"Madam, Mrs. Cao called and asked you to play cards."
"I know."
Honolulu Road, Ho Kwan's home.
Mrs. He hummed a little tune and put on a brand new cheongsam, "Mother Jing, what do you think of me wearing this?"
"Madam, this cheongsam makes you look ten years younger when you wear it," Jing's mother said in compliment.
"Old, old, old and yellow." Mrs. He was happy in her heart and waved her hand.
"Madam, will Master Guan come back for dinner today?" Jing's mother asked. She had a busy day to prepare meals and needed to find out first.
"The little bastard has been homeless for a few days." Mrs. He muttered, "Guan Guan loves to eat small yellow croakers, so I bought two today."
"Okay."
Looking happily in the coat mirror, Mrs. He was carrying a small bag and was ready to go to the card game.
As soon as she went out, she saw a little boy poking his head at the door. Mrs. He was startled and said, "What are you doing blocking the door? Go ahead."
"Madam, what does this have to do with Master He's home?"
"Where are you from, and why are you visiting my house?" Mrs. He was surprised.
"I, I'm helping Sister Lan deliver the letter..." Xiao Maotou was a little scared and stretched out his hand, holding a letter in his hand.
"What letter? Give it to me."
"No, Sister Lan said it can only be given to Master He Guan."
"Bring it here." Mrs. He took the letter from Xiao Maotou's hand and opened it to read.
After just a brief glance, Mrs. He's expression changed, as if she had opened a dyeing shop, and her whole body was like a cat with thorns, "This bastard!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Xiao Maotou, who was about to run away, "Tell me, who is this Sister Lan?"
"Sister Lan, Sister Lan is Sister Lan from Mao'er Lane... Madam, madam, let me go." Xiao Maotou jumped around anxiously and stepped on the opponent in the confusion. Mrs. He let go of her hand in pain, and Xiao Maotou
He was so frightened that he ran away.
"You bastard! You bastard who doesn't learn well!" Mrs. He had no time to take care of the escaped little boy, and was so angry that her mouth was full of smoke.
What kind of place is Mao'er Lane? It's a group of shameless prostitutes who make a living by leaving their doors open!
This bastard actually hooked up with a little prostitute, which made me so angry.
Jing's mother heard the noise at the door and came out to check. When she saw Mrs. He going out and turning left, she shouted, "Madam, Mrs. Cao's house is on the right."
"I'm not going!" Mrs. He said angrily, "Call Mrs. Cao, I'm not going today."
"Madam, where are you going?"
"Patrol room!"
…
Fang Muheng, who looked haggard and unshaven, came downstairs to the declaration hall.
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang." The concierge Lao Kang stopped him.
"Old Kang, is something wrong?"
"Mr. Fang, I have a letter from you." Lao Kang handed a freshly stamped letter to Fang Muheng.
"Thank you, Lao Kang."
Fang Muheng took the letter, glanced at the silly words 'Mr. Fang Muheng personally expresses' on the envelope, and shook his head in disgust.
Fang Muheng is very proud of Chinese characters. Previously, a group of people in the cultural circle called for the abolition of Chinese characters and the use of Latin letters. Fang Muheng had a heated argument with these people in the newspapers.
Who is this guy? His handwriting is so ugly.
Fang Muheng opened the letter, looked at the same word "dog crawling", and shook his head again.
Immediately, his expression changed, he stuffed the letter envelope directly into his pocket, turned around and left.
"Mr. Fang, you're not going to work?" Lao Kang shouted from behind.
"Lao Kang, help me ask for leave from the editor-in-chief, and I'll go out to collect stories." Fang Muheng reached out to hail a rickshaw and turned around and shouted.
…
About an hour later.
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
Central patrol room.
Fang Muheng hurriedly paid the fare, "No need to look for it."
He walked quickly to the gate and was about to go in.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the sentry grabbed him and asked.
"Reporter from Shenbao." Fang Muheng took out his press card and said impatiently.
Hearing that it was a reporter, the sentry's expression improved a lot, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
"Officer He Guanhe from the third patrol."
"Officer He is not here," the sentry said.
"Where is Officer Liu Bo Liu?"
"Officer Liu is here. I can help you call him down."
"Hurry up, it will delay things and you can't afford it." Fang Muheng said angrily.
The guard cursed in his mind, walked into the guard box, picked up the phone, shook it, and said, "Take the third patrol."
"I'm Cheng Qianfan, what's the matter?"
"Officer Cheng, a reporter from "Declaration" came outside to ask for Officer Liu Bo."
"Okay, I get it."
Cheng Qianfan put down the phone and shouted to Liu Bo, who was pushing Pai Gow with everyone, "Brother Liu, there is a reporter from Shenbao outside looking for you."
"I got it." Liu Bo touched the Pai Gow leisurely in his hand and said suddenly, "Hahaha, take it all, give me money, give me money."
"Chenna Niang!"
"Old Liu, you are very lucky."
Liu Bo laughed loudly, took the banknotes handed over by everyone, counted them, and put half of them back, "Brothers, I'm sorry, someone is looking for me, please go out."
Everyone laughed and cursed as they took half of the returned banknotes and waved their hands, "Go ahead, go ahead."
…
Liu Bo did not leave directly, but went to change into casual clothes, went to Jin Kemu to ask for leave, and then went out.
Cheng Qianfan walked to the corridor to smoke. He watched Liu Bo hurriedly appear in the yard and met Fang Muheng at the door. He blew out the smoke ring slowly.
Da Toulu came over.
Cheng Qianfan took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Datou Lu, and the two of them puffed out smoke.
"What are you busy with Lao Liu these days?" Datou Lu pointed to the window and asked.
"I don't know." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "I've been back to Shanghai for a few days, and I just met Brother Liu today."
Da Toulu nodded and said nothing more. The two of them chatted about poor He Guan.
"Tell me, what did Master Guan do that made Mrs. He come to the police station to 'arrest people'?" Datou Lu winked.
…
"What's the matter?" Fang Muheng asked urgently.
"His mother took him back, what happened?" Liu Bo whispered. Just about ten minutes ago, Mrs. He came to the patrol room and scolded He Guanhao who was pushing Pai Gow. The usually unruly Young Master Guan,
He didn't dare to move in front of his mother, and the cat was usually snatched away by its ears.
"A message was sent to me over there." Fang Muheng whispered in an excited tone.
"Where's the letter?" Liu Bo was overjoyed and asked hurriedly. He didn't stop at the door, but left with Fang Muheng, talking as he walked.
"The writing is ugly." Fang Muheng took out the letter.
Liu Bo glanced at Fang Muheng, curious that this guy was still obsessed with the quality of his handwriting at this time, and based on his experience, intelligence personnel would definitely cover up their original handwriting when passing on information. It would be strange if the handwriting looked good.
After reading the letter carefully, Liu Bo put the letter into his pocket and said, "Let's go and find a secluded place."
Fang Muheng had no objection at all to Liu Bo who collected the letter and did not return it to him, which made Liu Bo curse in his heart:
