my wife is a consul

Chapter 51

The restaurant on the second floor of No. 3 Jing'an Lane has warm lighting. While drinking ginseng soup, Lu Ming flipped through the evening edition of "Le Monde".

"Le Monde" responded quickly. The reporter named Kim Jong-soo was confirmed dead in the afternoon, and the evening news had already published the news. The editor's note even hinted that Kim Jong-soo was probably murdered.

"Le Monde" is printed in two languages, the Western version and the Chinese version, and the content is also different. The Chinese version of "Le Monde" has readers who are the backbone of the Central Continent. Therefore, many problems are viewed from the perspective of the Central Continent. .

It seems that everyone from the reporter to the editor is outraged by Kato Shoichi's murder of a child in Nakasu, especially the mysterious death of the person who broke the news is even more outrageous.

"Boss, are you going over tonight?" Pamela asked next to her, "This case is very dangerous. Do you want me to hire the boss to protect you?"

Lu Ming looked at her and smiled, "I'm thinking about it." As a personal assistant, Pamela is still very good. For bodyguards like Datou who may be used in the future, she left a stub of her contact information.

On the left side of the long dining table, Zhen Shi, who was helping Bisi unpack the milk, turned her pretty face, her beautiful eyes were a little worried, but she didn't ask any questions.

"Sister Hanzhu, don't worry, nothing will happen." Pam Mila smiled at her.

Today, Pamela also faintly feels that this charming oriental beauty is actually a mental illness, probably the legendary schizophrenia.

Pamela gets along very well with this "Hanzhu" who is as gentle as water, and when "Bizhu" appears occasionally, Pamela keeps a respectful distance.

The same is true for Bisi, if Sister Hanzhu is around, she will become a moron, even if she has dinner, she prefers to be by Sister Hanzhu's side rather than sitting next to her mother.

Lu Ming drank the last sip of ginseng soup, seeing that they were almost finished eating, Bisi also had milk time, and said, "I'd better go there and have a look, um, let's contact Datou, after all, it's too late, the security in the suburbs Not good."

Pamela nodded slightly.

……

On the TV screen, there were cartoons with simple lines. Bisi laughed and chattered while watching, her little head buried in Lu Ming's arms from time to time.

On the other side of the sofa, Mrs. Zhen carefully trimmed Lu Ming's nails. Her smooth and tender hands were fiddling with Lu Ming's big hands, which made Lu Ming's heart itch.

Here, the little loli's milky and milky body is still burrowing into her arms, which feels really sour.

On the one hand, I feel like my father, and on the other hand, I am tickled by the charming and charming little hands.

If you don't do it well, you will have schizophrenia.

"Hanzhu, where did the ginseng in this ginseng soup come from?" Lu Ming asked curiously.

Since "Bizhu" appeared and boiled ginseng soup for himself, every time I come back, I have ginseng soup to drink. The taste of boiled with pearls is exactly the same. The strange thing is that this kind of ginseng, I don’t know where to buy it, is a bit different from ordinary ginseng. Different, snow-white rhizomes.

"Isn't it the treasure that the master brought from his hometown? It's in the kitchen?" Zhen looked dazed, and continued to trim Lu Ming's nails with her head down.

Lu Ming was speechless, but it seemed that recently, he didn't feel the feeling of being exhausted every now and then.

The quality of sleep is also much higher than before, and I won't wake up sweaty all over the place.

"Boss, the big head took over a job and is now with the employer. He said that today is definitely not going to work, and he can't just leave, but he can quit tomorrow and come follow you." Pamela just finished the phone call, feeling a little helpless Say.

"Well, let's go tomorrow. Anyway, the police have searched for evidence, so they probably won't find anything." Lu Ming said casually. He actually wanted to wait for Pamela and Bisi to go home by himself and take a taxi. car to go.

After all, it is night now, and the security is not comparable to that of the previous life, let alone the chaotic suburban areas, even in remote areas of other provinces, there are bandits and the like.

It's okay to go alone, but if Pamela is asked to drive by herself, the beautiful Western girl is too eye-catching at night in a slum with poor security.

……

Feeling that Mrs. Zhen should have fallen asleep, Lu Ming changed his clothes and just opened the bedroom door, he couldn't help but startled.

Although the living room was not turned on, the moonlight was very bright, and a graceful figure was standing in the living room, as if waiting for him.

"Bizhu?" Lu Ming stared at this pretty figure, and was stunned.

It wasn't that the tender and tender Hanzhu suddenly turned into the arrogant and sharp Bizhu between her brows, but that it was the first time I saw her dressed like this.

The shiny jewel-black leather jacket and leather pants and black boots reveal the seductive body curve of this charming stunner for the first time. The slender, soft and towering S-shaped curve is nosebleed, and the black hair is beautiful in a bun , was also hidden in a black top hat, and her pretty face was also shrouded in the shadow of the black top hat, that naturally charming little stunner transformed into an incomparably cold Ming girl.

There was a faint cold light on the soles of the lace-up boots. I don't know what kind of ingenious hidden weapon it is.

Lu Ming didn't know whether she made these equipments by herself during this period of time, or whether she just carried them with her in a daze.

There is no need to say much at this time, just sighed softly: "Okay, come with me."

With a flick of her hand, Bizhu put on a long orange-red windbreaker, which was simply tied in front of the waist and tied in a knot. When she stood on her head, she became a modern beauty, not so conspicuous.

Obviously, although Bizhu and Hanzhu think differently, their body curves are not allowed to be seen by others under normal conditions, just like traditional classical women, even if they wear trousers, they will have petticoats, which will not easily reveal the curves of their legs. I have this blessing for myself.

After reaching the deserted alley below, he turned a corner and walked for more than ten minutes to the main street. At the public phone booth by the side of the road, Lu Ming called a taxi.

A quarter of an hour later, a yellow taxi came. Last year, it was mandatory for all taxis to be painted yellow to increase their recognition.

The taxi driver loves to chat. It sounds like he was doing work outside the Mingjia Hotel. At this time, in Beiguan, there are also some taxis and rickshaws outside the Mingjia Hotel and Wendebao Club. Waiting for work.

Both Lu Ming and Bi Zhu sat in the back row, and the taxi driver felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he quickly shut up.

Ten minutes later, the taxi gradually drove into the road without street lights, and the buildings on both sides gradually became low and simple.

The road suddenly became a little bumpy.

A few minutes later, at a fork, the taxi stopped slowly. The fat white driver turned his head and said with a smile, "Sir, Ma'am, the car in front will not be able to pass. The Sanheli you mentioned is the front, and you will be there in two steps."

Bizhu wanted to open the car door and get out of the car, but Lu Ming handed over a green banknote, which is 10 imperial coins, "Please give me another one, please." I am weak, and if I can take two steps less, I will take two steps less , Never waste energy, although, I feel pretty good recently, but the habit formed is not easy to change.

"Okay, okay!" The fat man immediately apologized, started the car again, and drove forward slowly, regardless of the bumps. After all, it was a rental company's car, and the tip was his own. The income industry, but the tip of 10 yuan can only be seen once every year or month.

……

The Sanheli where Jin Zhengyi lives is dilapidated, and the people who live there are all the lowest-level coolies, homeless people and the like.

However, there is a kerosene lamp hanging in the large courtyard where Kim Zhengyi lives, and the figure of a patrolman in black uniform and white leggings looks very eye-catching.

"My surname is Lu!" Get out of the car and walk over, and when he gets close, Lu Ming smiles.

Originally, the man and woman walking over were not ordinary people, and although the woman was wearing a top hat leaning forward, covering most of her face, for some reason, it made people feel that she was a peerless beauty.

At this time, after hearing Lu Ming's self-report, the patrolman with a smile showing his buck teeth immediately nodded and bowed, "Please come in, please come in!"

Over there, the taxi was also waiting. Seeing a patrolman, he hastily turned off the headlights and hid in the darkness, fearing that the patrolman would come over and ask for a fine and money.

There were several other residents in the courtyard, but they have all been evicted for the time being. Jin Zhengyi lived in the east wing. Lu Ming went in, holding his nose, looking at the mess, and couldn't help shaking his head.

The quilts in the inner room were also thrown on the ground, and the cabinets on the kang were turned into a mess.

But it seems that as long as it is written, it has been taken away by the police. In the place where a reporter lives, there is no paper, pen, book or newspaper.

From the outside to the inside, Lu Ming looked through the closet, the wardrobe, and the kang hole. He felt that there was nothing of value at all.

"Master, look!" Suddenly, Bizhu outside said crisply.

Lu Ming hurried out, but saw Bizhuxue Baixian had a key in his hand.

Lu Ming was startled, and took it, a stainless steel key with the words "Wuyouyou 15" engraved on it.

Beautiful things?Wuyoumei Supermarket?
Wuyoumei can be said to be the embryonic form of the world's supermarkets. The first Wuyoumei opened five years ago in the Westerners' gathering area in Donghai. .

It already has the basic elements of a supermarket, separate entrances and exits, self-service shopping, price tags, shopping baskets and more.

Is this the key to Wuyoumei's locker?I just don't know, which one is beautiful?
"Where did you get the key?" Lu Ming asked.

Bizhu pointed to the roof, "It's stuffed in the purlins!"

Lu Ming raised his head. This is an earthen house with rafters and purlins, and there is no ceiling. There is no ladder, and no one would think of taking a ladder to observe the common roof of the earthen house.

Jin Zhengyi must have used a ladder to stuff the key into the purlin, as for Bizhu.

Lu Ming glanced at the black top hat and orange-red windbreaker, Bizhu, who looked more and more elegant, wondered if the lightly leaping figure was wonderful.

Lu Ming smiled: "How did you find out that you have strong observation skills?"

Bizhu's pretty face was indifferent, "It's all dust. Someone touched it not long ago, so it's easy to see."

Lu Ming looked up carefully, but he still didn't find any difference between that purlin and other places.

"Let's go!" Lu Ming made a gesture and walked out first.

(End of this chapter)