The river is about to burn the mountain

In the hotel suite, Jiang Zhan put aside the information on the investigation of Chakun and Jiang Kun's movements in his hand, put on his nightgown, and stood outside the balcony to cool off, while Ji Qiuhan's phone was connected by his ear.

"where?"

Ji Qiuhan held the microphone, signaled Ba Qingping and the others to continue, left the conference table and walked to the corridor to answer the phone: "Still in the bureau, everyone is working overtime."

It was already eleven o'clock in the night, Jiang Zhan asked, "What time are you going to go back?" He heard the click of a lighter being pressed, "I think you really don't want to work anymore."

Ji Qiuhan had no choice but to throw the unlit cigarettes into the trash can, turned and leaned against the wall, "The killing website I told you about last time has been updated again, this time there is no specific target, only an invitation letter."

Ji Qiuhan looked at the color-printed picture in his hand,

——"We will draw the curtain on the last rainy night."

He stared at the two words Yu Ye, maybe it was us again, "I always feel something is wrong, Yu Ye..., all my dreams happen in Yu Ye..."

Who are we referring to? Ji Qiuhan raised his eyes and looked at Fang Bin who was still analyzing and discussing in the office.

Jiang Zhan on the other end of the phone was comforting him, saying that he had thought too much and that the 5.23 case had passed for too long.

Ji Qiuhan sighed softly, not far away was a dark and lightless staircase, and the darkness that could not be reached was dormant at the end, just about to move.

In a speakeasy in Chiang Mai.

Yi Qian was wearing a cotton cardigan vest, with hair scattered on his forehead, dressed like a gangster, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and a glass of cheap ice wine dangling casually on his fingertips.

Nowhere are more gossips heard than in the land of Tzakhun.

Yi Qian didn't come here for no reason, in the booth behind him, there was about to open a lewd party in public, and Cha Kun's two half-brothers outside took the lead.

"Why didn't the explosion the day before yesterday kill him? What is he capable of? A reckless man, why did he swallow all his father's property?"

"I don't think he will live long. I heard that the new force, the black leader, has lurked under his hands, and he has a clear picture of Chakun's whereabouts. Chakun is now superficial, but in fact he is in a hurry. The ants on the ground are busy saving their lives."

"Who do you think is the leader of the black leader?"

"I don't know, I only know that when Cha Kun dies, he will have to snatch some of the beauties in his backyard. Ah Qiu has been there for so many years, I don't know if he has fucked Cha Kun thoroughly, I want to try too, haha. "

The overlapping of men and women is like a chaotic group of demons dancing.

Yi Qian endured the nausea in his heart, he couldn't even drink the wine, he put away the photo Ji Qiuhan gave him, and was about to withdraw, but he was bumped into by a man suddenly.

The opponent's cigarette was burning on his shoulder, and Yi Qian scolded angrily: "Can't you see someone here!"

The man bent down to pick up the photo for Yi Qian, and flicked it: "Young man, from China?"

Yi Qian snatched back the photo and glanced at the middle-aged man with beard in front of him.

His intuition told the man that his eyes were filled with unexplained scrutiny, and he saw the gun hanging on the man's waist. This is Chakun's territory, and the only people with guns here are Chakun's people.

"Sorry, I came to travel with my classmates, but I may have gone to the wrong place."

The man grabbed his arm that was about to leave, and whispered in a low voice, "Didn't you notice, you're being targeted, and Chakun is very suspicious. It's not a good choice for you to come here."

Yi Qian took a deep look at the man, and then swayed towards the stairs and the back door of the people who skipped the middle of the dance floor, and sure enough, he saw a few people with suspicious expressions.

Damn, he thought he just got rid of Chakun's eyeliner in the hotel.

The man folded the photo and stuffed it into Yi Qian's chest pocket. He sat on the bar and greeted him with a glass of wine. Yi Qian fixed a glance at the man, said nothing, grabbed the straw hat on the bar and left.

When he came out just now, in order to avoid Chakun’s eyeliner in the hotel to monitor their group, he deliberately disguised himself and didn’t even drive the car. Yi Qian was riding a bicycle for tourism. Sure enough, three or four people behind him had already left the bar. came out and followed him.

He remembered the man's reminder that it would not be easy to explain if Chakun knew that he deliberately avoided his people to come out at such a late hour, not to mention that he stopped a few gangsters in the bar and asked some questions that should not be asked. For the problem, he had to find a reason to muddle through.

Convenience stores and fruit shops along the street have street stalls outside, and many Thai locals with bamboo baskets on one shoulder are selling fresh lotus mist and big mangoes.

Yi Qian locked his bicycle,

He directly waved his hand at a black car passing in front of him in surprise: "Hi! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Yi Qian opened the passenger car door and sat in. The next second, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was on the waist of the man in the driver's seat: "Cooperate and send me to...,"

The words in Yi Qian's throat suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened. "you...."

The blond man in the driver's seat is very familiar, and his ice blue eyes are just watching his performance that hasn't started yet.

"Kid, do I need to buy a drama ticket every time I see you?"

"Ludwig?! Why are you here?" Yi Qian exclaimed, "No, why can I meet you everywhere?!"

Ludwig glanced at him lightly: "Pay attention to your manners, I came to Chiang Mai to meet an old friend, it's not surprising that I'm here, right?"

Ludwig glanced up and down at Yi Qian's "weird" attire, especially the straw hat on his head that almost had a tourist flag on it. "It's you, Jiang Zhan, who is willing to let you go? I have to say that there is still a lot of room for improvement in your taste."

Yi Qian snorted and put on his seat belt: "No comment, take me back to the Four Seasons Hotel."

Ludwig laughed and drove.

"Little friend, do you like to order people so much under the bed?"

The memory was like bubbles boiling in champagne in an instant, Yi Qian blushed suddenly, gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Lu, I have already explained to you that that night was purely... an accident after drinking!"

Ludwig was about to say something, but when he looked in the rearview mirror with deep eyes, he naturally saw the gang of little tails chasing after him.

"What trouble did you get into again this time?"

Yi Qian said angrily: "Am I only going to cause trouble? Nothing good happens when I meet you."

When the Rolls-Royce arrived at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, Ludwig handed Yi Qian a hotel business card through the car window: "I'm only in Chiang Mai tonight, and I'm leaving for Bangkok tomorrow. This is my hotel. If you have something to do, you can Find me."

The memory of that night was too deep, he didn't want to experience the feeling of being next to him again, Yi Qian closed the car door, "Thank you for your kindness!"

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of those damn rats that couldn't be shaken off, looking at them at the end of the street.

Yi Qian rolled his eyes, and before Ludwig could react, he pressed a kiss on the deep-lined cheek of the blond man, with the aroma of ice wine.

He looked like a young man who sneaked out on a date.

Yi Qian waved to him sweetly: "Mr. Lu, I am very happy tonight, goodbye."

He looked at those eyeliners on the corner of the street with weird expressions, and he was dumbfounded.

Sitting in the car, Ludwig watched this young man who looked like he was only about 20 years old change his face in just a second, and disappeared into the hotel gate without looking back.

Ludwig rubbed his thumb over the remaining warmth on his cheek,

This little fox, he still thinks he looks better when his eyes are red and he is about to cry.