Chapter 7 Chapter Seven Under the Moonlight...

She only got one dollar—Chen Qiao warned Peter Shaw: I know a secret—the footprints on the beach disappeared—the uninvited guest Gu Dajiang—he is a devil—the effect of one dollar The lights in the bar are soft and quiet, and the soft dance music is whirling.Several couples of elderly dancers are taking four steps slowly.It's really a world of old people, even alcohol is low. Petershaw looked at the corner of Crescent Bay through the brown glass window. Under the moonlight, the sandy beach looked particularly white. He has been sitting in this position for a long time, even the posture has not changed much.It's just that when the wine is finished, he will silently wave to the service desk, motioning for another drink.

"Are you paying the bill?" When he drank his seventh cup, the waitress finally couldn't help asking questions.There is a rule in the hospital department: All recuperating personnel in this hospital should not drink more than three cups.It was precisely because she saw that the other party was not a convalescent staff that she did not impose too many restrictions.However, seven cups is indeed a bit too much. Petershaw looked at the lily made of silk on the table, and shook his finger after a long time: "No, have another glass." The lady hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave.

At this time, someone beside him said, "Two cups." She saw a face covered with sideburns. The man didn't look at her, but looked at the person in the booth, and then sat down opposite the person. very scary!This is the service lady's first impression of sideburns.Especially those gloomy eyes, which seemed to be full of hatred for everyone. Changed a tune: "Ave Maria". Chen Qiao's fingers tapped slowly on the table, but his gaze remained on Peter Shaw's face.He doesn't speak, and it's hard to see what he's thinking. When the wine came, a glass was placed in front of the two of them.

"I'll pay the bill." Chen Qiao said in a low voice, "Can I change another song, Charles's "Black Sunday"." The lady was very embarrassed: "Sir, I have never heard of this piece of music." A slight smile flashed across Chen Qiao's face: "It's a pity, that is an amazing piece of music. It is said that many people who heard that piece of music committed suicide within a week." The young lady was startled and left quickly. She suspected that this person was insane. But Peter Shaw said: "I have heard that piece, but in the West it is called "Black Prayer"."

"Why didn't you commit suicide?" Chen Qiao sneered. Petershaw turned the wine glass on the table, and said calmly: "Where is it, that piece is very beautiful, no less than "Ave Maria." "Cold-blooded bastard!" He heard Chen Qiao grit his teeth and say four words. Peter Shaw remained calm, but his tone was cold: "Mr. Chen, so far no one has dared to say such a thing in front of me. In our hometown of Hebei, the old man would tell him to go to the dung tank if his mouth was itchy. Grind off the edges. I think you should, too." "Your hometown is in Hebei?"

"yes." "Then why did you become a half-american American dog with such a fucking disgusting name." "My father gave it to me. My original name is Xiao Yadong." "He's worse than you, he doesn't even want a last name." "Then I don't know, because I only know his surname is Situ from the day I was hired by him." Peter Shaw still has no intention of getting angry, "But you, keep saying that he is your father, why isn't your surname Situ What about it? Situ Qiao, what a great name!" "Okay your mother X!" Chen Qiao leaned close to Peter Shaw's ear and said every word.

Peter Shaw faithfully listened to this sentence, a short smile appeared on his face, then raised his glass, and slowly poured half of the glass of wine into Chen Qiao's neck. At the same time, Chen Qiao's hand hit the opponent's face like lightning. Unfortunately, Peter Shaw avoided the blow by merely bending his body. In the blink of an eye, the two fingers of his left hand had pinched Chen Qiao's neck, "putting" him back to his original position. Silent and swift, no one was alarmed. Chen Qiao straightened his collar, reached out to pick up the wine glass, and took a sip (left hand and right circumference).

In the first bout, he lost. "Listen, you dirt dog, I can tell him to fire you based on my relationship with that old man!" "Of course you can try." Peter Shaw shrugged. It can be seen that he is quite confident in his position. "Mr. Chen, you still don't understand the United States. The father-son relationship there is only a blood relationship, and God can't change it. But it can't explain anything else, especially in the control of money." "I am his natural heir." "In a sense, it is, but please remember that he is still alive, and he has enough time to make a will that is very unfavorable to you. I remember that there was a lady who left all her inheritance to Her dog, Henry, left her daughter with only a dollar."

"You are that Henry!" Chen Qiao said. "Then you are that daughter." Peter Xiao said. God knows who has the upper hand this round. Chen Qiao's face turned blue, Peter Shaw knew that he had hit the nail on the head, the curse was false, and only money was the essence of the problem. "Mr. Chen," he said, "Mr. Situ is very embarrassed by your appearance. He is not the kind of person who does not understand emotions. It can be seen that he loves you very much. However, you have not done what a son should do. thing. So, he was angry again." "What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't interfere with his choice, do you need to make it clearer?" "You mean the bitch?" "Whatever you say, he's going to marry her after all, that's the truth." "Well, I can tell you now, and please tell him that I will never let them do good things." "You are stupid, Mr. Chen. I have to say this, you are indeed stupid!" Peter Shaw looked extremely sincere, "If you make trouble, you are really going to become the daughter who only inherited one dollar." Chen Qiao's face was like ashes. In the third round, Peter Shaw won again.

After a long time, he raised his head, with a cruel light in his eyes: "Tell him, if he really dares to do this, what awaits him will be a very tragic fate." "Can you explain more clearly?" "Of course." Chen Qiao grinned, "I know a secret of his. I believe you understand what I mean. March 27th, afternoon." "You..." Petershaw's reserve suddenly disappeared, and the brows trembled involuntarily. Chen Qiao seized the opportunity and said further: "In a cave, Mrs. Zhuzhi was strangled to death. Just like you strangled me just now." "Blackmail!" Peter Xiao said with a livid face. In the fourth round, he lost. "Miss, pay the bill!" Chen Qiao paid his own bill, smiled at Peter Shaw again, and walked towards the door very comfortably. "stop!" A low shout made Chen Qiao stop. He turned slowly and saw the man standing in the moonlight. "What are you going to do?" He knew that the other party was a police detective. He was young, but he had a very honest face. Wan Jie came up, looked up and down the artist in front of him, and finally said: "I remembered, you are the author of the heavy-color painting called "Inaction". I have seen that painting, but I still don't understand what the author expressed. theme." "Yes, that's my work. The theme is inaction, and it's an interpretation of Taoism. But what exactly are you looking for me for?" Chen Qiao looked very vigilant. "Let's talk to you." "About what?" Xiao Wan looked up at the crescent moon in the sky: "Let's talk about doing nothing." Chen Qiao still stared at him very distrustfully. Xiao Wan pouted in the direction of Crescent Bay: "Would you like to walk?" The two walked towards the beach without saying a word. The sandy beach glows strangely under the moonlight, the tide comes and goes unrelentingly, and there are some broken or intact shells embedded in the sand.Those things were living things a long time ago, and the interesting thing is that when they were alive they were of little value, but after they died they had a moment of glory and were valued as currency.It did not end a period of history until the Bronze Age.But its shadow still cannot be erased, until today, all the words related to money and transactions still use this shell word, such as: greed, peddler, expensive, bribe, gift, waist, etc. And all of this was imposed on it by humans. When human beings create brilliance, they also create its by-products: greed, crime, or murder. "Hey, painter," Wan Jie stopped, "what does 'inaction' mean?" Chen Qiao stamped a hole on the beach with his heels: "Inaction is a state, a state of unity of spirit and body. It is not only an explanation of life, but also a code of conduct that is difficult for ordinary people to complete. It’s not something that can be explained clearly in a few words.” "What kind of state of mind did you have when you created this painting?" "It's like sitting in meditation, quiet and inactive." "Are you done painting?" "Of course I hope to succeed, I hope to be praised, and I hope that someone will buy it at a high price." "My God! Isn't this a contradiction?" "There is no contradiction. Everyone likes fame and wealth, and I am no exception. For example, if no one buys my paintings, I can't even hold an art exhibition. How will my value be reflected?" "Yes, yes, no one can escape from vulgarity, especially in a commodity society." Chen Qiao waved his hand: "Let's stop here! Please tell me, what exactly are you looking for? By the way, by the way, why didn't you see that Sang?" "Oh, he went to find someone else. How do you feel about him?" Wan Jie wanted to hear other people's opinions. Chen Qiao blinked: "An old and cunning guy!" Wan Jie laughed out loud. Laughter merged into the noise of the tide, as if the whole sea was laughing, cunning, vivid and appropriate. After walking a few steps forward, Wan Jie suddenly turned around: "Listen, Chen Qiao, I was ordered by that old cunning guy to talk to you. He may be more cunning than you think, Nothing can be hidden from him." "I have nothing to hide. He is here, and I say the same thing." "Not necessarily?" Wan Jie looked into his eyes, "For example, the purpose of your coming to Changhai." "About this, you seem to already know that I don't allow the old guy to marry that bitch!" Wan Jie nodded and said: "Yes, you have never concealed this point. I am not referring to this." This is the common conclusion he and Sang Chu reached during dinner, Chen Qiao is not simple.Generally speaking, when a person is going to do something, he never only considers one possibility.For example, if he wanted to obstruct Situ Meixiong's marriage, didn't he expect to be defeated?What would happen if you angered that rich old man?Chen Qiao is a smart person, it is impossible to ignore this point, he must have thought it through carefully.Then, he kept declaring that he would destroy the marriage, which gave people a sense of bluff.Behind this bluff, there must be other plans that he doesn't want to expose. "He should be stimulated." Sang Chu said decisively. It would have been nice to have arrived one step earlier, but unfortunately I didn't hear the conversation between him and the bodyguard.However, judging from his expression, Chen Qiao seemed to have the upper hand. At this moment, Chen Qiao was agitated by his words, and obviously reacted, but it was a disappointing reaction: he was very annoyed. It's natural, it doesn't look like it's faked. Wan Jie really didn't know what Sang Chu would catch from the other party's expression, anyway, he didn't get what he wanted. It's a pity that Sang Chu is not here. It is natural to be annoyed, revealing the truth of his heart, that is to say: he has no other purpose. "Listen," Chen Qiao said, pointing to Xiaowan's nose, "you are not qualified to speak to me in such a tone now. What's wrong with me? Is there anything you can hold? If so, you will arrest me stand up." "Sorry, if I have any inappropriate language, please forgive me." He sincerely apologized.It's hard being a cop, especially with someone who knows what to do. Suddenly, a spark flashed in his mind: Has he studied criminal investigation? In the process of investigating the case, in addition to collecting evidence, a lot of work is talking to various people.As long as the other party is not a suspect or has not yet obtained evidence, the conversation should be equal.Interestingly, most people show a natural tolerance in front of the criminal police, and there are only two kinds of people who dare or are able to ask questions: the unreasonable and unreasonable rough and the experts who know it well. From the perspective of Chen Qiao's cultural level, he undoubtedly belongs to the latter category. This time it was lively, and he knew what to do. what to do? Wan Jie suddenly narrowed his eyes, approached Chen Qiao's face, and said softly and forcefully: "Listen, Chen Qiao, what you said is not accurate. In terms of various relationships, you are by no means an innocent outsider. Situ Meixiong is Your father and his ex-wife were murdered. When we investigate this case, we must know all the people related to Situ Meixiong, including you. Not to mention that you came here with a purpose, even if you bumped into him accidentally We also have the right to investigate you, and you are also obliged to provide us with everything you know. What's more, isn't it true that you did threaten Murong Qiu who planned to marry your father? If so, I asked There is something wrong with the way I said it, please forgive me. And I hope you will recall your attitude. How about it, since you are very knowledgeable, please point out what is wrong with my words?" Chen Qiao was speechless. He obviously couldn't find any flaws in Xiao Wan's words, every sentence was reasonable and impeccable.He pondered for a while, and then said: "The only thing I can answer you is that sentence. I have no other purpose except to prevent my father from marrying another new love." "Have you thought about inheritance?" Xiao Wan knocked in a wedge. "Of course I've thought about it, are you guilty?" Chen Qiao tilted his head and asked. "Not guilty, it's reasonable. If I had a wealthy father, I would think about this question." Xiao Wan expressed his understanding, "One more question, when did you arrive in Changhai?" "Number 24," Chen Qiao replied simply, "I think you must have checked the accommodation registration." "To be honest, I haven't checked it yet. Since you don't want to hide anything, I don't think you need to implement it. I said painter, have you ever thought about it, this day is not good for you." Chen Qiao nodded: "I know, you are referring to Zhu Zhi's death." "right." Chen Qiao shrugged his shoulders easily: "Maybe I killed the bamboo branch, God knows." "Chen Qiao!" Xiao Wan shouted sharply, "I'm talking about a serious topic with you!" "I've never been serious. I'm an informal, cynical, fame-seeking bastard who interferes with other people's freedom of marriage, and I'm very likely a murderer." Chen Qiao laughed and raised his hands. Watching his performance, Wan Jie suddenly felt a sense of hopelessness.It seemed impossible to dig anything useful out of this bastard. Sang Chul's "stimulus tactics" fail. "Look back, Chen Qiao." He raised his chin towards the place he had just walked, "The footprints on the beach have disappeared." After hearing Wan Jie's words that he didn't know what to refer to, Chen Qiao's smile froze on his face. Murong Qiu left the small building and walked along the stone path to the dormitory building.She looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.Suddenly I had a strange feeling: After arriving in the United States, will there be such a beautiful moon? Ever since, a sour emotion came to her heart.She stopped and stared at the night sky for a long time in a daze.The nights are a bit chilly. "I have a passport, a visa, and seem to have money." This is what the old man named Sang Chu said.The detective's language is always so accurate: it seems.In other words, the money has not yet arrived. What he was implying, a wise man could understand as soon as he heard it. She has been with Situ Meixiong today. Sang Chu came after dinner, but as soon as he entered the door, he said, "There was another person in the room." She really didn't know whether he could see it or smell it. "This person is about 1.75 meters tall, weighs 80 kilograms, and is a little fat. No, no, no, I don't mean the secretary. He hasn't been in this room since lunch." She and Situ Meixiong were completely stunned. Sang Chu smiled and pointed to the Australian carpet on the ground and said: "There is nothing strange about this. I have spent a whole year studying code tracing. Although these footprints are very shallow, they are enough for me. .” "His name is Gu Dajiang." "My God, why is there another unexpected guest?" Murong Qiu will never forget the expression on Sang Chu's expression when he said this, it was very contrived, as if he had discovered a new continent.In fact, he understands everything. Murong Qiu loosened the scarf around his neck and walked down quickly.The stone path under the moonlight casts some mottled tree shadows. Gu Dajiang is an inescapable devil. That's how she answered Sang Chu back then: "The devil! He's a devil!" Sang Chu shook his head and sat down on the sofa with a sigh.I don't know what he ate at night, it seems to be garlic. "Tell me, who is this person surnamed Gu, what is his relationship with you, and why is he called a devil!" Even the words that come out have a smell of garlic. She asked Situ Meixiong for the light blue letterhead, handed it to Sang Chu and said, "Look for yourself, this is what he wrote!" Sang Chu read those words carefully, threw them on the bedside, and said, "It seems to be a threatening letter." "It was a threatening letter." Her lips trembled with anger. Sang Chu knocked on the marble countertop and asked: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, maybe I can clean up this kid." Situ Meixiong said in a low voice: "We know that he is blackmailing. In the United States, there are so many such blackmails. As long as it is irrelevant to the overall situation, we mostly do it privately." "How private?" "Of course, give him some money and send him away." Sang Chu smiled: "No, Mr. Situ, I can tell from this letter that this person cannot be sent away with a few dollars. You see, let me be right." The little old man smiled triumphantly. She finally couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted: "Such a person should go to hell! What are you doing in the Public Security Bureau to let such hooligans and rascals get away with it?" "Don't get excited, Miss Murong, can you please sit down? Yes, now you can tell me slowly, what is the relationship between this Gu Dajiang and you?" "It's none of Mr. Situ's business. It's all about me. I provoked it." She twisted the silk scarf on her chest vigorously, "Gu Dajiang is a trumpet player of the Changhai City Art Troupe. He acted recklessly, and I heard that he was also involved in robbery. I only heard about this person in the past, but never contacted him. Later, I went to the city model team to participate in training, and I saw him for the first time." "He has been pestering you since then?" Sang Chuhe. "That's not true. At that time, he was just willing to chat with me, dance twice occasionally, and there was nothing more to do. It happened after the beauty pageant; to be precise, it happened after I agreed to marry Mr. Situ. From then on Since then, he's been pestering me like I'm someone." "Oh!" Sang Chu laughed, "It seems that Mr. Situ made an unforgivable mistake, you took our 'city flower' away." Situ Meixiong was a little embarrassed. "I am willing, no one has the right to interfere with my freedom." Murong Qiu blushed angrily, "I am not anyone's private property." "But. After all, Mr. Situ is so old, he has hurt the self-esteem of many men in Changhai City." Sang Chu put down his crossed legs, "As far as I know, there is another young man who is similar to Gu Dajiang. psychology." "Then I don't care." Murong Qiu rolled his eyes, "I can't control what other people think, but such a shameless person as Gu Dajiang is really rare. I have received several letters of this kind of threats. He He also chased me with a motorcycle and smashed my glass. I don’t know if Mr. Sang has noticed, but three of the glass windows in my dormitory were smashed.” Sang Chu expressed his understanding: "Yes, I saw it. Now he wrote this threatening letter again, but this time it was directed at Mr. Situ." "So I don't agree to be private." She glanced at Situ Meixiong, "He didn't want to tell you about it, but now that I have said it, Mr. Sang probably won't stand by and watch?" "God, don't you think our business is not troublesome enough?" He looked at Murong Qiu helplessly, his expression was no longer artificial, it seemed that he was really scratching his head. "Mr. Sang, please help me. Money, I will satisfy you." Situ Meixiong looked at him. "Money can turn ghosts." Sang Chu stretched out a finger. "Ten thousand?" Murong Qiu's eyes widened. "No, I don't have such a big appetite." Sang Chu laughed, "One yuan, one yuan!" Murong Qiu suddenly smiled, but it was only for a moment, and the laugh lines disappeared immediately.She kept shaking that finger in her mind. Sang Chu, a mysterious old guy. Compared with those vigorous and stern detectives, he is a different type, a bit like Sherlock Holmes, no...more like Poirot, the old detective described by Christie. He only needs one dollar? The stone path is about to come to an end. In front of it is a rockery piled up by Taihu Lake stones, surrounded by verdant shrubs. There is an artificial spring water rushing down from the cracks in the stones. In the pool below, there are several pigs full of brains and intestines. big red carp. Just around the rockery, she saw the fuchsia Yamaha.In the darkness, a red cigarette butt threw an arc, and at the same time, the voice that made her heart skip a beat sounded. "Hi, beauty, you made me wait for two full hours, don't you feel distressed?" Gu Dajiang! Murong Qiu instinctively took a step back, but did not take a second step, her character made her stop. "Fuck your ears! You shameless fellow!" "Don't shout, okay? It's so late, don't wake her up." Gu Dajiang approached her, his tall nose bridge and wide forehead looked like handicrafts of ivory carving under the moonlight, only the pair of eyes, color He narrowed his eyes confusedly, "Have you decided? Do you really want to marry that old donkey who can't stand up to you?" His voice was not low, as if he was announcing some pornographic news to the whole world. Murong Qiu was trembling with anger at his obscene words, his face was pale, and he was out of breath: "You rascal! Rascal!" Gu Dajiang clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his eyes swept over her body wantonly: "What I said was a little 'that', but every sentence is the truth. A woman's needs are very strong, and the husband Donkeys can’t satisfy your demands, and money is not everything, at least it’s of no use in this respect. Isn’t the price you pay too high for just wanting to go abroad?” When he said this, he seemed to hear the sound of a window nearby. Chinese people have a strong desire to pry into secrets, and he became more vigorous: "Don't be so stupid, a person's youth is only once, even if you become a person in the blink of an eye. American, become a rich woman, so what? It will be too late to regret it when you are old!" "Yes." Murong Qiu said sharply, "Maybe I paid a high price, maybe I will really regret it, but I will never marry a rascal like you." Gu Dajiang sighed, and the rascal look on his face slowly subsided, and finally became extremely pitiful: "Please, Murong, don't marry him, don't go abroad, okay? I can't live without you. I really love you Yeah, can't you see that? I haven't seen any other women since I met you. Those women are shit compared to you!" Murong Qiu sneered: "In your eyes, women are just playthings." "Please don't say that. I have done some ridiculous things in the past, but I am sincere to you." "Don't talk nicely, I don't believe this at all. Let's be more realistic. You don't have money, and you can't get me out of the country. But he can, this is the crux of the problem." She then put her tone in a more tactful way, " Don't pester me, okay? My choice proves that I am not as good as you imagined. I am actually a very vulgar woman. " "You are not vulgar." Gu Dajiang suddenly grabbed Murong Qiu's shoulders, "Women who dare to say that they are vulgar are not vulgar, but those women who pretend to be elegant are the real vulgar. Murong, you..." "Let go of me!" Murong Qiu didn't struggle, but his tone was forceful, "You'd better let me go. I have handed over that threatening letter written with your left hand to the police." "you……" "Don't be afraid. If you stop pestering me, nothing will happen. Maybe Mr. Situ can give you some money. Otherwise..." "Who wants that old dog's money!" Gu Dajiang roared suddenly, and then hugged Murong Qiu tightly, kissed madly, and stretched out his hand to the hem of her sweater... Suddenly, he felt that his neck was being grabbed, and the collar button caught his Adam's apple. He couldn't help but let go of his hands, and his face was flushed.Before he could see who it was, he received a heavy punch in the face. It hit the motorcycle with a bang, and then fell to the ground. "The effect of a dollar!" He heard a hoarse and mocking voice.