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I looked up at Sherlock: "Why, can't Francis have friends?"

Sherlock frowned: "If you want to talk about friends, sex or something, I shouldn't interfere, but the problem is, these people have everything. There are Chinese, Japanese, and black people. What are they doing at Francis's house?"

I said: "I don't know why, but as long as they..."

When I said this, I suddenly stopped.

I saw that the Japanese car that snatched the blood sample from Lao Mo just now was driving again.

Then, stop at a place more than 100 meters away from us.

It was directly in front of Lao Mo.

Lao Mo got angry, walked over, stretched out his fist, and smashed the engine cover of the car: "Is there any law of kings, is there any law of heaven, you, you are in broad daylight, uh..."

The last word 'day' was not uttered, and Lao Mo's mouth was blocked. Next, three Japanese bad guys set up Lao Mo, and put him in the car. Then, the car started and turned away from Francis. In the direction of the house, he hurried away.

Sherlock was stunned.

a little.

"Don't you masters exist? You are completely masters, and you don't exist. You...you are too bold."

After speaking, Sherlock reached out, touched the gun, twisted his head, and was about to get into the police car, and then chased him.

I reached out and pressed Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock was puzzled.

I said in a low voice: "If you move the grass branches, you will scare away the snakes hiding inside."

Sherlock was stunned, and said to me again: "But, they arrested people in my town, and as a police officer, I can't leave it alone."

I said in a low voice, "When a hungry praying mantis is catching a naive little cicada, it won't think that there is another oriole that quietly came behind it."

Sherlock nodded, and then he said, "What shall we do?"

I said: "Investigate, by the way, is there any Japanese in this town?"

Sherlock slapped his forehead: "The Yamadas."

Me: "What are you doing?"

When Sherlock heard it, he said, "Udon, Udon's voice."

I said, "Udon restaurant! Makes noodles."

Sherlock: "Yes, this is udon, udon, noodles, a small bowl, not enough to eat, and very expensive."

That's right, Japanese products, that's all, cool and elegant, less noble...

I gave Sherlock a look.

The latter understood, followed me, and began to take a shortcut to surround the back road of the udon restaurant.

Sherlock is very familiar with this town. We went all the way, encountered mountains and rivers, crossed rivers and rivers, we climbed over walls and lawns, hiding from big dogs, hide and seek, all the way, and finally came to the backyard of the udon noodle restaurant.

This place is very remote, not in the center of the town, it belongs to the corner of the town.

The backyard is separated by a masonry wall.

I looked around and saw that there was no place for my feet.I just gave Sherlock a look.

The latter will understand.He helped me to bend down and let me step on his back.

I'm not polite, I didn't take off my shoes, I just stepped on it.

Be careful leaning over the wall to have a look.

Ouch, it's just in time.

Lao Mo had his hands tied behind his back, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and a Japanese sword was hung around his neck, and he sat directly on the concrete floor.

The yard is huge, and by visual inspection, Lao Mo is 20 meters away from me!

There are a lot of big cherry trees planted in a row next to the wall. The big red cherries are currently ripening. I picked one, rubbed it with my hand, threw it into my mouth, and looked at it carefully while eating.

In the yard, there is a circle of Japanese ninjas in black clothes.

The little five wolves were on the list.

But I didn't see Sasaki.

The little five wolves are not a humble gentleman at this time. He gritted his teeth, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmm What are you doing! Japanese? This is the United States, not your Japanese territory! You, what do you want to do."

Little Five Wolf snorted coldly: "Mr. Mo, I just want to ask you a few questions. One, who did you get that blood sample in your hand from?"

Lao Mo: "I won't tell! You fucker, if you don't give me a trick, I won't tell you even if I die."

I leaned against the wall and almost laughed out loud.

Old Mo, old Mo, what are you looking like.Trapped in the enemy's army, captured by others, and even begging for a beauty trick, brother convinces you!You are my brother, really big brother.

Little Five Wolf gritted his teeth: "Beauty tricks, no! If you don't tell me, Mr. Mo, your head will fall off immediately!"

Lao Mo: "Ci'ao, it's not interesting at all. That's fine, I said. Well, the blood sample was given to me by that kid surnamed Ji, but let me tell you, that kid may be fake. I I heard that when he was in Hawaii, he was trapped on the island, and then there was no food, there was a fake one that looked like him, and then the fake one killed him and ate him..."

My time!Does Lao Mo have such vernacular words as you?The original version is not like this, okay? The original version is that I wanted to be Ji Baida, so I killed Ji Baida, and there was no part of cannibalism.You, why did you add it without authorization.

Little Five Wolf: "Hmph, I don't care if he is real or not, I just want to know who he asked you to give it to when he gave you the blood sample."

Old Mo: "Ms. Ma!"

"Bageya Road! Is there such a person? Madame Ma..."

Old Mo: "Don't, don't worry, I, I made a mistake, can't I? Ma... Marilyn, yes, Marilyn!"

The little five wolves snorted heavily.

"Mr. Mo, you are not bad, you are quite obedient. However, I feel that you seem to be living a very unhappy life now. Is it because you have not been reused and want to ask for credit?"

Lao Mo: "Hey, you Japanese devil, how do you know everything?"

Little Five Wolf: "Bage! Devil, is that your name?"

Old Mo: "Wrong, Taijun."

Little Five Wolf: "Well, Taijun is about the same. Mr. Mo, your emotions are written on your face. We know that you are very emotional, right?"

Lao Mo: "Yeah, our boss, shit, it's too slamming, you don't say anything, and you don't let me go to play. I have been in the United States for so long, and I haven't been to Las Vegas once. Well, I, I am a man, what a failure."

Little Five Wolf: "Well, very good, not bad! Listen, Mr. Mo, we can give you US dollars. You can go to Las Vegas, and besides..." Little Five Wolf lowered his voice: "We still have a beauty trap of."

Lao Mo's eyes lit up: "Wow, Japanese girls! Have you ever made porn?"

Little Five Wolf smiled badly: "We're going to shoot soon, but we're missing a leading actor."

Old Mo: "I like it, I want to be..."

Little Five Wolf: "Be good, if the man surnamed Fan has any actions or plans, please report to us as soon as possible. Also, the man surnamed Ji, you have to get in touch with him and listen to his voice, especially for the Our hearts, do you understand?"

Lao Mo: "Hay, Taijun, work clearly!"

I poked my waist lightly and escaped from the wall.

What did Sherlock want to say, I signaled him not to speak, and we returned the same way.

Walking on the road, I sighed with emotion, I have to say, Lao Mo is really a good chess game!This person... Ouch, I am convinced by Old Uncle Huang and Old Faner now.You said that in the vast crowd, you can find the best of Lao Mo.

Lao Mo has no principles, no lower limit, a fool on the wall, as long as he has milk, he is a mother!

This, in the eyes of ordinary people, may be a big disadvantage.But if you can control it well and play it well, Lao Mo, it will be a big killer!

The whole bureau, come this far.I feel more and more that that drilling platform is not the real target.Certainly, there is another hidden, unknown to me, great benefit to follow.

what?Alien plate?Wormhole space?Solomon's treasure?nothing like...

It is estimated that only Tanimura and a few veterans know this secret in their stomachs.Oh, and Francis, he knows!

From the backyard of the udon restaurant.

All the way, we crossed the lawn and turned over the kennel.Finally came to Xiaosa Bar.

Sherlock and I went into the house and each ordered a bottle of beer.

Sherlock looked mysterious: "J, what did you hear?"

I said, "First of all, this is not a kidnapping case. The man who was taken away was with them."

Sherlock took a sip of beer: "And then?"

I beckoned Sherlock to approach, and I said, "Among the white people who entered Francis' house, there is a man named Tong Minghai. This man uses a Chinese name, but I suspect that he is Korean!"

Sherlock was startled: "San Fatty, did you send someone to America?"

I said: "I can't rule out this possibility, a North Korean! Well, tsk tsk, Tong Minghai, I think it is very necessary for you to go back to the police station and adjust your database."

Sherlock got up immediately: "ok, j, I will definitely do it. By the way, how do you know all this?"

I said, "I'm also very curious about Francis' friend. I heard it occasionally when I was looking at his door."

Sherlock: "J, thank you."

I said, "You're welcome!"

I shook hands with Sherlock, the latter went straight out, drove back to the police station in the small town and checked everything related to the word 'Tong Minghai'.

I was leisurely, in the bar, watched TV for a while, and chatted with the bar owner, Bill, about the history of pornographic movies for a while.

I paid and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly the bar door opened.

Fan Jinnan stood at the door.

I was taken aback for a moment, at the same time, I saw Lao Mo following behind Lao Faner!

Lao Mo, who just came out from under the hands of the Japanese, is smiling confidently, leisurely.

When Lao Fan saw me, he probably didn't expect that I would show up at the bar, he was taken aback.

I was also habitually stunned.

Yes, this scene is quite embarrassing, how can I start it well?

Don't worry, with Lao Mo around, you will never be left alone.

"Hehe, Mr. Fan, this is the boy, does he look like Ji Boda?" Old Mo said with a playful smile.

Old Fan'er's face was tense, but after a while, his expression eased, and he stretched out his hand and said to me, "What's your name?"

When Lao Faner stretched out his hand, I knew that I wanted to perform a play with him, a rival play specially for Lao Mo.

But at this time.

Steve, who sells Chinese medicine in the town, appeared in front of me with a depressed face.

He's coming in for a drink.

However, when he saw me, he opened his mouth as if he had found a savior, and said, "Oh my god, j, so you are here! I finally found you!"