Detective Training Manual

　　 Zhou Yan was pushed into the house.

　　 With a bang... the apartment door in front of me was closed.

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "Carla, Carla". It seemed that Li Huan had locked the door outside.

　　 "Hey, even if you are afraid of running away, you don't have to do that." Zhou Yan muttered a little aggrieved.

　　 Actually, it's right to think about it now. She is a girl, no matter how she doesn't have a sense of crisis, she can't let herself be alone with her all night.

　　 So, what she said was to let herself come and sleep here, but in fact, she just found a place and shut herself up!

　　 This is too big, even if you are imprisoned! Cut, as expected, women are big trotter!

Also, you said that you are such a rich master. When you saw an old lady, why did you comfort her? Don’t you just throw a pile of money on her face? It’s 10,000 times more effective than comfort. what.

　　 Hey, forget it, the thinking of the rich, don't speculate.

　　 Zhou Yan gave a long sigh, then walked into the living room, found a sofa, and leaned up.

　　 Well, it's really more comfortable than sleeping in a subway station, so let's just stay overnight.

　　 Zhou Yan thought, then took out the book in his pocket...

　　 After these few hours, the text on the book has become a lot more.

　　【The intersection of reality and virtual spirit: If you spend 20 seconds with him, you won’t have this kind of thought again...】

　　 "Who is he referring to here? It should be someone who has nothing to do with him. After all, until now, I haven't encountered such a person who can't wait for 20 seconds."

　　 [_Three stars: Can I rely on us to make a face? 】

　　 "Who is this talking about again? Whatever, it's definitely not me anyway."

　　 [The Yu of the Celestial Realm: I think my son has colluded with the liar]

　　 Okay, I finally saw a useful message.

　　 But Zhou Yan didn’t think that money scams had something to do with his son. It would be too sloppy to think of collusion between the son and the scammer if it was only from the phone number or the details of the old man’s savings. Moreover, it is too underestimated the tricks of the liar.

　　 Get a mobile phone number or a deposit balance, which is too simple for the group of people, because the time they stared at a target can be traced back to a few years ago.

Don’t talk about phone calls and balances. They even know your company, your work schedule, how many times you’ve been to a gambling shop, and whether you’ve been cheating on things like that. In case you can’t cheat money, these people can even block it directly. In front of you, use these secrets to blackmail you.

　　 Therefore, there is no need for any inner ghost to help. The liar has already figured out the prey.

　　 Having said so much, in fact, the most important thing is...Zhou Yan is also unwilling to believe that a child whose mother has devoted his whole life to love will deceive his mother in turn.

　　 In that case, it would be too dark.

　　 Continue to look down...

　　【Catch wuboq: So this woman is a rich woman! Get on your thighs Zhou Yan! 】

　　 "Bah! Can I talk to a rich woman in Zhou Yan? It is a slander of my personality! Emmm...Even if you want to, there is no chance now."

　　[City Chunmuxue:? You scold again]

　　 "???" Zhou Yan frowned, "I don't seem to have scolded this person?"

　　 Anyway, he just turned page by page. Gradually, I discovered that the book seemed to be caring about myself for a while, but for a while it was saying something that I couldn't understand.

　　......

　　 So, maybe not all the people in this book are talking to me?

　　 Then can they communicate with each other?

　　Emmm...Looking at it this way, I feel that this book is like a QQ group.

and many more!

　　 Suddenly, Zhou Yan thought of something.

　　 He jumped up suddenly, then searched for things all over the room.

　　 Finally, on a bookshelf, he found what he thought of...a pen!

　　 That's right! A pen!

　　 Zhou Yan just held the pen like this, frowning and staring at a blank space in the book, as if hesitating.

　　 But in the end, he still attached himself, and the tip of his pen touched the page.

【Hello everyone】

　　 He wrote these three words in the book.

　　 Then, he stood there, watching intently...

　　 About 5 minutes later-emmm-nothing seems to happen.

　　 "Okay~" Zhou Yan couldn't help but shrugged: "It seems that the working principle of this book still needs to be studied slowly."

　　 He said, and looked at the time again, and found that it was already late.

　　 "Let's go to bed first, don't delay tomorrow's affairs." He thought, and then walked into the bedroom.

　　 No words for a night...

　　 But this ‘No Words for a Night’ is only relative to Zhou Yan.

　　 And in a corner of this city, two people were sleepless all night.

　　Drinking, singing K, betting money, shaking his head desperately in the dj noise and flashing lights.

　　In fact, they have been going through this kind of life for several months. Although they are tired of it, they can't calm down.

　　 Because as soon as they calm down, they always think of those cheated wives who are scattered and crying on the side of the road.

　　Although they don't care what the lives of those people will become, they still don't want to think about it.

　　 This is where humans are the most fucked, even if they have completely stepped into the ranks of social scum, but still can't completely abandon their conscience.

　　 Of course, the condemnation of conscience is no longer enough to make these two men turn their heads back.

　　 Pharaoh!

　　 Old Zhao!

　　 This is how these two people call each other.

　　 In the industry of scammers, it is absolutely impossible to use a real name, even if it is a cooperative partner. Because everyone will not believe in each other's character.

　　 Just yesterday, these two people succeeded in deceiving again. Although they only got 200,000, it was enough for a while.

　　 At three o'clock in the morning, the two finally returned to their apartment rented in the suburbs of the city exhausted.

　　 The room is not small, but the wine bottles on the floor almost make people feel like there is nowhere to go. The instant noodle barrels in the corner are piled up like a mountain, the leftover pizza on the table has long been moldy, and some maggots can even be seen.

　　 Pharaoh, full of alcohol, sat down on the sofa.

　　 "That girl is so exciting today!" he yelled to himself, obviously drinking too much.

　　 In contrast, Lao Zhao is very awake. He came to a table ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and took out a shoe box and opened it.

　　The box is full of mobile phones and bank cards.

　　 He stretched out his hand and fiddled with it for a while... "The cards are all used up, we have to get some cards tomorrow."

　　 Lao Wang waved his hand indifferently: "Hey, what's the hurry, I just got 200,000 yuan, enough for more than a month."

　　 "Heh." Old Zhao smiled disdainfully: "I am enough, but you gambler, maybe you can lose it in two weeks."

　　 "Haha, that's right." Lao Wang didn't seem to care about being called a "gambler", and smiled without dignity: "Then... I'll go to the kid tomorrow to buy a few!"

　　 When he said this, in fact, Old Zhao had already taken out a mobile phone from the shoe box.

　　 There is only one phone in this cell phone, so he dialed it directly.

　　 And in the early hours of this morning, the phone was really connected quickly.

　　 "Hey..." The voice on the other side sounded erratic like a kidney deficiency.

　　 "Me, old Zhao!"

　　 "Need a card?" After hearing Lao Zhao's voice on the other side of the phone, he also asked directly.

"Ok."

　　 "Tomorrow at 12 o'clock at noon, Ninth Avenue Coffee Shop." The voice on the other side gave such a short address, and immediately hung up the phone.

　　 People who work in this industry have always had a very short talk time, and the longest can't exceed two minutes.

　　 This is the rule...be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years.

　　Old Zhao put the phone back in the shoe box.

　　 "Go get the card tomorrow and go to sleep..."

　　 He said, and even without taking off his clothes, he leaned on another sofa and fell asleep with the smell of alcohol in the room.