In the inconspicuous black second-hand sedan, Qing Huan sat in the passenger seat and calmly asked the man beside him holding a telescope and was monitoring the enemy situation: "... Do you need to take me with you to catch a traitor?" She is not professional in this regard, and may not be able to help.

Yan Wu said: "I am trying to protect you. Xiao Zheng is not saying that I have to take you with me anytime and anywhere."

"Then you might as well tie me to your belt." Qing Huan muttered. It was really hard for this man to finish it. She said she didn't want to come or not, but he insisted on bringing her here. She said that she was so beautiful that she said... For her safety, she was not safe in her own room. In that small and broken house, the thief had to shed tears of bitterness when he was patronized by her. She took out two cents to put it on the table to improve the food for them.

But the other party insisted, so she had to get into the only used car in the detective agency and followed Yan Wu out to catch the traitor. Qing Huan really has no experience in this area, and of course she is not as good as a professional talent like Yan Wu. When these men heard about traitors, their eyes lit up and said that they were the most profitable, especially when the traitors appeared on the scene, they would sometimes play a guest role in Cowherd's bodyguards and other jobs, which would add money, so it was really great.

Mrs. Lin’s husband is Lin Yusheng. He is 45 years old this year. He is of medium shape. His hair is still black and his clothes are neatly worn. He is generally a very decent person. He told Mrs. Lin that he was wearing golf clothes and wearing golf clothes on his back. Now he saw him in, and he has not moved until now. I don’t know what he is doing.

They were staring outside, probably for more than two hours. Among the luxury cars, this dilapidated second-hand Santana was really conspicuous. Qinghuan was a little suspicious of Yan Wu's level. When he drove this kind of car to a high-end place, he was like an old hen who broke into the crane group, full of incongruity.

"It's not possible to tie it to the belt." Yan Wu put down his telescope and grinned. "It's okay to put it in his pants directly."

Qinghuan: "..."

After a while, a white sedan drove out of the golf course, and Yan Wu saw it at a glance. Why? Because the car is just like the second-hand Santana he drives now, it makes people feel very abnormal. It’s okay if his car parked outside. Those who entered the golf course played were rich, and no one could drive such an ordinary car. The most important thing is that when the car passed by them, he looked at it and was sure that Lin Yusheng was sitting in the back seat.

"We're going to keep up with you, baby."

Qinghuan subconsciously grabbed the seat belt. Yan Wu's driving skills were first-class, but one disadvantage was that he flew too low. If he could fly higher, it would be perfect. It was the peak time of traffic, so he was not afraid of it. He was so good that he drove a second-hand Santana and was just like going to the sky. He was nimble in the traffic flow. He saw that he played games a lot.

Yan Wu has been in this industry for a long time, so he is very clear about how to hide himself, and he is not recognized along the way. The white sedan in front of him probably didn't expect someone to follow him like this. The slow speed just kept Yan Wu and them.

The car left the city and drove to the suburbs, and finally stopped at the entrance of a farmhouse. Whether it was Yan Wu or Qinghuan, they looked at each other and mysteriously disappeared with Lin Yusheng every week. The thing that used to play golf as an excuse was... Farmhouse? Do he think the local chickens in the farmhouse are particularly delicious? With such a question, Yan Wu got out of the car. Qinghuan didn't want to get off, so he threatened to kiss her, and she got off immediately.

Yan Wu: "..." I always feel very sad.

He touched his pocket again. Because he had no money, he usually had no wallet, so he only had more than one hundred yuan. I don’t know if it was enough to go in for a meal.

He took Qinghuan's little hand and walked towards the farmhouse, but before he could enter the door, he was stopped. The one who stopped them was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat on his head, dressed in a farmhouse and spoke with a clear accent: "You can't go in, you can't go in! You can't go in here!"

"My girlfriend and I pass by and want to enter the city, but it will take more than an hour from the city. My girlfriend is so hungry that we just want to come in for a meal."

"No, no! We are a private farmhouse here and we don't entertain guests! You might as well leave quickly, leave quickly!" The man kept waving.

Since the other party refused to let in, Yan Wu had no choice. He took Qinghuan away and then walked around the back of the farmhouse. Qinghuan watched him climb up the wall in a neat manner, and even reached out to ask her to come too. Looking at the skirt on her body, she wanted to refuse: "Can you not crawl?"

"It's very dangerous outside. What if I'm found out? Go in and take a look."

Qinghuan hesitated for a while and asked him to pull himself up. The yard of the farmhouse is very ordinary, just like any farmhouse, with no strange places at all. If there must be one, it is very quiet, and there is no sound at all, as if there is no one. But just now they saw Lin Yusheng's car driving into the farmhouse gate with their own eyes. It shouldn't be gone.

The middle-aged man was still at the door, and he looked like a guardian. Yan Wu and Qinghuan carefully avoided him and slipped into the yard. Passing through the kitchen, he saw a plate of freshly cooked dishes in the kitchen. Yan Wu picked up his shirt and sorted out his shirt. He looked like a waiter. He had a very majestic temperament and looked unfathomable, but now he acted like a working person.

Qinghuan also stuffed a plate of fruit into his hand, and the two of them entered the big house. This place was supposed to be a private room for dinner, with tables and other things, but there was no one. The whole big house was quiet and a bit terrible.

Yan Wu looked around and finally stopped at the small door marking the toilet. He reached out and twisted it gently - he couldn't, and then he found that the door was locked. At this time, someone suddenly came. He pulled Qinghuan to hide. Two men came. After they came in, they went straight to the toilet door and knocked on the door six times, which was quite a while. Then the door was opened and someone asked, "How to eat celery?"

"Eat tender ones not old ones."
Chapter completed!