Wei Taiqiang, an e-sports tycoon in Xuanwu Kingdom, said: "You must relax. You should focus on how to deal with the things in the e-sports competition and e-sports live broadcasts, and not worry about other chores."

E-sports player Huang Heng said: "I want to do this too, but I can't help it."

Wei Taiqiang said: "Since I have invested in you and valued you, I will help you with the trouble and I will support you to the end. You don't have to worry about this, don't worry."

Wei Taiqiang was a smart man. He knew that Huang Heng could not live that confused life like he is now. One day he would live a clear life. In fact, this day would come soon.

When Huang Henghuo understood, he immediately began to kill all directions in the e-sports circle.

This is something he always wants to do, to be precise, what he should do.

Wei Taiqiang said: "You don't have to worry about other issues, I will help you deal with it. You just need to live your own life, play e-sports competitions, and do a good job of e-sports live broadcasts. You can make a lot of money. In this society, there are many people who are born suitable for e-sports. You can get a lot of bonuses for e-sports competitions through your own abilities, so that you can enjoy your happiness."

Huang Heng said: "Okay, I must seize the opportunity and achieve success."

At seven o'clock, the rain stopped for a while. But the water in the ditch still overflowed. In Sisanta Monica, the water on the road was spreading to the edge of the road, and even the sidewalk was covered with a thin layer of water. A traffic policeman wore a bright rubber raincoat and walked out of the wet hill shed. My rubber rain boots slipped back and forth on the road. As I walked, I turned a corner and walked into the narrow foyer of the Fulwid Building. The tight inside the foyer was a lamp lit up, illuminating the once gold-plated elevator. The elevator door was open, and a sloppy spittoon was placed on a ragged rubber mat. A large glass box hung on the dark yellow wall, filled with dentures, as if hanging from the door.

A large gate box in the corridor. I threw off the rain from my hat and looked at a sign next to the denture box: The sign contained the names and room numbers of the tenants in the building. Many numbers had names written on them, and many had no names. Either there were large rooms empty or there were large tenants who didn't want others to know that they lived here. Doctors who used painless therapy to treat teeth; detective offices; small businesses waiting for closed doors; correspondence schools - teach you how to become a railway clerk, radio technician or movie script writer - if the postal inspector did not force them to go bankrupt because they missed the postage. This was a dirty, dilapidated building. In this building, the stale cigar butts were probably the cleanest of all kinds of smells.

An old man was napping on a shaking stool in the elevator, with a torn mat sitting under his butt. He opened his mouth, and the veins on his forehead were shining under the dim light. He was wearing a blue uniform coat, loose and swaying, and his body was like a horse tied to a stable. Below the coat were grey trousers with worn-out legs, white-lined socks and black leather shoes on his feet, and one shoe opened a hole next to his big toe. He was sitting on the stool with uncomfortable posture, while napping

, while waiting for the elevator. The mysterious atmosphere in the building told me to quietly walk past him. I found the Taiping Gate and opened it. The fire corridor had not been cleaned for a month. The homeless man had slept in it and ate, and left behind food scraps, oily newspapers, fragmented match heads, and a torn empty wallet. In a dark corner with a messy scribble on the wall, there was a milky rubber condom, and no one paid attention to it. This building is really complete!

I walked to the fourth floor and took a quick breath. The hall was filled with the same ragged leather mats and dirty spittoons, and the walls were dark yellow, and everything gave people the same filthy and ragged feeling. I walked along the corridor and turned around a corner, with the words. The second door and the third door also had the same words. The door in a room without a light was written on it.

On the door with lights behind, a glass window was open. Cao Jiao's crisp and sharp sound was heard from it like a bird's cry. He was saying, "Yun Mengjie?... Yes, I've seen you somewhere. Of course."

I was stunned for a moment.

Another voice was also speaking, a low buzzing sound, like a small motor behind a brick wall was spinning. The voice said, "I think you will remember." This sounded like a sinister and cunning feeling.

A chair rubbed against the lacquered carpet, followed by footsteps, and the air window on my head slammed. A figure behind the frosted glass became blurred.

, gently pushed it, the door was locked. The door was very loose in the door frame, obviously it had been a few years. Maybe the wood used to make the door was not dry and it has been a little shrinking now. I took out my wallet and pulled off the thick and hard transparent plastic piece embedded in the driver's license. This is a kind of theft tool that is ignored by the law and is not prohibited. I put on gloves and gently, like caressing, pushing the door handle with my body against the door.

My hand twisted hard in the opposite direction to the door frame, then stuffed the plastic piece into the crack of the door that was pushed open, finding the oblique surface that hit the lock. With a click, it sounded crisply like a piece of ice shattered. I stuck to the door motionlessly, floating lazily in the water like a fish. There was no movement in the room. I twisted the door handle and pushed the door open into the darkness. When I entered the room, I closed the door again as gently as when I opened it.

The street light shone in through a window without curtains, forming a rectangle. The rectangle was blackened by the corner of an office desk. A typewriter with a cover could be vaguely seen on the table, and then I saw a metal handle on a door leading to the next room. The door was not locked, and I walked through it into the second office. The raindrops suddenly knocked on the closed window. I walked to the other end of the room under the cover of the rain. The door leading to the lighted office was exposed, and a narrow fan-shaped light shone out from the crack. I needed such an environment.

I tiptoed to the side of the hinge behind the door like a cat walking on a mantel, and pointed my eyes at the crack of the door. But I could not see anything except the light that hit the wooden edges.

The buzzing voice was saying very pleasantly: "Of course, one person can easily mess up what another person does, if he knows what that person is doing. So you have seen that detective? Humph, you have done this wrong. Tu Tuqiao doesn't like this. The detective told Tu Tuqiao that someone was following him in a gray Plymouth. Tutuqiao naturally wanted to know who this was and why he did this. Do you understand?"

Cao Jiao chuckled softly: "What's his business?"

"What are the benefits of doing this?"

"You know the purpose of me going to find that detective. I have told you. It's for the girl Brody. She must leave here, and her soul is almost scared. She planned that the detective might give her some money. I don't have a single child on hand." Do these things have nothing to do with Tu Tuqiao?"

"What does it matter if you tell me?"

"Where is this Cao Wangrong?"

"I can't say it."

"You have to tell me, the little guy. Is it here, or in the house where the young man is betting on small money?"

"She is my girl now, Yun Mengjie. No matter what happens, I can't let her get unlucky for me."

Then there was a silence. I listened to the sound of raindrops knocking on the window. A smell of cigarettes floated out of the crack of the door. I wanted to cough, so I had to bite the handkerchief hard.

The buzzing voice returned to a kind tone and said, "As far as I know, this yellow-headed girl is just Geiger's accomplices. I want to tell Tu Tuqiao about these situations. How much did you knock on that detective?"

"two hundred."

“Have you obtained it?”

Cao Jiao smiled again: "I will see him tomorrow. I am still full of hope."

"Where is Cao Wangrong?"

"listen to me--"

"Where is Cao Wangrong?"

silence--

"Look at this, little dwarf."

I didn't move. I didn't bring a pistol. I didn't need to look through the crack in the door. I knew that this buzzing sound made Cao Jiao look at a pistol. But I think Mr. Yun Mengjie would not take any further action except to show the gun. I'm waiting.

"I'm watching," Cao Jiao said, his voice holding it in his mouth, as if he couldn't squeeze it out of his teeth, "And what I saw wasn't fresh stuff. Shoot quickly and see what benefits it would do to you." "Great. We'll make up for it. Is there any wine?" The buzzing sound began to become as false as the waitress's eyelashes, as smooth as a watermelon seed.

A drawer was pulled open. Something collided on the wood. A chair rattled, followed by the sound of the soles of the shoe walking on the floor.

"Congratulations to us for the deal!" said the buzzing voice.

There was a giggle of pouring wine.

"Just as ladies often say, I hope you don't have bugs in your mink coat."

Cao Jiao said softly: "I wish you success."

I heard a sharp and sharp cough, followed by a violent retching, and a thud on the floor seemed to have a cup fallen. My fingers tightly clenched my raincoat.

He said kindly, "You can't do it if you only have one drink, man?"

Cao Jiao did not answer. He heard a burst of rapid gasps, and then a deadly silence. After a while, a chair moved.

"Goodbye, little dwarf." Mr. Yun Mengjie said.

The sound of footsteps and the light switch banged, and the light under my feet disappeared.

A door opened and closed gently. The sound of footsteps calmly and gradually disappeared as if nothing had happened.

I moved my body to the other side of the door, opened the door, and looked into the darkness. With the lights of the streets that shot in from the window, I could vaguely see the situation in the room. The corner of a desk was slightly reversed. Behind the table was a chair, and there was a curled human figure. The dull air was filled with a strong smell, a bit like the smell of perfume. I walked towards the door leading to the corridor outside and listened carefully. I heard the sound of the elevator moving in the distance.

I found the light switch. The light shot down from a dusty glass lampshade hanging from three copper chains on the ceiling. Cao Jiao looked at me from the desk, his eyes wide open, his face twisted due to spasms, and his skin was blue. His black head was tilted to one side, and his body was sitting straight against the back of the chair.

The tram ringtone seemed to ring for a while, and the sound echoed between countless walls. A half-pindle whiskey bottle stood on the desk, and the lid was opened. The cup used by Cao Jiao was thrown on the floor and shining next to the foot of the table. The other cup was gone.

I tried to suck the air with the tip of my lungs as gently as possible, and then leaned over and smelled the bottle.

I carefully walked around him and took down the phone book that was hung on a hook on the window frame. I put down the phone book and I repeated it to him again.

"If you tell me your number, I can..."

"Don't joke." I said angrily, "I have something urgent. Is there a person or is there?"

"No. There is no such person here." The other party's voice was as stiff as rusks.

"Does anyone who registered in your small inn have a tall girl with yellow heads and gray eyes?"

"I said, I'm not a small inn—"

"Shaoluo." I said in a police tone, "Do you want me to send the detective team there and turn your dirty lair? I know very well about the apartments and housing in Bunker Hill, sir. Especially those apartments with phone calls in every room."

"Hey, don't worry, police officer. I'm willing to cooperate. Of course there are many golden girls here. Where aren't there? I'm not too much. I left this office. There was no movement in the dark and dirty corridor. There was no light behind the frosted glass doors. I walked from the fire stairs to the second floor and looked at the lit roof of the elevator. I pressed the switch and the elevator started shakingly. I ran from the stairs to the bottom floor, and when I walked out of the building, the elevator was above me.

The rain was getting heavier again. I walked into the rain field, and the heavy raindrops whipped on my face. A raindrop hit my tongue, and I realized that my mouth was still open. I felt a little pain on one side of my chin, which meant that my mouth was too wide and I was grinning backwards. Pay attention to their eyes. Is the one you are looking for single?" Pick up the receiver. I dialed the number from the information office. The other party answered.
Chapter completed!