Alexei's memories appeared in front of me in order from now to the past. Theoretically, as long as I scroll forward for more than half a year, I can find out who the person who made the deal with him is.
However, this information is too complicated. Speeding through it consumes mental energy, and it is easy to miss it if you are not paying attention.
But if we don’t speed up, we don’t know what year it will be.
After searching for almost half an hour, I didn't find any useful information, but I did see a lot of scenes of him playing with women. It was so confusing that my head started to get confused.
He took his hand away from his Tianling Cap and said, "It didn't work. I'm too sleepy. I'll take a nap first."
"Is this all you need?"
Zhuo Yi walked up to me: "Normally, this kind of spell shouldn't be so strenuous. Where did you encounter the problem? Tell me and I will help you think of a solution."
I described it to him in a metaphorical way: "Well... when I use this spell, I can only fast forward but cannot pull up the progress bar. What should I do?"
"How about you try a keyword search?"
This sentence was said by Qingqing: "For example, imagine what Duke Shen looks like, or think of his name?"
I nodded: "It makes sense, I'll try again."
Condensed the last spiritual power in the sea of witchcraft and consciousness, and reactivated the soul-searching method.
The three words "Shen Gongxu" were silently recited in my mind. Don't tell me, Qingqing's method is really effective!
A picture appeared in front of him. It was a spacious office. Alexey seemed to be sitting on the sofa, looking at the back of a man.
The man said something to him in Russian, including the words "Shen Gongxu".
I kept the pronunciation of the two people in mind and thought about asking Yakov to help translate later.
Just as this thought came to mind, the man standing by the window suddenly turned around. It was a familiar face.
"Zheng Qian..."
When he said this name, Alexei's pupils dilated instantly.
His reaction made me more certain that the answer I found was correct. I took my hand away from Alexei's head. My brows were furrowed and my mind was full of question marks.
Seeing my expression, Qingqing tugged on my arm: "Who is Zheng Qian?"
"You don't know, a travel agency owner."
I rubbed my temples and explained to her: "During the Chinese New Year, in Canghuidong, the third aunt sent your father back to our home to recuperate. I, the second sister, and Uncle Yang went to Hailanpao to hang out when they were bored. It was Zheng Qian that Uncle Yang found.
Entertain us.”
"So... Uncle Yang knows this Zheng Qian?"
Qingqing's little brows also began to wrinkle: "Is it possible that Uncle Yang is looking for someone to kill your father? It makes no sense!"
"It really doesn't make sense, but we'll talk about it later."
I turned to look at Yakov: "I just read a conversation in his memory. Please help me read it."
Yakov nodded, and then I stumbled and repeated that sentence. Russian is really difficult, especially the tongue-licking sound, which I couldn't even pronounce.
But Haolai’s basic pronunciation was correct. After listening to it, Yakov explained to me: “The general meaning of the conversation between these two people was that the man told Alexei that if he was caught one day, he would investigate the matter.
, Alexei will reveal the name Shen Gongxu.
For this, he could pay an extra two hundred thousand dollars, and as long as Alexei did as he said, no matter where he was caught, the man promised that he would come to rescue him.
Finally, he described Shen Gongxu's appearance to Alexei and said that it was more convincing, so he didn't."
The more I heard, the more frightened I became. Zheng Qian was determined to blame Mr. Shen. But how could he, a travel agency owner, be able to save the gang leader? Either this was a big deal, or Zheng Qian’s true identity was far away. It's not as simple as it seems.
But more than that, I want to know whether Zheng Qian did this alone, or whether Uncle Yang instigated him to do it. If it was the latter, it would be a bit intriguing.
The more I thought about it, the more confused my mind became, and I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point.
Qingqing came over to support me: "Why don't you go upstairs to rest first, get some sleep, and wait until tomorrow?"
"Okay, let's talk tomorrow."
I yawned and faced Zhuo Yi: "Well, let's send more people tonight. It's better to be careful before finding out the details of Zheng Qian. If he really wants to send some messy thing to save Alexei, Ya Cove's men are tough enough to deal with."
"I'll just wait here. If someone does come, just arrest them and interrogate them directly."
Zhuo Yi clapped his hands, and a faint devilish aura floated up from the basement: "Are you relieved?"
I nodded slightly: "I feel relieved as long as you are under my command."
Until Qingqing and I walked up the stairs, the big men from the Tiger Gang in the living room still looked confused.
There is no way, what I did just now is too shocking for ordinary people, but this is not what I should worry about, let Zhuo Yi explain it to them.
Starting from that bedroom, the blood stains left by Zhang Qi have been cleaned up.
The sea breeze was quite strong at night, so Qingqing walked over and closed the balcony door, and also helped me make the bed considerately: "Have a good rest and don't think too much about it. If it doesn't work, I will ask Uncle Yang after I return home."
"I don't want to think too much about it. The problem is too confusing."
I sat on the bed and sighed: "Uncle Yang is Sister Lin's subordinate. If he really instigated Zheng Qian to do this, would it also be Sister Lin's intention?
Another one, Sister Lin said she would come out of seclusion after autumn, but as soon as winter comes, there is no movement. I wonder if something happened to her."
Qingqing sat next to me: "Can't you think better of it? Maybe Sister Lin is just delayed by something.
And maybe this matter has nothing to do with Uncle Yang. Maybe Zheng Qian has a grudge against your father or Shen Gongxu? Besides, even if Uncle Yang instigated it, he might have other thoughts. After all, Sister Lin treats you so much. Well, it makes no sense for her to find someone to kill your father, right?"
"Maybe so. Oh, it's quite annoying anyway. When will this day end?"
I sighed and took off Qingqing's clothes: "Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Turn off the light and go to sleep. I can't open my eyes."
Qingqing pushed me: "Turn off the lights and go to bed. Why are you taking off my clothes?"
"Don't you want to sleep with me?"
"When did I say I wanted to sleep with you?"
"Why did you go back to the room with me if you didn't sleep with me?"
She spoke confidently, and then I continued to take off her clothes: "Take it off soon, I want to hold you to sleep."
Qingqing pulled my hand away again: "Be honest, you can sleep, but you must not take off your clothes. Judging from your behavior in recent times, I don't believe you won't want to do anything else after taking off your clothes."
I was sleepy and lustful at the time, and the two states were superimposed on each other and I started to get irritated: "It's not Liu Qingqing, why are you like this? I remember when we first met, you kissed me on the head several times, You all want to fall in love with me in turn, why are you so reserved now?"
A playful smile appeared on Qingqing's face, and she swiped her fingers on my lips: "Because... because I was pretending to tease you at that time.
Now that I've got you, do you think I'll let you succeed easily? That's a good idea!"