Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 297 Detective Chinatown

Kai Tak Shore.

Also known as Kai Tak International Airport.

It feels good to overlook the entire Hong Kong Island, because the weather is clear enough, and you can see many islands and peaks in the distance. Tai Mo Shan, which is nearly a thousand meters above sea level, is not too short to be honest. It can be described as tall and tall.

"Husband, we are going on vacation."

Amin looked particularly excited and wished he could bury himself in Meng Fan's arms.

"Yes."

Looking at the light camera hanging around her neck, Meng Fan said helplessly: "We have to make a transfer on the way, aren't you tired? Put it down first, it's going to be a long flight."

"Sawadika, sir, please come this way. Due to special reasons, we will provide you with a free upgrade service."

Da da da.

A Thai stewardess with three-dimensional facial features that looked like a mixed race came in, followed by a business class guest.

"Eh, what a shame."

"We should take business class and wait for the free upgrade service." Ayun sighed.

Dasha was curious: "You are so short of money?"

"It's not bad, but who wants to spend more money?"

Not far away, Dasha and Ayun were chatting.

It was just after the first lunar month, and not many people flew to Thailand in first class. The already spacious space was even larger, which created some lucky people.

"Sir, Madam, do you need any service?"

The stewardess leaned over.

Eight teeth, a nice and formulaic smile, while his eyes passed near the empty cup in Meng Fan's hand.

"A glass of plain water."

"A glass of orange juice, thank you."

A first-class stewardess who specializes in flying to Hong Kong Island and Thailand must have good professional skills and can understand both Mandarin and Cantonese.

Just as the flight attendant turned around to leave, Dasha shouted in Thai: "Coke, add ice!"

Sensing his gaze, Ayun smiled slightly and said politely, "Please give me a glass of orange juice, thank you."

Seeing Dasha's burly figure and his proficiency in Thai, the tall flight attendant's eyes lit up and she smiled brightly again.

Maybe there will be a story...

Meng Fan felt that there was a high probability that there was no such thing, because Dasha seemed to have lost his worldly and low-level desires and focused on training and training again.

Then, like a volcano ready to go off, waiting for some blind guy, it could be a practitioner, it could be a dirty thing, to grab the opponent's head and give him a slap.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and continued to pick up the newspaper in his hand and read it carefully.

Amin didn't get a good rest last night, so he watched with her for a while, drank the orange juice, and fell into a deep sleep.

When you wake up, you can arrive in a foreign land full of energy, and then experience the feeling of boarding a plane again...

Time passed by minute by minute.

The newspaper that he had read three times was completely closed. When Meng Fan saw that the blanket on Amin's body had not slipped off, he closed his eyes with relief.

The words of the first brother before we parted came to mind.

"Xiao Fan, there is a pair of male and female gangster-like criminals over there in Bangkok, who are invulnerable. The local police need a professional consultant."

I knew it……

After feeling relaxed for so long, I finally spent my honeymoon with my wife before leaving, and I actually still had work to do.

Meng Fan couldn't help but get a headache when he thought about the complicated beliefs in that place. Of course, thinking on the bright side, at least it wasn't the wonderful Ah San.

About an hour and a half later.

After pecking Meng Fan lightly on the face, Amin rubbed his eyes and asked, "Have you arrived in Bangkok? You didn't sleep for a long time."

"One layover, then take another flight and we'll be there. I'll hold you."

With that said, Meng Fan hugged her and left the cabin.

Since it didn't take too long, Amin soon fell asleep again.

Meng Fan's thoughts wandered for a moment. If he encountered a plane crash midway, he would definitely be able to survive by his own means. How many people could he save?

Ominous!
The thoughts were cut off instantly. …

One is in the East Eighth District, and the other is in the East Seventh District. The time difference is exactly one hour.

"..."

The radio was speaking in Thai that Meng Fan could not understand, but experienced passengers knew in their hearts that they had arrived at Bangkok International Airport smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, each report was given in Cantonese and English.

Beside him, the energetic Amin finally came back to life with full blood and hung the camera back around his neck.

To prepare for this day, she had been studying photography techniques for nearly ten days.

But Meng Fan took his time and set his watch back by one hour. Just do as the Romans do. People say seven o'clock, but it must be eight o'clock, which is always a little awkward and inconvenient.

"Go, go."

Ayun jumped up, with longing for the future on his face: "The sun is just right~"

On the side, Dasha was hesitant to speak. He knew that this line of work had official duties and was not just fun.

……

Bangkok streets.

The car gallops.

Ayun sat in the back row disappointed, looked at Meng Fan with an unkind look, and complained: "Senior brother, aren't we accompanying you and your sister-in-law on their honeymoon?"

"It's just a case. Once it's solved, everyone will have fun. It's just a male and female robber, a rotten fish and a rotten shrimp."

Meng Fan said confidently, hoping to use this to encourage his little junior sister who was still in the state of having no love in the first month and had not yet recovered.

"If it's quick enough, it can be over tonight."

Dasha put down the file in his hand and said seriously:
"Bangkok police have grasped certain clues."

As he spoke, light rain began to fall outside the car window.

After all, weather forecasts are difficult to be 100% accurate. The originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy.

For Dasha, who had been working here when he was young, this kind of thing has long been accustomed to him. At most, he can sigh with emotion: After many years, nothing has changed.

This is the case in countries with tropical monsoon climates.

At the moment, the average temperature in Hong Kong is in the teens, while Bangkok will start to get hot in another half month, reaching [-] degrees in May. The rainy season is from July to September, with constant floods.

The wipers start working.

Meng Fan recalled carefully that the police station that requested the ghost-catching unit came from Chinatown in the west of Bangkok. Brother Yi felt that he could not refuse the request out of friendship with his compatriots.

I have to lament that the unprecedented influence of the Tang Dynasty was as rampant as that of the East, and even wrote Chinese poems to admit it:

Rituals and music spread to enlighten our people, who were the most re-entrant to the Tang Dynasty.

And this full name is the Kingdom of Thailand, which was called Siam in ancient times and has a territory of more than 50 square kilometers. It has a population of nearly 5000 million, of which 15.00% are Chinese and overseas Chinese.

And because of their hard-working, thrifty, and united nature, they are relatively wealthy and like to live in close proximity.

Seeing more and more familiar words on the street, Meng Fan was in a good mood and turned on the car music.

"If I didn't meet you
where will i be

how is your day

Should life be cherished

maybe know someone

live an ordinary life

Don't know if it will
There is love as sweet as honey

time flies by

I only care about you..."

When I was interviewing Li Ang, the song I heard in the nightclub had obviously become popular in Southeast Asia.

It is worth mentioning that this Mercedes-Benz was provided by the Chinatown Police Department. They had prepared transportation tools early and even helped solve the driver's license issue, which was very considerate.

Based on these, Meng Fan felt that there was no need to accept their subsidies, remuneration, etc. Moreover, among the murders committed by male and female robbers, there were many Chinese compatriots.

The first crime scene: Chinatown.

(End of this chapter)