insisted that she did not commit suicide. For the sake of insurance, in addition to forensic evidence, she must also check the people around her. Therefore, Fei Du took a few He looked at him impatiently, and wanted him to stop talking nonsense.

"During this process, I found that another group of people were also investigating him, caught them back and asked, and found that they were a group of unemployed young people who claimed to be 'private detectives'. Did you pay for them?"

Fei Du's patience came to an end, and he stood up and left.

"Another time, you did your homework at Tao Ran's house and left a few unused calculation papers with indentations on it. Then I painted it out with a pencil and found it to be a schedule for your father. It's been more than two years after your mother's accident. At that time, I thought, have you been watching your father's whereabouts for the past two years? "Luo Wenzhou didn't care about his attitude and said quietly," I once I thought it was creepy, and then your dad had an accident ... "

When Fei Du heard this, he walked to the side of Luo Wenzhou and suddenly smiled silently.

He looked down at Luo Wenzhou, his eyes were a little dangerous and asked: "Do you suspect that I am a hand and foot?"

Luo Wenzhou met his eyes that could fly out of the peach blossom at any time, and he couldn't help feeling that he was really worthy of the audience.

Fei Du bent down slightly, stretched out a finger, put it up to his mouth, and whispered to him, "Most likely it is me, Team Luo, if you think about it, he will die or become a vegetative, I Are the sole heirs of his huge fortune, as long as ... "

Before he finished speaking, Luo Wenzhou forcibly broke the pretense process. He reached out and held Fei Du's collar, pulled his neck down, and then slapped him on the forehead.

The palm of the hand was too hot, Fei felt as if he had been hit by a soldering iron, and the whole person took a half step back in amazement.

Luo Wenzhou: "I talk to you well, why are you so offensive?"

Fei Du returned to God, pulling his collar back angrily-who the **** is that!

As a result, Luo Wenzhou said, "But I suddenly felt that in order to save a woman who didn't know each other, the person who was willing to dissect his chest in the large court should not be a dangerous person. I was planning for these years of prejudice and doubt. I apologize to you. "

Fei Du froze, but before he could mature with a sneer, his neckline suddenly sank without warning, Luo Wenzhou fell forward and fell on him.

Fei Du immediately felt that he was wrapped in a hot electric blanket. After a moment, he tentatively stretched out the back of his hand and pinched Luo Luozhou's forehead, and it became hot and smoked.

Fei Du pinched the corner of his coat again, and opened a glance, then turned his head immediately-he wanted to vomit again.

He kept this weird posture in place for a while, and finally calmed the rolling stomach, staring blankly at Luo Wenzhou, as if wondering whether this piece of pork belly was stewed or fried.

Later, I felt that the person was rough and thick, and the taste was too old. Fei Du said a distasteful disappointment, bent down and made a few gestures. He didn't want to carry him or hug him, and tried to drag Carrying his belt over his shoulder, he found that the goods were a bit heavy.

Fei Duo threw Luo Wenzhou, who was fainted, on the side of the stone chair, picked up a cell phone that was almost dead, and dialed Tao Ran's phone.

"Hey, 110?" He said in a bad tone. "I picked up an old man. It seems like he's almost out of business. How can I pay him?"