Liang Dong has been in this world for three or four days, and he has been acting and talking in the way he remembers Terry Mulden, and until now, no one has doubted his identity, not even Christine, who is his wife, has not noticed anything unusual.

Regarding her husband's scoundrel, Christine said helplessly: "Would you rather beat him up until he understands things than think it's easier to move directly?"

"It's simpler, but it costs a lot more money, and you don't have to pay a penny for a fat beating. "For this matter, Liang is very resolute.

Christine looked at her husband and said angrily: "Sometimes I really want to beat you up." ”

"Then now, beauty!" Liang Dong turned around and lay on the bed, looking at his wife with a wistful expression, Christine's exposed chest was white.

"If you come back an hour early, it's possible. Christine said to her husband, "Remember to brush your teeth, your mouth is full of alcohol." ”

Looking at his wife who started flipping books again, Liang Dong sighed helplessly and said, "I will come back with a fresh breath." ”

"Congratulations, I was asleep by then!" Christine looked at her husband and raised an eyebrow defiantly.

"Not necessarily. Liang Dong turned around and smiled evilly, glanced at Christine smugly, and turned to enter the bathroom. It is actually very easy for men to take a shower and wash it quickly, even if it is combined with brushing teeth, it will not take five minutes when it is fast.

When Liang Dong came out of the bathroom, Christine had just turned off the desk lamp, and Liang Dong didn't have anything, just "hehe" After laughing twice, he pounced directly and tossed on the bed.

That night, there was also Smidty, who slept late, wandering the streets alone. After a cold wind blew and greeted the prostitute, Smidty snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and turned and entered a tavern on the side of the street.

"Hey, Smitty!" Seeing the boss enter the bar, the bartender hurriedly said hello and bent down to take out an envelope from the wine cabinet.

"Hey, Davis!" Smithy nodded to the bartender, who was less excited tonight.

The bartender handed the envelope to Smitty and said with some emotion, "Monsieur Albannon, this is a terrible death!

"Very well!" Smidty only slightly pinched the thickness of the envelope, and already knew how much cash was inside. Putting the envelope in his arms, Smidty couldn't help but say, "I'm really annoyed because I'm ...... I had no idea who did it, and I didn't have any idea. ”

"Let's both have a drink. The bartender, Davis, was very understanding, poured himself and Smitty a glass each, and said, "To John!"

"To John!" said Smidty, taking a sip of the whiskey in his glass, glancing around the empty bar, and sighing, "It's dead silence here, who's ...... Why is it so quiet here?"

"The big boss is in the back, he's been waiting for you. The bartender looked at Smidty and said in a deep voice.

"Big boss, Patton?" Smith was slightly stunned at first, but he quickly reacted.

Seeing the bartender nodding, Smidty hurriedly asked, "Is he here, is he coming to me, what's the ...... What are you looking for me to do?"

"I'm a messenger, Smithy!" said the bartender, spreading his hands, "I pour wine and bet on people, but I never ask questions." ”

As soon as the bartender's words fell, a man stepped out of it, it was the elder Parton's brother, Red Parton, and he laughed and said, "Hey, Smitty, how are you doing, man." My brother wants to have a few words with you. ”

All day today, Red Parton stood outside the funeral parlor and bar, not showing his face in front of the others, let alone seeing Smetti.

Smitty glanced at the bartender, winked, and then said to Red Parton with some hesitation, "Of course." ”

"Come on!" Red Parton patted Smidty on the back as he walked over, and whispered, "I'm walking behind you." ”

It wasn't until Smitty entered the back room that Red Parton said to the bar, "Do us a favor, Davis, lock the door." ”

Davis looked at the front hall that was only his own, sighed, locked the bar, and left directly.

In the deep back hall, old Parton sat alone at a table sipping fine whiskey, and when Smith came in, he thought he was alone, but when he looked closely, he saw the old butler standing in the shadows behind him. He smiled and greeted, "How are you doing, Mr. Parton?"

"It's not great. Old Paton's answer made Smitty slightly stunned, and Old Paton chuckled when he saw this scene and said, "I will miss him after losing a good friend recently, and I think you will too." ”

Smithy nodded at once, and replied, "Monsieur Albanon is a good friend, and he treats me well. ”

"Yes!" said Old Patton, sighing, "but unfortunately we don't have time to mourn the dead, and business has to go on." As they say, the show has to go on. I just have some questions for you, who might be the murderer of our mutual friend? Do you have any ideas?"

"You know, a lot of people...... Some people were saying," said Smidty, a little trembling, "they think his son Sean did it." I don't think so. ”

Hearing Smitty say this, a smile appeared on the corner of Lapperton's mouth, and he said with a gloomy face: "In the real world outside of Shakespeare's plays, there are very few sons who actually kill their own father, so I don't think Sean did it, is there anyone else?"

"In this neighborhood, no one likes Monsieur Eubannon very much, let alone anyone in Hell's Kitchen circles. ”

"So anyone is suspicious of this, do you mean that?" Lapaton couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That's right, I think anyone is suspicious. "Smitty tried to make himself look a little more stupid, to be more pandering to old Paton, or he would probably not have been able to get out of the bar tonight.

"That's the bad thing about doing what we do, we have a lot of enemies, so it's important to look out for each other as friends. And you know, a lot of these cases, the police don't care at all, only a handful of them can be solved, right?" Old Paton said with a special meaning, and he stared straight at Smitty, observing the slightest change in the expression on his face.

As he spoke, Old Parton paused slightly, and said with some emotion: "Of course, this is very regrettable, but what can we do?"

Now that Smitty had finally figured out what old Paton was trying to say, he couldn't help loosening his neckline, swallowing his spit, and listening to old Paton continue: "Sometimes the best thing to do is to let it go with the wind, do you agree with me?"

"That's right, don't be too troubled!" said Smidty without hesitation, barely trying to squeeze a smile on his face, but couldn't.

"That's it, that's it, that's right. Don't be troubled," Old Parton smiled triumphantly, looked at Smitty, and continued to pressur, "Why don't you drink, you basically didn't drink much tonight!"

(End of chapter)