Chapter 162 The jade is broken, the achievement is the tile
Mu Tian watched Feng Ruyun's car turn onto Petain Road and disappear, and then turned around.
Hidemi Otani was coming out of it. He looked at Hu Ti eagerly, his body tensed, as if he was ready to deal with emergencies or create incidents at any time.
Mu Tian hurriedly ran two steps and stood between him and Hu Ti. He glared at Ouyang Hui who was still posing with his face, and stretched out his hand towards Otani Hidemi, "My lord, Mutian, we have met before, but we haven't officially met each other yet.
I am Miss Ouyang's tenant." Pointing to Hu Ti next to him, "He is my friend and Miss Ouyang's tenant. We two brothers live together."
Otani Hidemi was not sure what was going on for a while, so she rubbed her hands on her body and shook hands with Mu Tian, "Nice to meet you, I am Otani Hidemi, Ms. Ouyang's... classmate."
Ouyang Hui put away her Pussy, walked to Otani Hidemi's side, made a snuggling gesture, held her hands with a lotus finger, her fingertips pressed against her chin, the diamond on her hand was still on display, and she said delicately, "Today we
I had a great time, thank you Mr. Mutian for the invitation."
Hu Ti stared at Mu Tian with his eyes widened.
Mutian understood Hu Ti's anger and glanced at him, meaning to talk later.
Hu Ti said "hum", turned around and left.
Mu Tian grabbed him and said, "I'll drive you off in my car."
"No need." Hu Ti broke away from him and continued walking.
Mu Tian stopped chasing, "You can't get a taxi here, the traffic is under control."
"You can do it! I'll walk back."
Mu Tian stamped his foot, waved awkwardly at Otani Hidemi, ran to the parked rental car, pried open the window, pointed at Hu Ti walking in front, and said to the driver, "Follow that person until
Until he gets in the car."
The driver asked: "I just saw this man. He is very stubborn. What if he never gets in the car?"
Mu Tian muttered: "Just follow him until he gets home, Qixingli."
"I understand. Then I will collect the car and leave when I get to Qixingli."
"In this way, when he gets on the bus, you see him off and then come back. If you follow him all the way to Qixingli, you don't have to come back." Mu Tian took out a ten-yuan French currency and handed it to the driver, patting the roof of the car.
The driver drove away.
Mu Tian stepped back and ignored Otani Hidemi at all. He grabbed Ouyang Hui's arm, pulled her away a few steps, and said in a deep voice: "That's too much!"
Ouyang Hui looked at Mu Tian with an innocent face, "What are you talking about? Allah didn't do anything to attack you?"
"What else do you want to do? Hug and kiss passionately in person?" Mu Tian was anxious.
"Don't you think Allah can't do it?" Ouyang Hui said nonchalantly, her upper body swaying.
"Do you... believe that I asked Uncle Geng to teach you a lesson?" Mu Tian's words were a bit nonsensical, and he looked really angry.
"You know he is not my father, so what qualifications does he have to teach me a lesson?" Ouyang Hui still kept it secret from Zhu Hu, as if she loved someone.
"You..." Mu Tian pushed her away.
Ouyang Hui, who was wearing high heels, staggered and was about to fall.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Otani Hidemi took a step forward, flew forward, and caught Ouyang Hui who was about to fall to the ground. He stared straight at Mu Tian. His gentle and elegant look just now revealed a deep ferocity.
Mu Tian retracted his glaring gaze, clapped his hands together, with a smile on his face, stepped forward and extended a hand to Otani Hidemi.
This Japanese guy is very skilled, Hu Ti may not be his opponent.
Before Otani Hidemi could react, a guard ran over and called, "Inspector, the phone number is from Miss Ji. It's urgent. Please pick it up right away."
Mu Tian was stunned for a moment, then he moved towards Otani Hidemi and rushed into the building with the guards.
Mu Tian almost rushed to the table, grabbed the receiver, and said, "Hello."
"Mutian, come quickly, he is so powerful, he is dead!"
Mu Tian trembled all over, "He's dead, how did he die?"
"He, they said, appeared to have committed suicide."
"Suicide? You protect the scene and don't move anything. I'll be there right away. You call Jiang Xinyi and ask the patrol office to send someone there too."
"Where is your car?" Mu Tian asked the guardian.
"Waiting at the door."
"Give me the key. You are in charge here for the time being. The key point is Lin Xiangyun. After you are done, you must take him back to the detective agency and let him live on the fourth floor. He is not allowed to take a step outside the detective agency, is not allowed to make phone calls, and is not allowed to have any contact with the outside world.
Get in touch. He probably still needs to eat, so whatever he needs, go and buy it for him."
"Understood."
Mu Tian patted the defender twice on the arm and walked away quickly.
At this time, the big clock on the Bund was ringing twelve o'clock at midnight.
This is the death knell, but for whom are you tolling?
The emergency response speed of the patrol room in the French Concession was acceptable. When Mu Tian arrived, the patrol had already sealed off the scene. Entry and exit of the newspaper office were no longer allowed.
Here again, Mu Tian felt the difference between inside and outside the system. His gold-gilded business card didn't work at all, and even patrolman Ah San, who was guarding the door, didn't look down on him. He had to explain that he was a registered detective and that the newspaper had invited him here.
Yes, but Asan has to see the employment documents before he can be released.
Zhang Jiayong, who had been patrolling nearby, saw the commotion at the door and came over. He saw that it was Mu Tian and knew his connection with the Oriental Morning News. He also expected that Jiang Xinyi would arrive soon and would have to let him in. Why not just be a favor and just "
"Papa" gave each of the two Asan patrolmen a mouth, scolded them for being ignorant, and told them to withdraw the rope.
Mu Tian wanted to say thank you, but looking at Zhang Jiayong's face, he took the words back as soon as they reached his lips. He went straight into the newspaper office. He ignored the elevator and ran towards the stairs.
Zhang Jiayong's raised voice came from behind: "Inspector? Hey, you can still call yourself emperor, someone has to recognize you!"
Mutian ignored Zhang Jiayong's sarcasm and climbed up to the fourth floor in one breath.
The door to the chief writer's office was open, and two European and American patrol policemen were guarding both sides of the door with guns.
Mu Tian suddenly put his feet back and walked in quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Li Zhongtian's soul.
There was no extra person in the room. Ji Ruoxi stood solemnly on the head of Li Zhongtian's desk with her head bowed, her hips pressed against the table, as if this was the only way she could stand.
Ji Fenglin sat opposite Li Zhongtian, holding his forehead with one hand.
Li Zhongtian was lying on his back in his armchair, with blood on his head and face, and a strange expression.
His hands fell by his side. On the floor under his right hand, there was a gun, a small Browning 1911. The manuscript that Ji Ruoxi had written that day was spread out on the table, with Mu Tian's signature and dots on it.
Bloodstains.
The brush was placed on the inkstone, but the inside of the inkstone was dry.
Mu Tian read it all around: This is undoubtedly suicide.
He stepped forward and gently held Li Zhongtian's right hand, looked at it carefully under the lamp, put it under his nose and smelled it, put down Li Zhongtian's hand, walked to Ji Ruoxi's side, and whispered, "It's suicide, I'm sorry.
"
Ji Ruoxi, who had already burst into tears, burst into tears again. She looked helplessly at Mu Tian and shook her head gently.
In an instant, Mu Tian understood the reason for Li Zhongtian's suicide from Ji Ruoxi's sad eyes, and couldn't help but lower his head.
You are so awesome, you are not awesome at all. You have lived for so long, and you have lived for so long, don’t you understand? If the jade is broken, the achievements are just tiles.
Just then, Ji Fenglin punched the writing table and said, "Like a huge pen breaking like a rafter, where is the backbone of the mountains and rivers?!" Then he stood up suddenly, grabbed the manuscript on the table, balled it up fiercely, and threw it to the corner with a "bang"
In the wastebasket.
"Tell them all to come back and publish a full-page obituary on one page!"