Even Lu Guanjie had no idea what kind of person did this time, let alone him.
He looked expressionless on the outside, but he was actually in a state of confusion. He kept reminding himself that he had to find Robin, otherwise he must not get into trouble or lose the last glimmer of hope of tipping off someone!
Be extra careful...
Xiaozhuang finally felt a little bit of favor from the goddess of luck. There was nothing unusual at the dock, and it seemed that no police came to arrest him, the escaped "little man".
At 7:40 in the morning of February 23, he had successfully boarded the ocean liner "Lord" and found the first-class cabin he had booked.
Fortunately, I still had more than 600 pounds on me. When following the boss, how could I go out without money? From now on, the money came in handy.
After 1967, the exchange rate of British pound to Hong Kong dollar was stable at 1:14.55. The more than 600 pounds in my trouser pocket was still very valuable and enough to spend.
During the next month or so of sailing, we will rely on this money to make a living.
The ship set off on time. He looked out of the cabin window at the surging ocean, and his heart was equally restless.
For the return flight, we booked three rooms in total, originally for four people. Now the room next to each other must be empty, which was not a pleasant and empty feeling.
The killer is also a human being, not to mention that he regards Lawrence Lu, his friend and boss, as extremely important, so he must be very depressed at this time.
He rang the bell and the waitress came over and knocked on the door quickly. Xiaozhuang opened the door, ordered some breakfast and bought two packs of cigarettes.
More than ten minutes later, all of them were delivered.
He paid, closed the door, and wolfed down his sandwich and a large glass of milk.
Then, he lit a cigarette and sat in front of the window, still daydreaming.
The conditions in the first-class cabin must be very good, but he was numb and had no such feelings when he was inside. He just gritted his teeth and hated those corrupt policemen in his heart.
I secretly wondered, considering Lawrence Lu’s character, how could he get into such a big trouble? I really had no clue.
If Xiaozhuang could have foreseen what would happen next, that Lian Xiaomin, who had received the news, would "carry a three-foot-long sword" and rush over quickly, almost overturning the entire London police force, rescue the person, and find out the real culprit behind the scenes, and avenge this great hatred... he would probably feel better in his heart...
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