Chapter 8 chapter eight

At exactly seven o'clock, Baisha's taxi turned into the door of the hotel, and I jumped out from the lobby and got into the car.Betha was amazed at how punctual I was.But her small diamond eyes were full of anger. Didn't sleep well last night?I asked. sleep! I told the taxi we were going to the address on St. Charles Avenue.Then he asked again: What's the matter?Is it too loud? She said: When I was young, girls were quiet and elegant.How can you seduce a man in the street? Could it be that someone seduced a man in the street last night? someone!Baisha shouted: There are more than just people, a lot of women, hooking up with each other in the public, like a large group of cats on a spring evening.Only they are not on the roof, but on the street.

So you didn't sleep well last night? Bai Sha said: I didn't sleep well, but I promise you one thing. What? From that balcony, I gave these women a good lesson. How was the reaction? Baisha said: One of them got angry.One felt embarrassed and went home to sleep.Others stood there laughing at me and teasing me back. what would you do? I gave them a good curse.Baisha said it as a matter of course. They let you scold? No. No wonder you didn't sleep well. Bai Sha said: It's not that the noise is so loud that I can't sleep.I was so angry that I couldn't sleep. Are you moving out of that apartment today?

move out?Baisha shouted: Don't be stupid.The rent has been paid! I know, but what's the point of living in an old apartment that can't sleep? Baisha's lips changed into a straight line: One day I will knock out your dog teeth one by one.One day your wasteful habits will tear us apart. Are we in a bad financial situation? We don't have to discuss these issues anymore.Bai Sha said hastily: You have been very lucky, one day your luck may not be so good.You'll beg me for some money to keep us both in business.At that point, you'll know that I, Mrs. Kebetha, am not a fool.

I said: fun, fun.Knowing that when you go bankrupt, your partner will use money to make up for it makes you feel more at ease. She deliberately turned her head to the car window, pretending to watch the street scene of St. Charles Boulevard, and ignored me.After a while, she said: Is there a match? I struck a match and lit her cigarette.We didn't speak all the way until Bay Apartments. Better to ask the car to wait.I told Baisha: There are very few cars in this area, maybe we won't last long. We may be around quite a long time, Betha, at least a lot longer than you think.We can't let the waiting tables tick-tock eat our money.

Baisha opened her purse, paid the taxi fare, and said: Wait here and watch us ring the bell, if we go in, you can leave.If no one lets us in, we'll ask you to take us back. The driver took a special look at the dime tip and said, "Yes, ma'am."Sit down and wait. Baisha found the doorbell next to the famous brand Fang Ludai, and pressed it vigorously, as if she must crush it to dissipate the anger I gave her just now. Maybe she wasn't up yet.Bai Sha said: Especially if she came back late last night.Maybe she was the one who got drunk and made a scene under my window yesterday.This damn place doesn't go on the market until three o'clock in the evening.

She stretched out another finger and pressed the button like acupuncture. This time there was a chime on the door.I pushed the door and it opened.Baisha turned around and waved, calling a taxi to go back. We began to climb the stairs, Betha slowly leading, carrying a weight of one hundred and sixty-five pounds.I followed her and let her decide how fast or slow. Bai Sha said: After seeing her, don't open your mouth, let me speak. I asked: Are you ready to say something? Yes, I know what he wants me to do.Donno, I think the stairs built in New Orleans are the steepest in the world.Absolutely abusive!

I said: the second door on the left. After panting for the last two stairs, Baisha strode towards the aisle, raised her hand to knock on the door, but stopped, holding her hand there for a second and a half, because the door was half an inch open. She said: "Presumably she meant that we were welcome in ourselves."As he spoke, he pushed against the door with his hands. Wait a moment.I said, grabbing her elbow with my hand. Because of Baisha's push, the door opened slowly by itself.I saw a pair of men's feet held in a weird position.The door slowly opened to reveal the body.The corpse stretched its arms and legs half on the chair and half on the ground.Head on the ground, one foot under the handle and the other bent over the handle.An evil and ominous pool of red blood flowed from a hole in his left chest, flowed through the unbuttoned suit vest, jacket, and flowed on the ground.A charred cushion, apparently used as a silencer for firing a gun, lay on the ground next to the body.

Bai Sha said in a low voice: His grandma's!walk fast. I still hold her elbow.At this time, he tried his best to pull her back. What's the meaning?Baisha asked. I didn't answer anything, just tried to pull her back. For a moment she was angry, but when she saw the expression on my face, her eyes widened. I said loudly: I don't think anyone is home.Without letting go of her elbow, she dragged her toward the stairs. Once she understood why I was afraid, she ran faster than anyone else.We moved quickly on the carpeted aisle.At the head of the stairs, she wanted to stop, but I was the first to pull her down the first few steps.

Coming to the street in such a disorderly manner, I pulled Baisha against the wall and walked along St. Charles Avenue.He glanced at the exit of the apartment. Baisha refused to leave no matter what she said, she stopped me and said, "What's going on?"What are you afraid of?The man has been murdered and we must call the police. It's up to you whether to call the police or not.I said: But if you go into this room, you won't come out alive. She stood on the ground, glared at me and said: What are you talking about? You still don't understand?I asked: someone rang the bell to let us in the gate.Open the door an inch and let us in.

who?she asked. I said: two possibilities.The police are inside waiting for someone to come, which may not have many chances.Otherwise, the murderer is waiting for a second victim. She stared at me with bright little eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. She said: Grandma, I'm afraid I told you the right thing, you little bastard. I know it can't be wrong.I said. But the two of us will definitely not be the ones that the murderer is waiting for. Once you enter the room it is different. Why? Once inside you can see who he is.Whether he is waiting for you or not, he can never let you go.Once we see his face, we are dead.

Thinking of the dangerous process just now, Baisha felt a little narrow escape, she said: So you shouted that there was no one inside? certainly.Look, there's a restaurant across the way.We can call the police, and we can also watch the door of the apartment to see if anyone comes out. who's that person?Baisha asked: Do you know him, that dead man? I have seen him. Where? He came to see Miss Fang Ludai last night.I think his presence was accidental and unwelcome.I had seen him once before. Where did you see him? I couldn't sleep that night, I went to the balcony, and he came out from the bar across the street.There are two women with him.Another man was waiting for them in the car. What Baisha experienced last night made her understand why I couldn't sleep the night before.She asked: Is it a mess? The night before last was a car corps, making noise with their horns.And this dead man is the initiator. She said simply and forcefully: die early and die early. Don't say that, it's dangerous to joke around. Who says I'm kidding?Every word of mine comes from my heart.We call the police? I said: yes, but in my way. What is your method? I said: Come on, let me show you. We go into the restaurant.I asked the boss loudly if he could call a taxi for me or if I had to call and hail a cab myself. He pointed to the pay phone in the corner and gave me the number of the taxi shop.I went over to call the number.The taxi company promised me that the car would arrive within two minutes.From where the phone is located, I can still see the gate of Fangludai's apartment. I waited, waited until I heard the horn of a taxi outside the restaurant, and called the police headquarters.I said vaguely: Is there a pen? have. I say: St. Charles Avenue, Bayside Apartments. How about it? Room 204. How about it?Who are you?what would you like? I'm going to call the police, there's been a murder in that apartment.If you send someone quickly, you might catch the murderer, who's still inside waiting to kill someone else. Who are you?Who is calling the police? The surname is Xi. Surname Xi?Xi what? hitler.I said: Please don't ask any more questions.I'm going to have a pacifier.I hang up the phone and walk out. Baisha had already gone out one step ahead of me, and kept the taxi.I followed her as if there was no hurry. where to?the driver asked. Baisha was about to name the hotel, but I beat her to it.Train station, drive slowly, don't rush. We leaned on the car seat, Baisha wanted to talk, and every time she wanted to speak, I nudged her ribs lightly with my elbow.Finally she finally gave up and sat helplessly angry. We paid for the taxi at the station. I pulled Baisha into the station, exited through another entrance, found another taxi, and said to the driver: Dreamland Hotel, drive slowly. Another time I went all the way to warn Baisha not to speak, and I felt like I was in control of the detonator of the explosive, ready to go off at any moment. When we arrived at the Dreamland Hotel, I took Baisha to a corner of the hall, found a comfortable chair and sat down. I sat next to her and said kindly: Now you can talk, you can talk about anything you like.Just let's not talk about everything that happened in the past hour. Baisha said angrily: "Who are you, tell me what to say and what not to say." I said: The police will definitely follow up every action we have taken so far.How we act from now on is particularly important. Baisha said disdainfully: If they can catch up here, no matter what we do, they can catch up. When I waited until the counter clerk saw our direction, I stood up, walked towards him, and said with a friendly smile: I would like to ask the passengers of the plane going north, are you here to wait for the bus to pick you up. Yes, the next bus will arrive in about 30 minutes. Can we wait here?I asked in a humble, uncertain manner. It doesn't matter.He answered with a sure smile. I sat next to Baisha again, and after the clerk stopped paying attention to us, I walked slowly to the edge of the newsstand. After a few seconds, I gestured for Baisha to come too, and we walked to the entrance of the department store. Played a pinball machine.We walked through the department store and onto the street. where to go nowBaisha asked. Go to the hostel first, tidy up as soon as possible, and move out. Where to move? Might go to that apartment. the two of us? Yes, that studio is a double-purpose couch, which can also be regarded as a bed. Baisha said: What's going on?You are as mysterious as if you killed someone. Don't think the police don't think so. Why? I said: Fang Ludai works in a bank.They would ask the bank and the manager would say that a man had visited her yesterday afternoon.He said he was a private detective who wanted to solve a property case.Miss Fang received him.The man was waiting for her outside the door when he got off work, and the two left together in a taxi.The young detective was in her room when the deceased came to see her, and they were jealous of each other. Okay, so many things happened, where did Fang Ludai go?Kebaisha asked. Fang Ludai, I replied, first, it may have been the murderer who shot.Second, it's possible that the dead body was in the apartment, somewhere we didn't see it.Third, maybe the murderer was waiting for her. Baisha said: I think the best way is to take a taxi to the main office.Tell them all the facts. I stopped, turned her around, pointed to a taxi and said: There happens to be a taxi here, please. She hesitated. Please. I don't think so, what do you think? is not very good. Why? Many reasons. Say a few to see. It doesn't make sense. What doesn't make sense? The whole case doesn't make sense. Why? I said: Mr. Hay came to Los Angeles and hired us to find Fang Ludai in New Orleans.Why didn't he get a New Orleans detective nearby to do it? Because someone introduced us, he has confidence in us. Confident enough not to invite locals, confident enough to pay us a lot of money, pay our travel expenses, and give us business trip expenses. You happened to be in Florida at that time, and I told him that you could arrive two or three days before us, and he was very happy. good!Even if he has confidence in us and wants us to find Fang Lvdai, but Mr. Hai himself knows where Miss Fang is from the beginning to the end, so what can he say. Baisha stared at me with wide-eyed disbelief, as if she had personally seen me take a stone and throw it at the glass window of a large company on the street. I'm telling the truth!I said. Tang Nuo, you are really crazy, why would a person come so far to Los Angeles, pay us fifty dollars a day, plus twenty dollars a day in zero, and come to New Orleans to find someone he said was missing, but in fact he was not? What about women? That's one of the reasons why I said, why, I don't want to take a taxi to the police station.You go, go by yourself, don't use our public funds to pay the taxi fare. I started walking towards our hostel. Baisha caught up with me: You don't have to be so dead. It's not that I'm dead, I just don't want to get involved. What would you do if the police caught you and said you didn't call the police when you saw a murder? I called the police. Bai Sha thought for a while. The police won't like this police law, and they won't like you anyway. No one wants them to like it! When they put their hands on your back, Baisha said, that's enough for you. Unless we can divert their attention then. What to divert their attention? Like the murderer in the room, or another murder, something that would grab their attention anyway. Baisha automatically followed my steps, thinking carefully. After a while, Bai Sha said: Tang Nuo, I don't believe what you said about Mr. Hai. What's the matter, Mr. Hai? Mr. Hai knows where Ms. Fang is, this matter. He found her long before we did. Why do you think so? I said: The waiter at the Bourbon Bar, saw Mr. Hai and Fang Ludai coming out of Mr. Jia's bar. Are you sure? There should be no mistake, the waiter described it vividly, he said that this gentleman seems to have something in his mouth. when was that a month ago. Does she know who Mr. Hai is? No idea, Mr. Hai knew who she was, and she thought Mr. Hai was Mr. Wang Yaqi from Chicago. Bai Sha sighed and said: You confused me, you like this kind of intelligence test, I am not interested. I'm not too interested in this one either. It's not a question of whether we like it or not, it's a question aimed at us. Baisha said: I want to call Mr. Hai and give him a showdown.I want This is not good, I interrupted her, don't forget, Mr. Hai has repeatedly stated that we don't want us to investigate, why were we hired?Who is really hiring us?They invited us for only one purpose, to find Fang Ludai. On the way back to the hotel, Baisha kept thinking about this matter. When she entered the hall, she said: At least one thing, I have decided. What's up? We found Fang Ludai, this is what they want us to do, we ask them for a bonus, I am going back to Los Angeles myself, the construction company is very important. I do not mind.I said. Baisha walked into the lobby and walked straight to the counter, she said: What time does the Caltrain leave for get off work? The clerk smiled and said: Madam, if you ask the head servant over there, they have a train timetable, sorry, are you Mrs. Ke? Yes. You used to be a customer here, you moved out yesterday, right? Yes. The clerk said: I have a telegram for you this morning, we are going back to the Telecom Bureau, let me see, maybe it is still here, yes, it’s okay, it’s still here. Baisha got the telegram, opened the envelope, and held it in her hand so that I could also read the content. The telegram was sent from Richmond the night before, and the content was: After the phone call, I decided to fly back to meet as soon as possible, High Mole.