I wondered why Huang Yi chose Starbucks as a place to trade, but when Xuerui pushed me to this café near the commercial center, I really understood the convenience of being crowded and unobstructed. This Starbucks café is on the second floor of a building, with five exits from east, west, north and south, plus employee access channels, and the crowd outside is dense and extends in all directions, so it is easy for people who are familiar with the surrounding environment to take advantage of the intricate terrain to fish in troubled waters and get out.

Moreover, people come and go, and it is very inconvenient to set up an ambush here, and it is easy to expose their whereabouts.

The little demon usually has bright eyes and bright teeth, and she looks like a pretty Lori, and it seems a little abrupt to enter and exit on this occasion, so she divided a task to guard the exit to the passage to the shopping center on the third floor. In addition to us, Cao Yanjun's people also appeared in this vicinity, each squatting and guarding, compared to us, they are real professionals, they are familiar with it, and when they go there, how do they look like passers-by. But we're not bad, we've been through the wind and waves, and now it's really like playing, so I'm focusing more on coffee and desserts.

Seeing that I was enjoying eating, Xue Rui smiled at the corner of her mouth, she stirred the cup, took a sip of the fragrant latte, let the fragrance melt between her lips and teeth, and then turned her head to look at me, and said Brother Lu Zuo, ask you a question.

I said, okay, what's the matter?

She raised her hand, pointed to the faint bat mark on my head, and said, What are you, and why do I feel a sense of foreboding and disgust? I rubbed the blood curse on the door of my head, and said this, I killed a vampire in Western legends, and then I was cursed, and it was a bit troublesome to unravel this thing, but fortunately, I don't have to worry very much, one is the territory of the Celestial Empire, and there are few messy things in the West, and the second is that Will usually guards my side, and he is very sensitive to the appearance of his kind, and can also play a role in early warning - oh, you should know the identity of Will Gangaro, right?

Xue Rui nodded and said that there are indeed few in China, but in the United States, she has heard from her master and seen it with her own eyes, although it is rare, but it is not unusual.

It's also small talk, and I said I have a question too.

Xue Rui nodded and said You ask, I stretched out my palm, half grasped, and said that Xiong Ming, a man from the Miao family, sent Daqili to give you that spell spirit doll, and I haven't seen that little thing show up for a few days? She said, Oh, Jixiang and Xiaoqing are a little wrong, and it doesn't like the daytime, so it was thrown in the hotel where she lives now - every independent individual like them has a strong sense of territory and is incompatible with each other, how did you let your Golden Silkworm Gu, Duoduo and Lu Yaoyao live in peace?

I shrugged my shoulders and said that I don't know what to do, and they all say that little ghosts are jealous, but Duoduo is as kind as snow; In fact, if you want to say that the strongest sense of territory, it should be the Golden Silkworm Gu, but it is just a stupid second stunned, and it likes to bloom them very much, so there will be no such problem as yours.

We chatted casually, and in the early morning Starbucks there were white-collar workers in a hurry to get to work, college students (maybe middle school students, I can't tell from the physical development), and other people. Business is good here, but after the rush hour, the seats are quite relaxed.

Mrs. Ma arrived here at about half-past eight, ordered a cup of coffee, sat nervously, did not drink, and looked blankly ahead.

Because there is a photo of the broker named Huang Yi, I always casually scan to see if the guy has already arrived, just to observe around here.

Xue Rui is more focused on the chat between us, she has the eye of the sky, she can see the opponent through at any time, and she doesn't need to be like me.

We were talking about Xue Rui's entry into Myanmar to study art, and Xue Rui told me that her master, Chi Limei, was extremely beautiful, but she didn't show up often, and it was usually the drooping and decrepit Chi Lihua who accompanied her. When it comes to the newly recognized Master, I feel that Xue Rui's fear seems to be much more than worship and respect. But I can also understand that a woman who wraps herself in a white cocoon and soaks in a worm pond all day long, many times, we can't describe her as human.

According to a rough estimate, Chi Limei's age is more than 100 years old, but in my memory, she is just a peerless beauty who is only ten years old.

Therefore, the magic of witch Gu is really not something that ordinary people can understand.

There are too many details, Xue Rui doesn't dare to mention it to me, but "Shibei three days, when you look at each other", she has gained a lot in those days in Myanmar, and in the process of talking to her, I was also impressed by her rich knowledge of witchcraft.

At about nine o'clock, Xue Rui raised his hand and patted me, saying don't look back, that Huang Yi came, put on makeup, stained his beard, and his appearance changed a lot, it seems that he is quite cautious. Without looking back, I took a sip of the porcelain cup on the table, and in my peripheral vision, a burly man walked past me and strode towards the position next to Mrs. Ma.

I casually turned my head to look, only to see Mrs. Ma's flustered expression, very unnatural, as if a student had been caught deserting in class.

I was in a bad mood, but I saw the man begin to turn around, strode away towards the western exit, and soon reached the door.

This change was very sudden, and I didn't react until the man was about to go out of the door, and at this time, Cao Yanjun had already rushed out of the corner and rushed towards the man with a few colleagues. I'm a wounded, I'm a character who watches a play and plays soy sauce, so I can only do it in a hurry, but Xue Rui's body twisted, shuttled like a butterfly, and rushed towards the West Gate.

That Huang Yi is also a practitioner, his skills are so agile that he is not like words, one step ahead of everyone, and he has already rushed out of the glass door like the wind.

Soon he returned, however, and flew backwards with a small footprint on his chest.

In the eyes of the customers of the café, a ponytail girl dressed elegantly appeared at the door, did not stop at all, took two steps forward, and dragged Huang Yi, who was still in the air, to the ground. In front of her was a middle-aged uncle with a beard shrunk into a prawn-like shape, but the ponytail girl was still unrelenting, her excessively delicate face was full of anger, and she pulled up the collar of the middle-aged uncle, and then her little hands began to slap, snapping, heavy and sick, and in two strokes, the poor broker's makeup was ruined, and the fake beard was fanned all over the ground, wisps by wisp, revealing an ugly horse face.

I tried my best to push the wheelchair over, only to hear the little demon slap and scold: "Bad guy,, you ......"

Huang's mouth was full of blood foam between his nose and his eyes were white, which showed that the little demon was not just joking with him, but using real strength. Cao Yanjun and others persuaded on the side, but there was no way to take this hot girl. The Chinese love to be lively nature is eternal, there is a large circle of idlers around the side, looking at this ponytail girl, they all feel frightened, Cao Yanjun and his colleagues have to show their documents to show their innocence.

I stepped forward, grabbed the little demon's hand, and said Okay, why do you have such a heavy hand?

The little demon covered his chest and said that when he and Duoduo saw that thing, they had nightmares for several days, so they pointed at him and beat him to be angry. I was stunned, can these two little things still dream? Isn't this thing a dream a purely subconscious brain reaction? I took her hand and said we had to go back and try him, so I could breathe a sigh of relief. The little demon pouted and said that I want to drink latte too, I want to eat chocolate cake too, and I want to ......

I hurriedly nodded and agreed, and asked Xue Rui next to me to hurry up and order this little ancestor, so that she wouldn't explode again.

After completing this arrest operation, we hurriedly escaped from the café to avoid being watched, the little demon was not satisfied, took the packed things, said that there was no atmosphere at all, and felt that the things had become unpalatable - I always felt that she was unhappy that we had just arranged for her to guard the West Gate, but I didn't dare to rush into this little ancestor, and persuaded him with good words.

Cao Yanjun did not escort Huang Yi back to Dongguan, but asked his colleagues in Huizhou to arrange a nearby location, and then began the interrogation process.

As expected, Huang Yi is an old fritter who is very familiar with the rules, his psychological quality is at least several levels higher than that of Mrs. Ma, he refuses to admit the crime he has committed, and claims that he does not know Mrs. Ma at all, and he does not know why we want to arrest him. He was well versed in the law, and he deduced all kinds of legal provisions to defend himself, and claimed that every word he said would not be signed until his lawyer was present.

Cao Yanjun and the others have seen a lot of such guys, so they are not in a hurry, they are calm and leisurely, and then release the evidence obtained in their hands little by little, ready to break down Huang Yi's psychological defense.

However, Huang Yi was proud, he pointed out that these secretly taken photos are not like him at all, as for the so-called recording, the sound after the restoration of these techniques is completely distorted, where can these secretly collected things be used as evidence to go to court? As for the bank statement, oh my God, his bank account number is not this, and he doesn't have such a false accusation - this guy is extremely meticulous, and he also put on makeup when he met with Mrs. Ma, and as for the receiving account of the running account, the head of the account is called Feng Jianhu, and the money has already been transferred to an overseas account.

We checked before that the person named Feng Jianhu was an ordinary migrant worker, and the account was obviously stolen with an ID card.

Although we can all be sure of Huang Yi's crime, due to this guy's caution and slipperyness, the chain of evidence cannot be formed at all, so this guy has no fear and refuses to confess all his crimes. However, he obviously underestimated our methods, and at the end of the day, Cao Yanjun's face changed, and he couldn't help but clench his fists to the point of clattering, while Xue Rui suggested that she should think of a way.

Cao Yanjun agreed, and began to clear the field, and I, who had been beside me, couldn't help frowning.

After I saw Huang Yi's neck, there was actually a black human-faced spider tattoo.