Sudden change
"That's all I know about Luo Chunxi and Luo Lina."
Zuo Xufei said solemnly after listening to it: "That test is indeed not like a game. It does not have a game interface, and it is not available on the game platform. I heard from Sister Li Ying that it was first distributed in the form of a network disk."
He asked: "Why did Lorena break into your office today?"
"I don't know. Children aged 16 or 17 have strange ideas. She doesn't even want to talk about her own affairs with her mother, who is dependent on her for everything. I don't think she can tell me anything."
Chen Yingsheng's cell phone rang again, and she looked down.
"So you let her go so that you can find something to hold against her." Zuo Xufei stood up.
"That's not a handle." Chen Yingsheng disagreed, "I just think she looks tired for keeping so many secrets at such a young age, and I want to help her share some of the burden."
Zuo Xufei was speechless about Chen Yingsheng's attempt to whitewash his behavior: "I will report everything that happened tonight to Captain Wang."
"Of course." Chen Yingsheng was worried. "Don't alert Lolina. I'll go and test it out. I'll communicate with Lao Wang if there's any progress."
"At present, it seems that even if Luo Chunxi really had problems playing games, they would not call the police. Why not?" Zuo Xufei couldn't understand.
He opened the door to the guest bedroom and said, "I'm going back to the team first. If you find anything, be sure to contact me."
"I will definitely contact you." Chen Yingsheng looked up at the clock on the wall. "It's almost one o'clock. How are you going to get home? How about I drive you back?"
Zuo Xufei waved his hand: "No, no, it's not far, I won't bother you, go and rest."
Chen Yingsheng stood up and took out his keys, as if he was going to drive him back. Zuo Xufei quickly declined.
The two men stood in the small courtyard and performed a lot of insincere politeness. In the end, Chen Yingsheng called a taxi for him to go back to the Super Management Bureau online.
They walked out of the gate side by side, and when Chen Yingsheng looked up, he saw a conspicuous black Porsche parked at the door.
The car was scrubbed to a shine, but it sat half dead on the sidewalk, parked at a crooked position.
Following her gaze, Zuo Xufei also saw the Porsche at a glance. The Porsche was covered with a tightly sealed anti-peep film, so it was impossible to see who was inside.
Zuo Xufei pointed at the car with his chin and asked her: "How, do you know each other?"
"Customer." Chen Yingsheng answered simply and vaguely.
Zuo Xufei turned around and glanced at the sign on the door - The Memory Master Detective Agency.
He suddenly realized: "The pick-up point is at the intersection. I can go there by myself. You don't have to send me off."
Without being polite with him any more, Chen Yingsheng nodded, leaned against the door, and watched him leave.
Not until his shadow disappeared around the corner of the one-way street did someone get out of the Porsche.
This was a middle-aged man with a ferocious face, a bald head, a big belly and a mouth full of yellow teeth. Chen Yingsheng glanced at him with a half-smile, then turned around and led him inside:
"Big Huang, you're smoking in your car without even opening the window. Was the last commission so urgent that it was worth a trip in the middle of the night?"
Old Huang quickly followed, rubbing his hands and laughing: "Miss, I came to see you at home."
"Lai qe le" is a Northeastern dialect, meaning that a guest has come to the house. Chen Yingsheng remained silent, took him to the office area on the first floor to sit down, and politely poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards Da Lao Huang.
Seeing that no one responded to his words, Big Huang was not embarrassed: "You always have these people coming here. I have to avoid them when I see them so as not to cause trouble to you."
"Anyone who can be seen through by you at a glance is not considered a big shot in your eyes." Chen Yingsheng complimented him in a serious manner.
Old Huang laughed heartily, very considerately, till wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes, and then he began to nag about his previous commission.
Although Zuo Xufei was not wearing the uniform of the Super Management Bureau, he was still recognized at a glance. Chen Yingsheng was not surprised at all.
Public servants who have been dealing with criminals at the grassroots level for many years have an indescribable and strong "bandit spirit" in them, which is different from those of real bandits.
Outsiders may not understand the difference, but they can tell it by smelling it from a distance.
Unfortunately, Big Huang is the old one among the "real gangsters". Big Huang's surname is Huang, and few people in the underworld know his specific name. They only know that he is from Northeast China.
When Chen Yingsheng was a child, he vaguely heard Chen Tu mention his name. He remembered that it sounded like Huang Ermai, but he didn't know whether it was "Ermai" or "Ermai".
When Big Huang was still Little Huang, he had already started to hang out in society. At the age of 18, he went to jail for five years for his boss. After he was released, he continued to work for his boss, but was involved in another murder case and almost took the blame again. Fortunately, he met Chen Tu through the case and was finally cleared of his name.
Without a boss, Xiao Huang had no idea who would protect him, so he simply unilaterally recognized Chen Tu as the boss.
But clearing his name doesn't mean he can immediately become a good person, or rather, it doesn't mean he can't be a good person.
Chen Tu advised him to find a more legitimate job, so he became a foreign exchange dealer and squatted at the door of the bank every day to harass other people's depositors.
Later, he had some connections in the bank and saved some money, so he registered a small company that specialized in purchasing debts from local small and medium-sized banks at low prices. He also gathered a group of thugs to engage in violent debt collection.
There will always be times when people like these with dirty official identities need to use a private detective, let alone one like Shrike.
Now that Shrike is gone, he naturally turns to Shrike's successor. He used to call Chen Tu "big brother", but now strangely calls Chen Yingsheng "big lady".
Old Huang kept on rambling: "…So it's really hard to make money and hard to eat shit. It's not easy for anyone to do this job. Our job is not easy either. This poor guy can't even pay back 100,000 or 80,000 yuan, how can there be people who stand up for him? It's fucking hell!"
Having said that, Big Huang angrily took out a pack of cigarettes, bit out a cigarette from the box, and then handed it forward habitually.
He looked up at Chen Yingsheng and pulled his hand back awkwardly. He had forgotten that Chen Yingsheng didn't smoke.
Old Huang was holding a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it, and asked vaguely: "My dear lady, I asked you to check the poor boy, do you have any letter?"
"If you have any, just give me a promise and I'll pay you the commission. I, Old Huang, will remember this favor. If you need me in the future, be sure to call me."
"I know you are doing a serious business. It's not easy to check this, but no one else has the ability to check it except you..."
Pulling out a stack of papers from the folder on the table, Chen Yingsheng interrupted him impatiently: "You walk too much at night and run into a ghost."
Looking at the document handed over, Lao Huang's eyes lit up and he immediately reached out to take it.
Chen Yingsheng did not let go.
As if he just remembered something, Huang laughed and took out his wallet from the pocket of his baggy suit pants, pulling out a wad of money: "Cash, cash, I don't know how to pay by scanning the code like you young people do."
Chen Yingsheng then raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Put out the cigarette."
She let go of the file, took the money, and stuffed it into the drawer without counting it. She raised her hand and pointed upwards: "It was just wiped clean. Don't let it get blackened by smoke."
Old Huang really put out his cigarette. He followed Chen Yingsheng's hand and looked up at the ceiling. He saw the colorful glass. The soft light from the old chandelier was reflected by the glass onto his face, making him squint.
Chen Yingsheng slid down on the swivel chair. She lazily rested her head on the back of the chair and stared at the glazed roof with wide eyes: "Look here, and then leave after you've seen it."
"You can't take it away," said Huang Lao, surprised. He flipped through the documents and kept mumbling, "Every time I come here, I think that such a grand ceiling must cost a lot of money to maintain every year."
"My dad said my mom liked it, so he kept it."
Big Huang sighed.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rustling of pages flipping by Old Huang. He read those pages over and over again.
After a while, he finally raised his head and said, "What can't I take away?"
"Nonsense, it's Century Interactive Entertainment's business secrets."
Old Huang rolled up the document and slapped it on his palm: "They tried so hard to please him just to buy the copyright from him."
"Three hours ago, those guys of mine who came to collect debts were all tricked by their people! They were recorded and videotaped, and their secrets were also revealed. What a loser!"
"I've told you that if you walk too much at night you'll always run into ghosts."
On the surface, Lao Huang may seem like a rough man, but he is actually a careful man. He has his own investigation channels before collecting debts.
I don't know why I was wrong this time. I thought the person who owed the money was a poor boy with no background, but suddenly someone supported him.
"Alas." Old Huang sighed heavily, "I am really old. Can this...what really be sold for a lot of money?"
Sitting up from the swivel chair, Chen Yingsheng poured himself a glass of water: "IP, that's called IP."
"Yes, it's this shorty who can make money."
"It's hard to say. I haven't found out what IP it is. After all, this writer was not famous before. If he could write something good, he wouldn't have fallen to the point where people come to collect debts." Chen Yingsheng took a sip of water calmly.
She took the document back from Old Huang and said, "You won't starve to death if you lose 100,000 or 80,000 yuan. Don't think about him. Besides, why are you still doing a job that may cause trouble at your age?"
Big Huang smiled bitterly: "I won't starve to death, but the kids below me need to eat, and they have big stomachs and big appetites."
This time Chen Yingsheng was no longer polite to him: "I won't be so angry once I go to jail. We can't afford to offend the people behind a big company like Century Interactive Entertainment."
"Based on seniority, I have to call you uncle. Seriously, uncle, please don't ask for the debt."
"Especially the way you ask for money, it's too easy to make enemies. If he can be picked by Century Interactive Entertainment, he will become rich immediately. When he has money, you can be more polite in asking for the debt, and there will be hope."
“Who is the boss of this powerful Century Interactive Entertainment?” Big Huang seemed to be thinking.
Chen Yingsheng picked up an apple and slowly peeled it:
"It doesn't matter who the boss is. All you can see on the surface are white gloves. In order to avoid foreign investment control, this company is listed overseas. They are better than you in playing dirty. Think about what to do with the violent debt collection video that was recorded."
"What should I do?" Old Huang laughed. "Niece, the only advantage I have gained so far is that I can bend and stretch!"
At last he asked quietly: "Do you think they can let me join this investment IP?"
"That depends—" Chen Yingsheng was interrupted by a ringing cell phone. She took out her cell phone and saw that it was Wang Ruibin calling. "Excuse me for taking the call."
Mr. Huang looked at her eagerly across the desk. She turned down the volume of the call to the minimum before answering it.
"Xiao Chen, it's me. You're not asleep yet, are you? I'll ask Xiao Zuo to pick you up." Wang Ruibin's anxious voice came from the phone.
"What's wrong?" Chen Yingsheng put down the apple in his hand.
"Ren Shanshan is dead."
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