Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Then, the bartender complained for another half an hour. Feng Qingyu listened to his complaints patiently, as there might be clues in his words.

Just when Feng Qingyu couldn't bear it anymore and was about to interrupt him, the topic finally came to Miss Sigrid.

"Miss, you have to help us talk to the mayor. Our store has nothing to do with her cousin's disappearance. Look, the girl sitting at the door seemed to have drunk with Miss Sigrid on the day of the incident. Do you want to ask her?"

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyu looked in the direction the bartender pointed. Sitting at that table was a girl from Liberia with short dark grey hair. She was quite pretty, and her eyes and hair were the same colour, both dark grey.

Unlike other guests, there was no one around her. She sat quietly in the corner drinking, which was out of tune with the noisy environment.

Why not go to a quiet cafe and drink coffee? Feng Qingyu thought.

"Thanks, Mr. Bartender."

She took her drink, walked around the crowd on the dance floor, and came to the girl from Liberi.

"Can I sit here?"

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"Can I sit here?"

Feng Qingyu glanced at the empty seats next to the Liberi girl. Except for the one she occupied, the rest were empty.

The other party didn't respond at all and just drank.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Now is not the time to waver. It is embarrassing, but as long as you don't feel embarrassed, there is no such thing as embarrassment.

Feng Qingyu shamelessly continued to ask: "Miss, do you mind if I sit next to you? If you mind, I will go somewhere else."

"..."

After a while, the girl with short dark gray hair raised her head and looked at Feng Qingyu with dull eyes.

"Are you talking to me?"

Didn't I react just now? Feng Qingyu thought.

"Yes, I was just asking you if I could sit next to you. If you mind so much, I won't bother you."

Feng Qingyu had to repeat the same sentence three times.

The familiar joke of Ma Dongmei had already appeared in her mind. This girl was not very old, but her ears were as big as those of an old man.

"I don't mind."

Finally, the Liberi girl gave Feng Qingyu the answer she wanted. Feng Qingyu felt relieved and sat down in the empty seat next to her.

My waist aches after standing for a long time. I blame all this on a certain evil boss. He makes me work undercover when there is work to do and when there is nothing to do. In short, it is extremely excessive.

"Thank you...my waist is so sore."

As soon as he sat down, Feng Qingyu couldn't wait to lean against the back of the sofa.

I chatted with the bartender for an hour at the counter, and had to listen to him rambling on about trivial matters at home and in the neighborhood. There was no comfortable chair to sit next to, only a small round stool with high legs. My tired waist couldn't get any rest and was always sore.

The body that had finally recovered was wasted under Chen's domineering attack.

As strong as she is, doesn't she still have to drag her tired body to investigate the case?

After calming down, Feng Qingyu thought about how to start the conversation. The girls in Liberi were very dull, and they were probably more so than Yaye. Yaye would take the initiative to talk to people, but she was dull because she didn't want to socialize with people, while this girl was the type who didn't talk at all.

"What's your name, miss?"

"..."

The girl Liberi repeated the previous operation again, and then realized that Feng Qingyu was asking her.

Her expression is always confused and dull, and she is always a step behind when others ask her questions.

"Just call me Rafiela."

"Hello, Miss Lafiella. My name is Feng Qingyu."

"Hello."

After the basic self-introduction, there was no more words between the two. As long as Feng Qingyu didn't take the initiative to talk to Lafiela, she really couldn't say a word.

"By the way, I heard you know this girl."

Feng Qingyu put the photo on the table. La Fiela looked very innocent, not scheming, and not very old, so it was impossible for her to be plotting something.

"Her family is very worried about her. The bartender said that you have a good relationship, so maybe he can ask you where she went on the day she was kidnapped."

La Fiela took a few sips of wine silently, rolled his eyes a few times, and seemed to be thinking.

"Miss Sigrid went to a nearby bookstore that day. The latest comics had just been released, and I accompanied her. But... in the blink of an eye, she disappeared."

“Which bookstore?”

“The one in front of the station.”

"Would it be convenient for you to take me over to have a look?"

"can."

The two men finished their drinks and Feng Qingyu went to the bar to pay the bill. Although the bartender tried to persuade him to have a couple more drinks and chat with him about other things, Feng Qingyu politely declined, slipped out of the bar and followed Rafiela.

The little girl walked very fast and silently, and Feng Qingyu had to work harder to keep up with her.

Coming and going like the wind, that's what she is all about.

If you look closely, this girl looks very much like Gray Throat, so much so that at first glance you will have an illusion that Gray Throat is sitting in front of you.

Both of them are Liberi, with a height difference of only about four centimeters. Their hair color and length are also relatively similar. It is not an exaggeration to say that Rafiela is a replica of Graythroat.

He remained silent while walking. If he hadn't been able to see a moving figure not far ahead, Feng Qingyu would have thought he was taking a walk.

She followed Raffaella through two streets, away from the noisy bars, and finally saw some other shops. They were slightly more presentable, although not as flashy as the bars and casinos.

These shops are bookstores, stationery stores and grocery stores. They are certainly not as profitable as bars and casinos, but they must exist.

Several bookstores are lined up in a row, and young customers are walking among the bookshelves, making it quite lively.

"Are we there yet?" Feng Qingyu stopped to wipe the sweat off his face.

It was already noon, which happened to be the hottest time of the day. Feng Qingyu just hoped to find clues quickly and exchange information with Chen and the others during lunch time.

How embarrassing would it be if you were the only one who couldn't find anything?

The ace undercover agent of the Imperial Guard Bureau would never admit defeat. She encouraged herself in her heart that if she persisted for a little longer, she should be able to find some clues.

“The bookstore is in the alley.”

Rafiela's voice came from the front.

Feng Qingyu saw her walk into the corner of the alley, so he followed her and prepared to find out what was going on. There were also shops in the alley, but the business was quieter than those outside, and the rent of the shops was relatively cheap.

The alley is very cool. The buildings on both sides can just block the sunlight, and the breeze blows through from time to time, which is quite comfortable.

Finally, La Fiela stopped in front of a shop. However, the shop door was closed, and the two handles on the door were locked. The things inside had been emptied long ago, leaving only garbage and debris on the ground. The glass door and the ground were covered with a thick layer of dust. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

The advertisement for the shop to rent has become wrinkled due to wind and sun, and the color of the words is almost invisible.

How could anyone come to visit a store like this?

"That's not right. This shop is not open for business. Are you mistaken?"

Feng Qingyu's question received no verbal response, but instead she was hit by a club from behind.

"Boom-"

The head was hit hard and hard, and the world was spinning in front of my eyes and my vision was blurred.

"..."

When he reached out and touched it, he saw blood all over the place where he was hit.

She reacted quickly enough, her sword was already drawn, ready to fight the enemy attacking from behind, but the enemy was cunning and had prepared an electric baton.

Feng Qingyu heard the sound of electric current, and then his body became numb and painful. The person holding the electric baton was standing right behind him, and his voice was quite playful and smart. It could be judged that it was not Rafiela.

So who is this guy?

"I'm not a villain who doesn't know how to finish off a player."

Before Feng Qingyu passed out, he only saw a pair of beautiful legs. The owner of the legs was wearing black graffiti canvas shoes and there was a tattoo of the city emblem of Dosores on the ankle.

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After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qingyu regained consciousness a little bit. There was a pungent smell of motor oil and dust accumulated from long periods of lack of ventilation. This smell was very familiar.

Judging from her years of undercover experience, she had been to this place before. Even if she hadn't been there, she might have passed by it.

The vision went from dim to blurry, and then gradually became clear.

What came into view was a large warehouse corner filled with miscellaneous items. The words on the cartons were in Letanian, Colombian and Bolivarian. She should still be in Dos Solès.

On the other side of the warehouse, there are a large number of vehicle parts piled up. A semi-finished convertible SUV is surrounded by scattered parts and is located in the center of the entire warehouse. The SUV's paint job is quite cool, and special paint is placed on the shelf next to it.

"The design and layout of this warehouse... looks so familiar. I've definitely seen it somewhere."

She had a severe headache, but she had no painkillers on hand, so she had to endure it for a while and wait until the pain was over before thinking about the problem.

First, review in your mind why things have turned out this way.

There must be something wrong with a girl named Rafiela.

"I was careless and was fooled by a little girl."

Perhaps it had been too long since he had conducted any dangerous infiltration missions, and he had seen too many gentle and pretty girls on Rhodes Island, so he mistakenly believed that all these naturally cute girls were non-aggressive.

As the saying goes, "lust is a knife hanging over your head", and now she was stabbed by this knife and bleeding.

Damn womanizing...

"If I weren't so anxious..."

Her experience shows that adult women should pay attention to their safety when going out, because they are very likely to be plotted against by girls younger than themselves.

You should never let your guard down just because Rafiela is cute. Maybe her name is not Rafiela at all, and Rafiela may be a pseudonym.

Feng Qingyu wanted to move her hands and feet, but she found that they were also tied up and she couldn't move. She didn't have natural supernatural powers, so she couldn't break free from the hemp rope that was half the thickness of her wrist.

The more you struggle with this kind of rope, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and it rubs the skin on your wrists until it hurts.

"Good boy, shall we start by breaking free from the ropes?"

Both Rhodes Island and the Imperial Guards have experience in teaching this kind of escape. When your limbs are tied up with ropes, you should try to find something sharp that can cut the ropes.

Even if you haven't received relevant training, you can still understand the basics by watching TV dramas and reading suspense novels.

There are many sharp objects, but it takes a lot of effort to move them to the front.

"call……"

I was tied up so tightly that I had no room to struggle. I couldn't even stand up, but I could barely sit up.

It’s a pity that my hands are tied behind my back, otherwise I could try to break free.

Thoughts are beautiful, but reality will slap you in the face. Two people walked into the warehouse, one was Rafiela, the bait, and the other was the heroine in the photo in Feng Qingyu's pocket, Sigrid Sanchez, the mayor's kidnapped cousin.

At this point, she finally understood that the young lady who loved to stir up trouble was not kidnapped at all, but a kidnapping she staged herself.

The young lady was neither injured nor tied up, and could move freely. Her toes could guess the reason.

"Stop struggling. You can't untie the thick hemp rope specially made by Dosorest. I saw your performance in the Grand Prix. If you look at it alone, it's just average. Compared with the other three players, you seem mediocre and there is nothing outstanding about you. Is the only thing worth looking at in today's contestants' faces?"

Miss Sigrid mercilessly criticized Feng Qingyu without giving him any face.

"Okay... I admit that I am just a younger brother in front of Mr. Chen and the others. I am a loser in every sense of the word, and I will not refuse to admit it."

But it's really embarrassing to be criticized by a girl younger than me.

Feng Qingyu saw another ankle with the emblem of the city of Dosorres tattooed on it. That ankle belonged to Miss Sigrid. Having the emblem of a city tattooed on one's body may not mean much, but it certainly shows that the person loves this place.

She obviously likes this city, but why does she want to cause trouble for it?

This problem must be figured out by Feng Qingyu herself, no one here will tell her.

Miss Sigrid brought a chair and placed it one and a half meters in front of Feng Qingyu. She sat down and crossed her legs. Her fair skin was very eye-catching.