[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

This hurdle is finally over.

Zhang Yu sat on Sherlock's lap, drinking the special red wine here, chatting with other prostitutes in the hotel, bragging about his worth.It looks like there is no violation.

Sherlock broke into the inside of this group of scum with some US dollars, inquiring about some inside information.

The small hotel here is not just a place to provide people with appointments and lodging. Anyone who knows the business knows that there are news dealers all over the place, begging for the arrival of the patron every day.

Sherlock is deliberately taking advantage of it.

I don’t know if I saw Lie Xinxi, after the Sionnis named Abel finished speaking with Sherlock, he didn’t go back to his original place to drink, but sat down with him not far from Sherlock. talk.

If it wasn't for him being too close to his side, Zhang Yu wouldn't be nestled in Sherlock's arms like a child, and could only play the role of decoration, and even had to act a little vulgar and exposed on purpose.

Abel Siennis' eyes swept across Zhang Yu's upper body, feasting his eyes once, then turned around, and said reluctantly to Sherlock: "Brother, I really fucking regret that just now It's too straightforward! I really can't bear to leave such a baby to you for a day."

Sherlock ignored him, and only heard him babbling over and over again: "Recently, because of that arrogant cannibal in Gotham, our large group of prostitutes and red-light girls have all gone out of business. His heart was gouged out, and he died without a whole body. This is great, my cousin of Patriarch Sionis, who can’t even sleep with a woman for a few days! If I know who that guy is, I will let him He knows that there is a thing in the world called pouring cement."

He took out a crumpled cigarette from his lower pocket, and put it near his mouth, and then the attendant at the side brought a lighter filled with oil, and carefully served the upset young master.

A not pungent but very strong cigarette smoke formed a white smoke ring by itself, slowly floating upwards, the face of the man behind the smoke was faintly visible, and even his voice was a little floating: "I said, come here What do I want to do in my land? I don’t know when such a beautiful woman and such a man who can play with guns appeared on my land. "

Huh?

"A man with a gun?"

Zhang Yu felt that he was not in the same world as them, what kind of man playing with guns?Why doesn't she know?

However, Sherlock understood what the other party wanted to say, because his gun was still on Abel Siennis' waist, without even shaking it, and it was as stable as a tree in the mountains.

He stretched out his free hand and waved it in the air, looking at Abel Sionis with a particularly fierce look in his eyes, "I remember what I said just now, you shouldn't mention this woman anymore. I Is a lone ranger, and doesn't care about your Sean family. Annoy me, and you can say goodbye to women for the rest of your life."

The arrogant words did not cause Abel's madness to flare up further, he just laughed at the top, with a chic posture that made people want to give him a brick.

"Okay, okay," he raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, "I'm not interested in this woman now, but I'm more interested in you."

Sherlock smiled coldly, but also withdrew the weapon he was holding just now, ignored him, and kissed and kissed the woman in his arms.

Zhang Yuhaoxuan slapped Sherlock to death without a slap. If she said that she was presumptuous just now, she could understand that Sherlock was trying to prevent their identities from being discovered.But this time?This time it was clearly naked speculation.

She put her lips close to Sherlock's ear, blowing very restlessly, imitating the romance novels of the domineering president she had read before.

It's just a pity that Sherlock's stage number is too high, and Zhang Yu's little thought did not produce any physical changes, and it is more healthy than a mummy.

Zhang Yu no longer focuses on hurting each other, and Sherlock can finally spare some of his mind to find clues.

He moved his stool a little closer to that Abel, and said cautiously: "I'm a killer, and I'm looking for someone now. I wonder if you can help me, brother? One thousand dollars a question, as long as you I think what I said is true, the money is yours. Presumably you will not reject these windfalls!"

Abel's eyes lit up.Although his status is not low, he has no real power in his hands, otherwise he wouldn't spend the day in the motel.A thousand dollars a question is enough to get him to Las Vegas for a few weeks.Therefore, he became more interested in the self-proclaimed killer in front of him.

"As long as the question is within my reach, I can answer it."

After hesitating for a while, Abel still gave Sherlock an okay answer.

Sherlock nodded, smiled, and said, "That's enough. The first question, is there a boat whining here every night at 11:30?"

"This is a characteristic of this place. Our family will send a boat to the other side at that time every night to send some gadgets. Why do you ask this?"

"Find a target. The second question, is the phone booth outside available to everyone? Or is it only available to some people?"

This question is a bit difficult for Master Abel, but there are people around him who can answer this question.

"That phone booth is for Ole, the boss of the three alleys nearby, and the people he allows. If other people use it, unless they can afford a call that costs one hundred dollars, they will die."

Sherlock asked the last question with a serious expression: "So, Master Abel Sionis, can you order Ole? I need to get some information from him."

Abel smiled reservedly: "Of course. This is the territory of the Siennis family, and that Ole is just a temporary caretaker. However, if you want me to take you to Ole, the reward must not be less."

Sherlock didn't pay attention to the slight threat in his words, took out a dozen dollars from his coat pocket, threw it in front of Abel quite domineeringly, and then said a harmless sentence: "I hope you can really Do it, otherwise, my gun will also meet the blood of the noble."

In front of Zhang Yu, the two successfully colluded together, and under the bombardment of money, they reached a certain consensus.

After eating the simple Italian grilled rice, Sherlock took Zhang Yu, and under Abel's personal leadership, walked into the territory of a certain underworld leader.

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Ole is a very business-minded underworld leader.He made a fortune from every unique item in his domain.

For example, high cigarettes, high communication fees, and high bagels.

Yes, he likes monopoly, because monopoly means holding other people's lifeblood.It's like the red phone booth on a street, because many poor people here don't even have mobile phones as a general tool (more people may not have credit lines for mobile phone cards), so the most important anonymous communication method for the outside world is Became his golden rooster.

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