While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 863
George Cramp, who left the underground garage of the newspaper office, did not go home, but drove the car around the city of London for nearly half an hour. After it was completely dark, he drove the car into a narrow in the alley.

After parking the car and turning off the engine, George Cramp took a look at the note left by Song He from his pocket, put it back in his pocket again, and carefully adjusted his seriously bald hairstyle in front of the rearview mirror, and then walked out Car, go deep into the alley.

After wandering around for nearly 5 minutes, George Cramp, who occasionally glanced to see if anyone was following him, stopped outside a rather inconspicuous small iron door, glanced hesitantly at the monitor on the door frame Camera, pressed the doorbell button.

Ding dong.

The faint ringing of the doorbell came from inside the door, and George Cramp, who was standing at the door, exhaled nervously, tidied up his clothes a little uneasy, and then waited awkwardly.

And just when he was hesitating whether to ring the doorbell again, the iron door that looked very solid suddenly opened silently inward, revealing the space behind the door.

Behind the door is a dimly lit porch, and at the end of the porch is a spacious and warm living room with soft light.

In the living room, the furnishings are very simple, the most conspicuous are the single sofas in the middle of the living room, and a man in his thirties is already sitting on a sofa facing the porch.

"Good evening, Mr. George Crump. By the way, please close the door. I don't like the bad, unbreathable air outside."

The deep and magnetic male voice rang out, and suddenly George Cramp, who was standing outside the door a little at a loss, came to his senses. He hurried into the room and closed the door, and walked awkwardly into the living room.

The man who spoke was sitting quietly. He has handsome eyebrows, eyes and a straight nose, fair skin and well-groomed dark brown hair and beard, revealing the typical gentleman style of the Ding Kingdom.

And his well-fitting suit and expensive leather shoes added a bit of aristocratic charm to his already elegant temperament.

"Please sit down, Mr. George Cramp." The elegant man smiled and pointed to the sofa in front of him. He picked up an exquisite teacup from the small table beside him, took a sip of the black tea at a suitable temperature, and naturally revealed a trace of Elegant temperament.

Seriously bald George Cramp sat opposite the elegant man at a loss, looked at the thick hair of the elegant man with complicated emotions, and suppressed the envy in his heart and said: "Someone is following me, I hope you will check him out come out."

"Oh?" The elegant man showed just the right surprise, put down the teacup and raised his legs, and asked softly with searching eyes, "How did you find out?"

"He left this in my car." George Cramp took out the note left by Song He from his pocket and handed it to the elegant man.

"Handwritten, right-handed." The elegant man who took the note looked at it briefly and made a basic judgment. Then he analyzed it while looking carefully: "There are misspellings of commonly used words, which shows that his cultural level is not high."

"And judging from his writing habits and handwriting style, he should rarely have the opportunity to write anything. At the same time, he included some slang words commonly used in the East End, indicating that he is probably from the East End."

"In terms of paper, it's common printing paper, and the pen is a pencil. It's not a difficult thing to get. It's more difficult to trace. But the idea of ​​using these to write notes shows that he usually comes into contact with these things, and he doesn't know nothing about them." Ignorant people."

George Cramp listened with a serious expression. Seeing the elegant man stop talking, he asked curiously, "If I want to find him, how much do I have to pay?"

"Mr. George Cramp, do you really care about this little money?" The elegant man smiled, looking directly into George Cramp's eyes: "You asked me to find him, is it really just to find him?"

"What you're worried about is that if you can't get rid of this troublesome guy, he will keep pestering you. So what you want to ask is how much will I have to pay if I help you get rid of this troublesome guy, right?"

George Cramp, who was directly exposed by the elegant man, panicked, swallowed a mouthful of saliva before nodding: "Yes."

"Four thousand euros." The elegant man gently placed the note on the small table next to the sofa, picked up the tea cup again and said calmly: "You are my old customer, and it was I who took the lead in letting you know Jefferson."

"So, strictly speaking, this is a follow-up to my introduction to Jefferson. Since you are troubled by this matter and turned to me for help, I am obliged to give you a part of the fee reduction."

George Cramp was immediately relieved when he heard the words, he let out a long breath, and his originally tangled and dignified expression instantly relaxed a lot: "Do you need me to do anything?"

"No need, Mr. George Cramp." The elegant man put down the teacup, with a gentlemanly smile on his face: "You just need to explain the matter exactly, and then pay the deposit according to the usual practice. Otherwise, you can work normally and life without any burden."

"Really? That would be great." George Cramp nodded, obviously glad he could get out of trouble without having to cooperate with the elegant man.

An hour later, George Cramp got up to say goodbye, leaving a place where he didn't feel very comfortable.

But when he hurriedly closed the door and left, he didn't notice that in the night sky above his head, there was a drone hovering in the air, and the high-definition camera on it was aimed at his Seriously bald top of head.

At the same time, five kilometers away, Song He was squatting on the roof of a building, holding the drone operating handle in his hand, and carefully operating it.

"It's hard to lose such a conspicuous target." Looking at the conspicuous flesh-colored reflective curved surface on the screen, Song He suddenly grinned, and then muttered with some doubts:

"But there are so many light and dark surveillance in this small alley that it's scary. Who did George Cramp go to see? Why did he have such an ugly expression before he entered, but he looked relaxed after he came out?"

"Also, why does he have to tidy up his appearance before going in? Could it be that the person he wants to meet pays more attention to it? Or, the person he wants to meet is so handsome that he feels ashamed of himself?"

While talking, Song He, who had various questions in his mind one after another, saw George Cramp driving away, so he wrote down this location and operated the drone to continue tracking.

Soon after, George Cramp returned home, and Song He also received a call from Liu Yun after taking back the drone.

"Huh?" After calculating the time difference, Song He felt a little puzzled, and smiled after connecting, "Why? Woke up so early? You have a positive attitude towards work."

"More money!" Liu Yun's voice was full of resentment.

"Why?" The two words Liu Yun said startled Song He, and protested casually: "I was fighting bloody battles at the front, and you were drinking and eating meat at the rear, so you have the nerve to pay more?"

"Boss, do you still have the face to say it?" Liu Yun's sullen voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone: "Who caused me to wake up at two o'clock in the middle of the night? It's hard for me to fall back asleep when I wake up at this time, you know? Must add money!"

Song He was depressed for a while, but he couldn't blame what he had done, rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Yunna, you haven't proposed yet, have you?"

Liu Yun was taken aback when he heard the words, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he hesitated and replied: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Look at how lucky you are now!" Song He adjusted the bewitching power in his words to the maximum and said, "Ding Guo, there are skin care products that can make your girlfriend happy after seeing them! There are also some that can make my father-in-law love it Handmade pipe!"

"In addition, there are world-leading cashmere fabrics and silver tea sets that are most suitable for new houses! These things, even if you have money, you can't buy them in China..."

A few minutes later, under Song He's relentless bewitchment, Liu Yun happily agreed to use real objects instead of banknotes as the reward for this operation, and promised to go all out to help Song He complete the support work.

Song He, who successfully bypassed the topic of adding money, immediately handed over the address to Liu Yun for investigation, and quickly got a result.

"Boss, the purpose of that place is not very clear, but the owner of the house is relatively clear." Liu Yun told Song He the results of the investigation by phone: "Bethel Pat, a barrister."

"There are many high-end real estate under this person's name. Almost every major city in Dingguo has his house. He is a very rich lawyer."

(End of this chapter)