While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 941
On the tenth day after Sarah Boris gave the mixed-race man a warning call, Song He, who had been paying close attention to several major consortiums attacking the mixed-race man, suddenly discovered that several of the consortiums had successively replaced their chairman candidates.

As for the reasons, there were accidental hospitalizations, and sudden illnesses that required treatment. In short, although the major consortiums used various reasons, their personnel change statement clearly stated that all the chairman of the board had been kicked out.

However, Song He did not see Corey's name among the departing chairman of the consortium.

Finally, after searching, Song He finally found the news about Corey, and he was also surprised to find that Corey not only did not retire or encounter an accident, but instead acquired a large number of shares in the consortium to which he belonged a few days ago, becoming a well-deserved absolute Talk about things!

"Yo, it seems that one of them was instigated." Song He guessed the whole story in a blink of an eye, shook his head and smiled, and then focused his attention on the things he needed to face.

After a while, Song He Yueyue was eager to try but then muttered with embarrassment: "Master, if something happens this time, you can't blame me."

After all, he seemed to have let go of his psychological burden, and walked out of Fucheng Station contentedly.

When he came to the side of the road, Song He stopped a taxi casually, and as soon as he got into the passenger seat, he said, "Go to Huayun Street in Heyu District."

"Huh?" The driver looked at Song He in surprise, but seeing that Song He was dressed in casual clothes and had no luggage, and that his Fucheng local accent couldn't be more authentic, he nodded and drove directly: "30 yuan."

"That's right. I delayed your work." Song He smiled nonchalantly and gained the driver's favor with just one sentence.

"Hey, I'm just waiting here." The driver grinned, and after replying, he started chatting casually with Song He: "Brother, are you going to Huayun Street for business?"

"Well, a friend said that he wants to sell a store." Song He nodded and said, "I'll go and see if it's suitable to start with."

"Oh, tsk..." The driver smacked his lips hesitantly, and sighed softly, "The shop in that place...isn't that expensive?"

"It's quite cheap." Song He glanced at the driver, and said clearly: "You want to say that the security there is not good, right?"

The driver smiled and nodded, "To be honest, if it weren't for you being a local, I wouldn't necessarily take this job. Don't you know, that place is a mess..."

Afterwards, the driver seemed to have turned on the storytelling mode, eloquently talking about his experience of driving a taxi for so many years, which directly made Song He lose the opportunity to intervene.

And Song He was so happy. After all, his extremely realistic and targeted performance was just to open up the taxi driver's chatterbox and get useful information.

After more than 20 minutes, Song He's taxi drove slowly into a street, and when the car arrived at the location he said, the driver finally concluded: "In short, you have to be careful if you want to open a shop here. , be careful."

"Thank you very much." Song He generously gave the driver ten yuan more, thanked him and got out of the car.

After getting off the car, Song He found a nearby public restroom and went in.After more than ten minutes, when he came out again, his image changed drastically!

I saw him put on a suit of moderately priced casual clothes, carrying a huge backpack, and holding a trolley case in his hand, standing on the side of the road and looking around non-stop.

And his disguised fair and childish face, coupled with a pair of black-rimmed glasses for camouflage, made him look like an unexperienced college graduate.

After hesitating on the street for a moment, Song He seemed to have found the place he was looking for, dragging his suitcase and walking in one direction.And looking at his concentration on walking, it seems that he didn't notice the pairs of eyes that scanned him brightly or secretly along the way.

Soon, Song He came to an express hotel, looked up at the old and simple signboard, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in.

In the hotel, a poorly furnished lobby appeared in front of Song He, and in the space of just over 30 square meters, there was nothing but a counter and a set of cheap sofas.

Behind the counter, a woman in her forties was watching a series on her mobile phone. She didn't realize it until Song He walked to the counter, so she casually paused the playing video, looked up and asked, "Accommodation?"

"Huh? Yes!" Song He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Single room is fine."

"Sixty." The middle-aged woman opened the counter drawer, took out a one-inch key and handed it to Song He, and then said while registering: "Room [-]. Name?"

"Oh, good. My name is Sun Xiaohai." Song He quickly took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the middle-aged woman, then asked suspiciously, "Don't you want a deposit?"

The middle-aged woman who was registering suddenly paused holding the pen, raised her head again, looked Song He carefully, and then said with a strange expression: "Then you bet 40 yuan."

Hearing this, Song He pretended not to see that the middle-aged woman was too lazy to change the amount of the deposit, and asked in a timid and nervous tone: "Well, lady boss, I...my ID card is at the train station. lost."

"See if you can just write it down like this. I guarantee that what I said is true information, so please don't scan my ID card."

The middle-aged woman was stunned again when she heard the words. She looked at her extremely crude register and the counter where there was no ID card scanner, and suddenly felt that her hotel was not worthy of the honest and naive person in front of her. Silly young man.

However, this thought did not affect her decision on what to do with the young Zai Song, so she turned her eyes and frowned in embarrassment: "Then you have to add another [-] security deposits, and I can guarantee you when you meet the inspector. But the money is non-refundable."

"All right! No problem!" Song He immediately agreed happily when he heard that, and handed another hundred-yuan note to the middle-aged woman.

After a while, the middle-aged woman, who regretted that she was running out of money, finished the registration, told Song He the location of the stairs, and then continued to watch the drama. In the blink of an eye, she was once again immersed in the plot that made her obsessed.

But Song He, who went up to the second floor, looked carefully at the dark, narrow and messy corridor while looking for his own room.

Soon, he found a wooden door marked "[-]".Looking at the texture and workmanship of the door, it is obviously a simple door made by assembling and painting two fiberboards.

At the same time, the lock that shoulders the responsibility of locking the door is also a common and cheap small padlock on the street, and it seems to have been used for some years.

But what left Song He speechless the most was that the hasp that fastened the padlock was loosely embedded in the door frame, as if it could fall off with a push!
"Even if this door is locked, it won't stop a mouse from pushing it. I hope there is a latch inside." Song He muttered silently, and then unlocked the door and entered.

But before he walked in, he felt a mild but disgusting musty smell blowing towards his face, which made him take two steps back.

Standing at the door and looking carefully at the furnishings in the house, but seeing nothing that satisfied him, Song He couldn't help but frowned and said, "It seems that the deposit of 40 yuan is too high..."

After a while, after the smell in the room dissipated a little, Song He pinched his nose and hurried in the door, and opened the window to ventilate the room.

And taking advantage of the ventilation, Song He leaned against the window, turned on the murderer system, stared at a series of mission targets, and sneered endlessly.

(End of this chapter)