Chapter 7 Chapter VII

I drove the company car back to the street where Duhamber's office was located, and drove the next half block into a parking lot. I want to find a place nearby that I can use as an office.I said: Do you have fixed parking spaces for rent here? I can spare one for you. It is the peak season for temporary parking, and the price of renting a parking space is not cheap. Where do you arrange the parking spaces for regular customers?I asked. That side, against the wall, is reserved for regular guests.The two exits are very convenient.The cars were all parked at the door, and we all parked in.

I walked over carefully, looking at the parking spaces. Our parking spaces in this area are currently rented out to regular customers.If you decide to want it, the tenth position below can be reserved for you, and you can paint your car number or your name on it. I looked at the car parked in the fixed frequent-passenger parking space, and easily found the Osmobile with the license plate JYJ114. All right.I said to the administrator: I have rented the office, and I will come to you to rent a parking space. I walked back near the entrance with him and he gave me a parking ticket to park the car for me.

Ten minutes later, I came back.Forgot something in the car.As I said that, I showed him the parking ticket. He wanted to say something, but suddenly smiled and said: Oh, you want to rent a fixed parking space. Yes.I told him. He took a look at the corner of the parking ticket and nodded in one direction.The car is in the third row at the back.Can you find it yourself? no problem.I told him. I went to my own car and pulled out a set of electronic car trackers from the trunk.This is the most commonly used by the police at present. It is a small disc with a mercury battery inside, which can be located with a tracker within a short distance.

I replaced it with a spare new battery, so that the signal will be stronger.I took it in my pocket, walked to the fixed monthly parking space, and looked at the terrain in this area again. While I was waiting for the manager to greet other guests, I slipped to the back of JYJ No. 114 and put the tracker on the back of the rear bumper, and the magnetic tracker stuck to the back of the bumper. I greeted the caretaker and left the parking lot. One of the most difficult jobs for a private detective is to stand on the street, watch the entrance and exit of a building, and wait for someone to come out without being noticed.

In the first fifteen or twenty minutes, you can also look at the furnishings in the nearby window, or the crowds.After that, both physically and emotionally weary.The more physical symptoms appear.The grievances of eating and resenting one party are getting more and more skyrocketing.First the muscles in the legs and back get tired.Then the heels ached and the concrete sidewalk got harder. After waiting for two full hours, the man I was waiting for came out of the building, and he came out alone. He walked into the parking lot, walked to his own car, and I followed him into the parking lot.

The administrator got to know me this time, and he said: Is the office rented? Still can't decide.I said: It is sublet.I have two places to choose; one is near here, and the other is near where there is often street parking. On-street parking is the most unreliable and annoying, especially when it's raining. I've been trying to get him to take the money earlier.I'm in a hurry now, and I said: I know the car is there, I'll go and drive it myself, okay? I'll ask someone to open it for you right away.He said: Unless you have a monthly subscription, you can drive in and out by yourself. Temporary parking is all driven in and out on our behalf. This is the rule here.

I may change your monthly subscription right away.I said. Oh yes.He said: You may be a monthly customer right away.I think the place where you can park your car on the side of the road must not be a commercial area. If there is no business to do, you will choose this area to do business. I smiled at him, gave him two yuan as a small account, and said: When I get the monthly parking space, I will buy you a box of cigars. I managed to get in, jumped into the company car, started the engine, just in time to see the car I was following come out and turn left. I slowly made my way out and turned left only to find it was gone and the traffic was very heavy.

I turned the tracker on and the signal was loud and clear. I slowly followed the distance of ten streets.Always half a street away, with lots of cars between us, I don't have to see it, just beep beep beep beep. After fifteen minutes on a heavily trafficked street, he turned left.I can't see his car, but when the car is going straight ahead, the beep is fixed, when the car in front is on the left, the beep turns short, and when the car in front is on the right, the beep turns long. I also turn left at the next intersection.Probably turned too early, so his car was still in front of my car, but on the right side of my car.Then the beep changed to a buzz and I knew his car was behind mine, it looked like he had parked on the road to my right.I made a wide circle and found him parked on the curb outside an apartment house.

I parked half a street away and sat in the car to wait. My target stayed in the apartment house for two hours, then he came out and headed towards the sea. It was getting late, and when there were many vehicles, I could drive closer to follow them, but when there were fewer vehicles, I had to try to lag behind.If it wasn't for an electronic tracker on his car, there's no way my headlights wouldn't have caught his attention.The beep was loud and clear, but suddenly it became a hum.I knew he was behind me, of course he stopped.I turned back and saw him park in front of a fancy restaurant.

I found a place to watch and stayed in the car when suddenly I realized I was hungry too.The place where I parked is just downwind of the restaurant's kitchen, and I can smell the aroma of charcoal-grilled steaks and occasionally coffee. The guy I was with came out an hour later, headed for the beach, turned right and drove half a mile along the beach into the Sun Swim Motel. I remember that this is the place where there were two voyeuristic incidents in a row recently. I didn't expect it to be a pretty good place, with the neon lights at the door shining very brightly. The registration cards filled out by the people I followed were still on the counter.I noticed that the manager gave him the twelfth room, and his registered name was the White House couple, and he also wrote an address in San Francisco.

He also wrote down his car number, but reversed the last two numbers.It's an old trick, but it's still very useful, and nine times out of ten the motel manager doesn't check to see if the car number registered by the guest is the same as the real car number.Even if he goes to check, he may not notice that the two numbers are written backwards.If he finds out, he will think it was an unintentional mistake. I used Zhang Luoda's pseudonym, registered the first three letters of the car, added the first and third Arabic numerals, and wrote a random number on the license plate of the company car. In fact, she was too cautious, the female manager had no interest in what car number the customer wrote.Because the law requires people staying in motels to register their car numbers, so the car number is on the registration card. In fact, she didn't care to check the car number so as not to scare the guests away. Mr. Zhang, are you alone? Yes. Won't your wife follow you later? Won't. If you are waiting for her to come later, she said: You'd better add the word couple.It's the rules, you know. Is there a difference in rent prices?I asked. No, she said with a smile: Anyway, it's ten yuan.You can get ice cubes from the ice machine yourself.There's one here in the office, and one at the very back of the house.Together there are three vending machines where you can buy drinks.If anyone is coming to join you, keep quiet.We hope this is a nice and quiet place to rest. Thank you.I told her. I squinted at the other registration card again, picked up the key to Room 13 she gave me, and slowly drove the car back. The houses here are pretty solidly built for a motel.A long white porch adjoins the bungalows for rent.The wall separating the middle is quite strong, and it is not easy for the sound from the next door to come here. I used a pair of small electronic bugs and stuck them on the wall of room 12. I could hear the people in the next room walking around, coughing twice, and the toilet flushing and water taps. No matter who he was waiting for, if the person hadn't arrived yet, he must come to meet him later.She must have known where to meet because he didn't call. My stomach has been empty for too long, and various physiological phenomena tell me that I am too hungry.At work, it's normal to be too busy to miss a meal, but it's another annoying thing to be too hungry to settle down, knowing that you can't eat until a full person is asleep. I recalled a quarter of a mile away where there was a drive-in fast food restaurant.The tracker I put on his car, I am not afraid of where he will flee, I am really hungry. I drove my own car, hurried to the fast food restaurant, and asked for two hamburgers, everything, and a cup of coffee, and asked for it quickly. The fast food restaurant didn't have many customers in the evening, and the waitress who greeted me was minimally dressed.The upper body is a tight-fitting thin sweater with obvious bumps, a miniskirt, and a pair of pantyhose to greet me intentionally. do you really have something urgenthandsome guy.she asked. I have something important to do, pretty. The night is still very early, the genius is dark, and there is still plenty of time. Women won't wait. She pursed her lips and said: I don't get off work until eleven o'clock, and my night doesn't start until eleven o'clock. I'll be back at ten fifty-five.I said. oh!She said: Everyone eats tofu indiscriminately like this, and there will be no ghosts at that time.What is that buzzing thing? I said: Oh, the seat belt is not buckled, it will automatically remind you, I forgot to close it.I reached over and turned the tracker off. She left my car and went in to get a hamburger. I turned on the tracker and continued to track the radio waves that came out regularly from behind the car surnamed Du.I saw the waitress come and turn it off again. I ate in the car and she was determined to wait outside.Are you determined to take others out to play, and eat yourself first, don't you think it's selfish?she asked. not necessarily.I said: just be nice to her, she's on a diet, she only eats a piece of burnt toast and vegetables for dinner.I eat the same thing with her when I'm full, lest she get hungry. Losing weight is scary.She said: How much overweight is she? Not many.I said: But she is determined to stay in shape. She demonstrated to me provocatively: a good figure must be born.And deliberately swayed away from me. I turned on the tracker again. I was afraid that the tracker would not be able to hear the sound after a delay. The buzzing sound was loud and clear. After dinner, I turned on the headlights, and she came with the bill, and I paid the bill, plus a tip of one dollar. Handsome boy, she said: Is ten fifty-five true or false? Sincerely.I told her. We have a rule here against making appointments with customers.She said: but However, not at ten fifty-five tonight.I said: It's ten fifty-five next time. She blushed angrily.Then he laughed and said: Well, try to come next time, it will not be so easy to ask me next time. She puts the tip in the pantyhose, thanks, handsome man.she says. Goodbye, pretty. Yes, she said: You are quite funny, what's your name? Tang Nuo. My name is Debbie, see you next week.Ten fifty-five, don't forget. can't forget.I told her to get the car out of the fast food restaurant. Turn the front of the car around, the buzzing turns into a beep, the signal is very normal. While driving into the motel, a car pulled out.My headlights flashed past the driver of the car on the other side.I had to slam on the brakes to keep her car from hitting the head of mine.She was driving from the motel so fast that the wheels creaked as she turned onto the paved road. The light on her face from my headlights was so strong that I had only glimpsed it for half a second, but it was already deeply embedded in my mind, and the expression on her face was one of utter shock. There is no reason to connect this woman with the case I am working on.But the fear frozen on her face, the way she drove, and my curiosity made me willing to take the risk anyway. I backed the car, turned around, and chased after her car.She was driving a two-year-old Chevrolet, and I had to push the accelerator to the bottom. She ran a red light at the first intersection, but followed the lights at the rest of the intersection.That's why I was able to catch up and saw that the car number was RTD 671. Seeing the car number is enough.I can only provide this time, I still have a case to handle.I turned the car around and headed back to the motel. I parked the car back in front of Room 13, took out the key, entered the house, locked the door, took out the bug from the suitcase, and stuck the microphone to the wall of Room 12. There is no sound at all. I turned the volume control all the way up, still no sound at all. Suspecting that the equipment had malfunctioned, I tested the microphone against the wall next to Room 14. The bug works perfectly.The two were whispering on the bed, the whispering was clearly heard, and even the sound of breathing was clearly distinguishable. I put the bug back against the wall in Room 12 and tried again. Absolute silence, not even the sound of breathing. If the man I'm following has left, he's smart enough not to drive away.I deserve it, let the stomach rule the brain, his car is parked at the door, but he is not in the house. Of course there is another possibility. I took the glass jar of ice and went out, and found a small passage to the back of the house, where there was an ice machine with free ice. The design of this motel has the disadvantage of being easy for voyeurs to attack. A long strip of houses, each of which is rectangular.A bathroom is separated from the back half, making the room L-shaped.A breakfast table and a bench are placed in the backyard, which is only half the size of the front. There are windows in the corner to allow the air in the room to circulate.Since the open and dark backyard was outside the window, everyone didn't pay much attention to lowering the curtains. I saw lights coming directly from the back windows of several rooms, and I moved slowly and carefully to the back window of room 12. The man I followed had drawn the curtain, but not all the way, and a horizontal line of light could be seen between the sill and the curtain. I walked over and put my eyes on the slit.I saw a foot on the ground, wearing a leather shoe, but lying on its side.See also the thin wool sock on the ankle above. Can't see anything else. I hurried up and down the aisle.I was thinking to myself, it would be very embarrassing to be caught peeping in this particular motel, even the first two incidents would be counted on my account, but that foot was too weird, I put my eyes on it again Go up that seam. The feet are still there, in their old positions.This time I saw something else. A crimson stream was extending along the carpet, about a sixteenth of an inch as far as I could see. At this point I saw something else, a bullet hole in the windowpane, but no hole in the curtain.This indicated that a bullet had passed through the window pane, and then someone inside pulled down the curtains almost entirely. I started to retreat to my own room, but still had to go around Room Fourteen, which was behind where the ice machine was. A woman came out of the bathroom in Room 14. Anyone would look at her with a beautiful body several times. I slow down.Eyes cannot fail to look at her, just as a compass cannot fail to point to the north. The light from the rear window hit me, and she must have felt my gaze.She didn't yell, she didn't look for cover, she calmly moved her body in a direction where I knew the phone was. I walked around number fourteen and went back to my room, grabbed the bug and stuffed it in the suitcase, closed the door, jumped into the company car, started the engine, reversed the car, and turned around. Only half a street away from the hotel, a police car passed by with its siren sounding, heading towards Sunny Motel. It's that dangerous! That's when the hum of the tracker came back to my attention, and I knew I was really in trouble this time. The police were sure to check the murdered man's Oldsmobile, and there was no way a tracker stuck to the rear bumper would get away with it.