when i have experience

Chapter 299 The Death of Cammons

Gradually, the black driver stopped bickering with Chen Xing, because Chen Xing spoke letters faster and faster, and his typing speed also became faster, so he shut his mouth too busy.

As he kept typing on the keyboard, he couldn't understand the pictures on the computer screen, even though they were all typed by his hands.

It wasn't until one video after another appeared on the computer screen that the black driver realized that one video after another was showing pictures of city corners one after another.

This is the surveillance screen.

It is not that difficult to obtain the surveillance images. Unless it is not connected to the Internet, Chen Xing is confident that he can intercept these images. Under Chen Xing's command, the black driver transferred all these images to the day when Ah Tai disappeared.

On the computer screen, there were dozens of videos playing together, causing the computer to freeze up. However, Chen Xing didn't ask the black driver to stop some videos, but just made him speed up continuously.

"Quadruple speed." Chen Xing stared at the computer screen, and dozens of videos on it were printed into his eyes.

Hearing Chen Xing's advice, the black driver quadrupled the speed, and the sudden increase in speed made the picture messy.

"Sixteen times." All the pictures are stored in Chen Xing's brain, and the brain with five points of intelligence is frantically processing the surging incoming information.

"Huh??" The black driver suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

"32 times." In just this second, Chen Xing felt that it was sixteen times slower again, "Quick tune." Seeing that the driver buddy was still in a daze, Chen Xing urged, his eyes still staring at the screen.

"Oh, good." Hearing what Chen Xing said so firmly, the driver had no choice but to reduce the speed to 32 times. To be honest, at this speed, he couldn't see the face on the screen clearly.

Can this thing really be seen clearly?Dozens of videos on an entire screen are all 32 times together.

The black driver turned his head to look at Chen Xing who was sitting beside him. At this moment, Chen Xing was staring straight at the computer screen, and the pictures in his pupils changed as quickly as a kaleidoscope.

After watching the surveillance for 10 minutes, Chen Xing closed his eyes, and the surging information in his mind was being quickly searched, faces, streets, clothes, countless faces in his mind across.

About a minute later, Chen Xing opened his eyes, and the black pupils changed back to the clear ancient well.

"Pick out the fourth surveillance camera in the third-to-last row." Chen Xing asked the black driver to call out the surveillance video separately.

"Oh, good." The black driver was already numb, and he just kept following Chen Xing's orders.

That surveillance video was zoomed in individually.

Chen Xing saw the man on the phone in the phone booth. He was wearing a summer shirt, and his thin body was standing in the phone booth by the roadside, holding a phone.The surveillance camera captured his profile.

From that side face, Chen Xing was sure that he was Ah Tai, and this was the last time Ah Tai appeared under surveillance.

Soon an off-road vehicle stopped on the street in front, a bald head got off from it and led a few people out of the car and walked into the iron gate, followed by Ah Tai leaving the phone booth and climbing into the house.

After that, there was no movement in front of the iron gate for a period of time.

After that, a black man in a red suit came out, followed by four men in black suits. The clothes of these five people were incompatible with the type of people living here.

"Pause." Seeing this scene, Chen Xing asked the driver buddies to pause. The black driver who became Chen Xing's second hands naturally obediently pressed the pause button.

The four bodyguard-like people behind the man in the red suit were carrying a large sack in their hands, which didn't look like it contained any goods, but a person.

The last black man in a red suit got into a black sedan and drove off the street.

After watching the surveillance, Chen Xing asked the black driver to help him call up a lot of surveillance videos. The information collection was almost done, so Chen Xing took the black driver and left the Internet cafe, and parted ways with the black driver at the entrance of the Internet cafe.

The black driver looked at the back of Chen Xing who was leaving, and he couldn't believe it. He called him over early in the morning, and the co-author was doing these things, and let him go after he finished?

Co-author Is he a tool man? ?
I have seen it on the surveillance video, but Chen Xing still needs to see it with his own eyes.

Unlike the bungalows on the edge of the city, the black man in the red suit was driving towards the city center.

In the center of the capital, Luanda, on a prosperous street, Chen Xing saw the black car parked in front of a store. The store door was not big, but it was very delicate. It looked like a small store door. But those who are a little bit careful will find that there are no other shops around. Obviously, this seemingly small store is not as small as it looks.

The decoration style of the store is very similar to that of a high-end club, and Chen Xing saw the name of the club when he looked up.

"Death of Cammons."

There may be many people with this name in the world, but Chen Xing is 80.00% sure that this name refers to a Portuguese poet. Camões can be said to be one of the most important poets in the history of Portuguese literature.

Similarly, his life course is extremely coincidental. When he was born, Portugal was still a fledgling colonial empire, and when he died, the Portuguese Empire began to decline.It can be said that Cammons witnessed and experienced the development, expansion and decline of the Portuguese Empire in his life.

Then, the death of Cammons also means the decline of the Portuguese Empire and the demise of its colonial empire.

The death of Cammons, Chen Xing looked at the name of the bar described in Portuguese, which was interesting.

The door of the clubhouse was closed, and now is not the time for the bar to open, of course it won't open. Chen Xing walked around the clubhouse and left after knowing that he couldn't get in.

On a small island on the south coast of the capital, on a street lined with shops, Chen Xing once again sat on the bench in front of the shop.

Holding a newspaper in his hand, he looked at it. This was not today's newspaper, but an old newspaper from the past. All the newspapers that Gina ordered during these days ended up in Chen Xing's hands, and he stuffed them in a corner of the shop. Gina didn't even know where Chen Xing put these newspapers.

Gina came out of the shop, leaned on the pillars in front of the shop, and glanced at the scattered pedestrians on the street. Today, the sea is windy, and the weather is not so good. Many seaside amusement facilities have stopped, tourists They are not very willing to take a speedboat to this small island.

The damn wind, Gina cursed inwardly.

"What are you reading? These are newspapers from some other day." Gina didn't understand what Chen Xing was reading, what's so good about this old newspaper, Gina walked over and put her head in front of the newspaper, looking at the reports in the newspaper .

(End of this chapter)