Chapter 8 chapter eight

I looked for the address and found it to be an old-fashioned five-story apartment building with no caretaker, the front door locked with a latch, and a row of little nameplates with a button next to each. I found Su Youqi's name tag and pressed the button on the side.After a while, a voice said: What's the matter? I said: Is it Mr. Su Youqi? Who is looking for him? My surname is Lai. What's the matter? Guess it. reporter? almost. The beep sounded, and I pushed the door open. Su Youqi's apartment is 533.An escalator took me up surprisingly quickly.I went down the aisle to find Five Three Three and knocked on the door.

Su Youqi, twenty-five or twenty-six years old.His complexion was that of a pie crust, except he had been in the oven for fifteen minutes longer.His eyes were red and swollen from crying.The interior of the apartment is grand.It looks like he has lived here for a long time. This incident shocked me too much.He said. certainly. I didn't wait for his invitation, but just walked in calmly, chose a sofa by myself, sat down, took out another pack of cigarettes that Lu Bilian sold me, took out one, lit it, and said: What kind of relative are you and him? relation? He is my uncle. Do you meet often?

The two of us are inseparable. I took a notepad out of my pocket. When was the last time you saw your uncle? last night. Have you ever heard him mention that Lu Bilian's body was found in her apartment? No. You didn't know that your uncle knew her. have no idea. Any idea what he's doing there? I don't know, Su Youqi said: But I can guarantee that no matter what the reason is, he must behave well when he goes there. My uncle is a model of virtue. Words came out of his mouth as if he was being invited to speak. Have you lived here long?I asked. five years. Who owns the house?

Uncle Bailey's. Left a lot of real estate? He said quickly: I don't know, I don't know much about his financial situation.All I know is that he is rich. Do you have a job?I asked. Currently, he said: "I am not employed by anyone.I'm collecting material for a historical novel. Have you published any books before?I asked. He blushed and said: I don't think any of this has anything to do with it. I said: I thought you might agree to take this opportunity to spread the word. He said: This is a historical novel that Uncle Bailey is interested in. Was it funded by him?I asked.

For a while, his eyes avoided mine, and after a while he looked at me with bloodshot eyes with a little fear, and he said: Yes, he is sponsoring, and now it seems that he has to stop. What aspect? coast patrol. and American history? Follow it all the way to the real deal at sea.He suddenly said with great enthusiasm: At that time San Francisco was a real port, and ships from all over the world flocked into the Golden Gate.She is a real city.One day, when American goods are again available for sale, you can stand at any point on the coast and look out from the haze to the horizon of the sea.

Very good subject.I stopped him from continuing: Your uncle is not married yet? not yet. Do you have any other relatives? I know no. Have you left a will? Who are you Lai, surname Lai. To be honest, Mr. Lai, I don't think this question has anything to do with the facts.May I ask what newspaper you are from? nothing. What! nothing. I thought you were visiting for the newspaper. I said: I am a detective. Ga!he called in a short, high-pitched voice. When did you hear the news? News of my uncle's death? Yes. Not long after the body was found, they notified me and told me to come over.Go to the apartment where the body was found.

You have a pretty good time here. I like it too.I had told my uncle many times that I would be more comfortable in a smaller apartment, but he insisted that I live here.Here are two units combined so it's a little bigger. He wiped his nose again and said: I have something in my eye, please forgive me. It doesn't matter. It may be that the dust has passed. He twisted a handkerchief, wet one end, and went to a mirror, pulling his right eyelid down. Maybe I can help you.I said. Maybe. He looked up and there was a small yellow spot at the base of the reflexed conjunctiva of his eye.I wiped him out with the wet towel.

We went back to the couch and sat down. He asked me: Is there any news about how this all happened? I said: I have nothing to do with the police, I am a private investigator. private detective? Yes. I would like to know who hired you and why you are interested in me.he ask me. I said: My interest is not from the same angle as this matter.I believe your uncle wants to sell the Superior Building. I think he has this plan. Did he mention it to you? Just mentioning it, I know people are looking to buy it. Do you know the price? I don't know, and even if I knew, it would be inconvenient to tell you.To be honest, Mr. Lai, I don't think you have the right to ask so many questions.

how old is your uncle fifty three. Ever been married? Yes, it's over. widower? No, they are divorced. how long ago. About two years ago. Do you know his wife? certainly. Where is she now. I have no idea. She also agreed to the divorce, and it was true. Yes. Property divided? I think it's done.Yes.Don't you think you're asking too much, Mr. Lai? sorry!I said: I see I bit my tongue halfway through.Coughing, he opened his mouth and said vaguely and impatiently: "Toilet, hurry up!" He ran to a door and opened it.I rush in.It's his bedroom.He was faster than me, passed the bedroom and opened the bathroom door for me.I ran in, waited five seconds, and gently opened the door.I could hear him in the living room, he was on the phone.

I hurriedly looked around the bedroom.The bedrooms are very tidy.Also used methodically.The closet is full of clothes.There were two dozen shoes on the shoe rack, both polished to a bright shine.There are two tie racks in the closet, which hold more than a hundred ties.Hairbrushes and combs are placed neatly and regularly on the dressing table.There are about a dozen or so photos hanging on the chest of drawers and on the wall.On the wall facing the bed, there is an oval print, about twelve inches long and eight inches short, and the color is a little lighter than the surrounding wallpaper.There was a cigarette on the chest of drawers, which was folded in two, and the two broken cigarettes were randomly placed on it.This was the only untidy blemish in the room.

Suddenly the door opened.Su Youqi stood at the door and said condemningly: I thought you were going to use the bathroom. Yes, that's right.What a place you are. Mr. Lai, I'm afraid I have to ask you to walk.I don't appreciate your approach. It doesn't matter.I said.Go to the living room.Su Youqi acted like leading the way, without even looking at me, he opened the door of the apartment, and waited for me to leave with dignity like a plaster statue. I didn't go out, I went back to the sofa and sat down. For a long time, Su Youqi maintained his posture.Then he said: I am waiting for you to leave.If you don't leave, I will find other ways to make you leave. try it yourself. He waited, and slowly closed the door. The two of us looked at each other.Su Youqi said: I allow you to come in and disturb me in extreme sadness, because I think you are a reporter from a newspaper. His tone was very polite but tinged with disdain. I tell you I'm a detective. If you had told me sooner, I wouldn't have let you in at all especially if I knew you were a private eye. What is wrong with detectives is also done by people. Mr. Lai, I don't know what trick you want to play.But if you don't leave right away, I'm going to call the police. Yes, I said: If you want to call the police, you can find a surname Mi, police officer Mi Shanlou.He's from Homicide.He is currently working on your uncle's case. I was sitting and Su Youqi was standing.After a while, he walked hesitantly to the phone, bypassed the phone, came back and sat down.He said: I don't understand why you are so unreasonable. I said: First of all, I can see that you are a person who is extremely particular about details and addicted to cleanliness.But today you are not very tidy.I raised my thumb and shook it twice toward the bedroom: You are the only nephew your rich uncle likes.The house is his, and of course there are servants at your disposal, so the house can be kept so spotless. What does this have to do with your coming here?he asks. I said: I will soon talk about your heavy armor, where are the mistakes. What do you mean. I said in a confident tone: The maid will definitely say when the oval frame and the photo on the wall were taken down. This is the biggest mistake you made.You shouldn't take the whole frame off, you should take the photo off and put in another photo with the frame still in the old place.But now you can see a noticeable difference in the color on the wall.And there is a small pinhole, which can be seen clearly by a discerning eye. He looked at me like I punched him in the stomach. Now, I say: you can call the police.When police officer Mi Shanlou came, he would call the maid, take out Lu Bilian's photo and ask her if the photo that was hanging on the wall directly opposite the bed belonged to this person. His shoulders suddenly dropped, as if both lungs had collapsed. What do you want? Of course it is true. Lai, I'm going to tell you things I'd never tell anyone. I didn't say anything, just sat there and waited. He said: I often go to Lingji's old place for a walk from time to time, which is not a bad thing. Gathering material for your novel? don't do that.I just relax and shake.A man who uses too much brain power needs to play with it too. So you play with Lu Bilian. Please listen to me first. Then please. Lu Bilian sold me cigarettes.I look at her and think she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So you soak her. Sure, but it doesn't help at all. And after that? I became more seriously interested in her.But I'm afraid of my uncle, he doesn't like me like this.He called it blackout. What should he do? I don't know, Mr. Lai, I really don't know. what do you think? I didn't even think about it. I said: Maybe I can think about it for you. He was looking at me with red, swollen eyes, made like a wounded deer, asking why I shot him. I said: Your uncle thinks she is a girl? He said: This is not surprising, I have just told you. So your uncle decides to go see her himself and tell her that if she can make you realize that you don't miss her once and for all, your uncle will give her a sum of money, probably more than if she manages to marry you and receive alimony.For example, she is willing to flirt with someone, or let you see her with someone else in her bedroom, or do something that completely destroys your delusional fantasy. Su Youqi took out a wet handkerchief from his back pocket, twirling and twisting it on his fingers.I don't know, he said: I don't believe that Uncle Baili would do such a thing, and I don't believe that Bilian would listen to him.I think Bilian would hate him. Hate him with a hatchet?I asked. God, he said: you've got all these sarcastic jokes to piss people off.Of course not!Bilian would not even harm an ant casually.We must not drag Bilian into this matter, we must keep her out of the matter. What happened to that photo? I took it off.I took it off as soon as I heard it happened. Is it the picture she gave you? No, I bribed the photographer who was doing publicity work for her to buy me one.Bilian didn't know I had that photo. I said: so far, you are a 100% 100% of what?he asked eagerly. shit.I said, and walked out the door, leaving him looking at me angrily behind, covering his nose with a handkerchief soaked in tears.