Chapter 5 chapter Five

I don't know how much time I have left, but common sense dictates that I don't have much time to spare.I guess an hour at most.An hour later one of the housemaids would always find the body, they'd find him by the car number, his name was Judd, and there would be police spies everywhere I was going, or going. I picked up the third key in the key holder at the motel, and it opened the door to Jardy's apartment.I go in. The house where the man lives alone has his special musty smell, but it is not necessarily because of the cigarette butts rotting in the ashtray overnight.That's what Jarddor's apartment smelled like.

I take a quick look around. There are many books on metaphysics here.One book is called ︰Wheel of Fortune ︰, another book is called ︰Far Eastern Philosophy, and the other is called ︰Atonement and Karma〗 which talks about karma. The desk is locked.I then used the key in the key clip to fit it, no trouble since only one key was the size of the drawer. I opened the drawer and it was like an overturned apple pie.He has a file book in order of ABCD.Other drawers hold letter paper, envelopes, carbon paper and stamps.There is a portable typewriter with the lid open on the desk. I opened the F file and found a copy of his letter to Fabalen.Next thing I found was something that terrified me.It was a facsimile of a letter addressed to Mrs Fabalon.The date was two days ago, and the address was Fei's.The envelope read: 'Private letter, dear. '

I read the letter carefully.Everything is bad. The letter reads as follows: I folded the carbon paper copy and put it in my pocket.I glance at my watch and do a quick search of the table.I know I'm taking a big risk.However, my principle is to do both for the client.In fact, no case can be done without taking risks. I found a leather-bound blotter, six by nine inches.I opened it and saw it was a diary. I put it in my pocket, and there was nothing else worth noting. I wipe off any possible fingerprints and leave the apartment.I walked by a luggage store, bought a tote bag, and threw the carbon copy of the letter, the diary, and the key holder into the bag.

I took a taxi to a big supermarket, put my luggage in the pay automatic locker, sealed the key in an envelope, handed the envelope and the tip to a service lady in the attached fast food department, and asked her to keep it until I Come back and get it. Now, I have nothing on my body.Even if someone stripped me naked and searched, they would not be able to find a single piece of criminal evidence. Instead of using my rented car, I took a taxi to Celia's apartment. I really want to see Miao Luyi's face after she knows about this change. I stood on tiptoe and walked gently past Joe Housey's 316 apartment.When I passed by, I could smell the aroma of brewing coffee coming out of the transom, and I thought that Joe House was getting up late and was preparing breakfast.

I rang the bell for apartment three two nine. Miao Luyi asked in the room: "Who is it?" "Lydonnell," I said. She hesitated, and I heard the bolt snap, the chains snap, and the rear door opened. Miao Luyi didn't wear any make-up, but wore a piece of home clothes, her face was natural, and she really felt a little innocent. "Damn private eye, this is not the time to call on a girl!" "Aren't you already up and fully dressed?" "I'm well dressed there, I just put on a piece of clothing indiscriminately." "Do you still want me to speak here, where everyone can hear, or go in and talk?"

"There is a third category of options." "what?" "You don't talk at all." I smiled and said, "Let's make a bet." "What bet?" "You bet I'll never find Jade. I bet I will. Okay?" "Have you found it yet?" "If I can't find it, I lose." "What are we betting on?" "I don't know." I said, "What should we pay?" "Come in!" She invited: "I have a crush on men who are willing to gamble and admit defeat. I am also a gambler. How do you want to bet?"

"If you lose, please eat." I told her. From the open door I can look into her bedroom.The bed was not made.She walked over, closed the door, sat on the couch by herself, crossed her legs, watched me turn my eyes away, and said, "Tang Nuo, my thighs are very attractive, aren't they?" She pulled down the hem of her house jacket, sat stiffly for a while, and then said, "What the hell, I'm sure you've seen everything." So she relaxed again.She reached out to the cigarette jar, took out a cigarette, tapped it twice on the table, lit the cigarette, took two deep breaths, and said, "I think you are used to getting up early, and you seem to have woken up once or twice." It's hours."

"I just got up." "coffee?" "Can……" "Okay, I'll burn you a pot after I finish smoking this cigarette. I'm going to sit, relax, and see what kind of medicine you sell in the gourd." "Tummy wants to bet." I said, "Remember?" "Of course," she said, "of course I remember. That's your excuse to get in." "Will you get me to Jadd if I give you a reasonable price?" "I don't know. I just told him to hide himself." "So he hid himself?" "Didn't you learn it yourself?"

"Obviously so." I said, "What I'm wondering is why you told him to hide, and why he listened to you thoroughly and immediately hid to see no one?" "I told him there was a private eye on the door." "Is he scared?" "He's scared." "You knew he would be afraid?" "I think it's possible he's afraid." "Will you tell me why?" "Tang Nuo, right now I'm here to enjoy this cigarette. I need to calm down before I get to know people. Then I want to enjoy coffee. If you want to be a good boy, when I go to change home clothes At that time, you scrambled some eggs for me and fried some slices of ham. After that, we had breakfast and discussed things."

"I still want to know something first." "There's a lot you want to know. But take your time." "Okay!" I said, "You can enjoy your coffee. But before that, I have a question." She moved her position, took a deep breath, and no longer worried about her sitting posture. "What's the problem?" she asked. "What made Jade turn himself into a crusader of salvation?" "That's a question worth $64,000 in cash," she said with a smile. "As you say." She put out the butt of the cigarette. "Okay, I'll make coffee."

She got up and went to the kitchen.I had the pleasure of admiring a beautiful figure in home clothes. I heard the sound of water being poured into the coffee pot, and the sound of metal hitting the coffee pot when it was placed on the electric stove.she comes out. "I like to improvise my coffee," she said. "me too." "My coffee is finely ground and roasted. I'll turn off the fire after the water has been flushed into the pot fifteen times. I'll go in and change now. Can you watch me?" "Will you change your clothes?" "Fool, I want you to look at the coffee pot." She went into the bedroom and kicked the door behind itself.She didn't care that the door wasn't shut tightly.I caught a glimpse of the moment the home clothes slipped off her body, and the morning light shone on her white and tender skin. She asked loudly from inside the door: "Tang Nuo, are you watching coffee?" "Not yet, you watch the water boil, the water will never boil." She half opened the door and stood in the crack of the door. The sunlight came in brightly from the bedroom window. It was bright inside and dark outside. The shadow of her body was shining through the thin clothes. "I saw everything," I said. She laughed, looked down at her clothes, and said, "Not necessarily!" "What's the meaning?" She laughed again and said, "Think for yourself. You are a detective, and I want you to know that there are things I have that you can't see... At least I won't tell you automatically. Go and see coffee. Bacon and egg fridge." I wash my hands in the kitchen sink, dry them with paper towels, find the bacon and egg carton, and fry the bacon over a warm fire.I cracked six eggs in a bowl. I turned the pan to its side and left the oily crumbs from frying the meat aside. scrambled eggs. I wrap the fried bacon strips in paper towels to absorb the grease. The eggs were about to be fried, Miao Luyi came and stood behind me. "How?" she asked. "It's okay, the eggs are scrambled." "Scrambled eggs are fine." "Add some red pepper powder?" "Add some paprika." "A little Worcestershire sauce?" "untested." "You will try it today, I have already added it." "Salt, pepper?" she asked. "Well, salt is added, pepper is very little, a little bit. I'm afraid you won't be able to taste the taste of red pepper powder." "Your bacon is going cold." "When the scrambled eggs are finished, I return the bacon to the pan once, just to warm it up." "Tang Nuo, seeing how experienced you are, you must have been married before." "No." "Why are you so experienced in cooking?" "Is it only after marriage that you can become sophisticated in cooking?" "Breakfast is. Only after marriage did I know that my wife had to take a beauty sleep in the morning. I also realized that if my wife woke up without coffee, she would have a headache, and the day would never end. So the husband went to the kitchen to make coffee first. Now that he is already In the kitchen, scrambling an egg and frying some bacon is just a matter of effort." "You analyzed it very clearly." "Ok." "You taught Jia Daode in this way." "Not at all." "Is this how Jia Daod's psychological barrier came about?" "I won't tell you, so you never know." "..." She watched me scramble the eggs, shovel the eggs into the box, and watch me put the bacon wrapped in paper towels back into the pan, reheat the bacon, peel off the paper, and put the bacon in the pan. Put it on a plate. "It's unreasonable to tell you this kind of thing," she said. "I've seen it all, and I know it all," I said. "Would you like toast?" "A little bit." "I see you have a toaster in there." I said, "That should be your job." she laughed.I went to the refrigerator and took out two slices of toast from the bread box and put them in the toaster, still looking at me with interest. I waited for her to bake and butter the bread.I surround the scrambled egg box with bacon and place it in the center of the kitchen table. She sat down and poured two cups of coffee. I forked a fork of scrambled eggs to taste.Holding a piece of toast in his hand, he hesitated to play with it. "You don't seem too hungry." "This seems to be my second or third breakfast, even I forgot." "I knew you were an early bird." She took a sip of coffee.Tried the egg again.Got a piece of bacon in hand and tried it too.She said, "Tang Nuo, it must be good to have a husband like you." "I'm afraid." I said, "I'm sometimes very aggressive. I'll drag my wife out of bed, spank her twice, and tell her to make breakfast while I go to shave." "No, you won't." She said, "As long as a woman treats you well, you treat her better." "Maybe." She fell silent for a moment.Look at me and say: "I believe this, you are a gentleman." "Would you like to try to see if I am a gentleman?" "I'm researching, I don't know where to start." "It might as well start with whether you really loved Jadd when you married him." The coffee cup stopped halfway in front of her lips, and she put it down.The cup rested tremblingly in the saucer.She looks at me. "You know a lot of things," she said. "You are not simple either." She took a deep breath. "It's true." "What's going on?" I asked. "Morality has changed a lot," she said. "What changed him?" She looks at me. "Tell me, what changed him?" She said slowly: "He murdered his grandfather." I was so surprised that I was speechless for a while. "I know, you can't think of such a thing," she said. I said, "Let's find out, Jololine is his cousin, and both of their estates come from that grandfather, don't we?" "It's a trust fund, and the moral income in this fund is double that of Rowling." "When their grandfather died, both of them would benefit?" "yes." "You think grandfather was murdered?" "yes." "How about Rowling?" I asked. "Does she think so too?" "If she doesn't know, is she willing to keep quiet?" I was even more surprised, and I said: "She is another type︱︱What kind of type do you think she is︱︱her." Miao Luyi said: "Oh! I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid!" "What's the matter?" I asked. "Tang Nuo, you little bastard, it must be you!" "What's the matter?" I asked.I know I slipped up and made a big mistake. "Rowling and Jue Housey said they came here to see me last night," she said. "They were so drunk. They were so excited about their future. Housee sold a painting to a man who knew art. You This bastard, I just remembered now, you must be that person!" "Which one is older?" "The person who gave money to buy his paintings. Don't pretend to be stupid. I can tell the expression on your face. When you talk about Rowling, you stop suddenly. You don't want me to know that you have met her. Tang Nuo, if you have seen her, you are a villain, you use me, you villain! You are so cruel, Qiu Haoxi is floating now, he is on the clouds in the sky. He will fall..." I said, "That's great. An artist must be passionate, give his best, and have confidence in himself. Every artist will paint a good painting, if he doesn't think of it when he paints: this painting will be lost in the gallery." How long will it take to find a buyer. Now tell me, why do you think morality murdered his grandfather?" "Wait a minute!" she said. "If Housey knew that you bought his picture for the purpose of finding out where the morality was. He'd fall off a cloud and lose his fight. Find out the relative who is going to hide again, and he will die. You might as well tell him to jump off the twenty-story building." "Then, I think we'd better tell him first, so that he has a clue, shall we, Lu Yi?" "We don't have to. Tang Nuo, you won't kill them all, will you?" "I don't know either," I said. "Don't give me perfunctory. I told you the moral thing, and you must make it clear." "Okay!" I told her, "I did it." "You make Housey think you're a genius, a genius, to find out where Judd is hiding?" "yes." "I hate you," she said, "I give you permission to stay in this apartment and help me wash the dishes, then you get the hell out of this apartment and I'll never see you again." "Wait a minute!" I said, "No one has been harmed so far!" "What do you mean, no one was harmed?" I said, "I gave Joe Housey a shot in the arm. He's going to paint like hell these days. I also gave him several useful suggestions." She thought for a while, and she said: "He told me last night that he had a brand new idea. His whole person has changed and he has become more active. He is going to start working and painting early this morning." I said: "If you don't expose this matter, he will become a hard-working painter from now on, and maybe sell some fame." "However, he thought you were an art connoisseur, a salesman, or even an incognito collector." "Who says I'm not an amateur?" "Of course it's highly likely that you're not." "The detective himself may use art to fill his spare time," I said. "Have you managed to get him to tell you where the morals are?" "It's not that much trouble." "You lied to him, as soon as he is happy, he will automatically call and tell Daode to tell him?" "A bit like." "You bastard!" "You talk like Kebetha," I said. "Is that how she talks too?" "Exactly." "I believe she still has a bit of a mother's mood for you, doesn't she?" "Not at all, she hates me." "Oh!" "What about Daode and his grandfather?" "I shouldn't have told you, Tang Nuo." "You said it, you can't stop halfway to tease me." "No shit. Didn't I stop?" There was a heavy knock on the door.It was also hit hard. "Who would want to knock down my door?" she said angrily, standing up and walking towards the door. "Looks like an acquaintance." I said, "An impatient person." "I have no acquaintances who are impatient at this time. I am known for sleep, cigarettes, coffee, and breakfast in the morning," she said, half-turning her head, opening the door. A man's voice said: "Miss, do you know a Mr. Judd?" "Fuck you, I don't know you!" she said, preparing to slam the door. "Wait a minute, girl!" the other said, "Look at this!" "Oh! Oh!" she said. "What's the relationship between Jia De and you?" "He's the source of my headaches." "You won't have any more headaches," he said. "He's dead." "What!" she yelled. "Get out of the way!" he said. "I want to come in and talk to you. What are you doing? Just had breakfast?" "uh-huh." "I could have a cup of coffee," he said, striding into the kitchen. I paid no attention to them at all and finished my coffee. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he said, "Who is this boyfriend?" "It's none of your business." "I said it was relevant." "Tell me," she said, "are you here for morality, or for this gentleman?" That guy ignored her, walked towards me and asked me, "Say, what's your name? What are you doing here?" He took out a wallet from his pocket, shook it open, and showed me the police badge. I said, "Tiao, is it? Don't be nervous. My name is Lai Tangnuo. I'm a private investigator from Los Angeles. Here's my business card and here's my work ID." I spread these out on the tabletop. "What are you doing here?" "Come to Jade." "Why are you looking for him?" "Talk to him." "About what?" "I heard you say he died, so I gave up." "Dude," he said, "we don't like scumbags here. We don't like scumbags from L.A. We just don't like you guys!" I push the chair back. "Okay!" I said, "I don't care what you like or don't like. My license is issued by California. I have the right to do my job in California. I am running my business. I have already answered I don't have to answer the questions you ask, and you want to ask anything. I don't like to discuss my employer's private affairs behind my back, but I have always been cooperative with the police. I'm not talking now. If you want me to get a lawyer, I can get one right away." "Don't be impulsive yet," he said. "You should step back a bit too," I said. He said: "You don't look like someone who can talk so big." Lu Yi said: "You are so big, you can't say big things when you meet him." The officer looked at me and he said, "Lai, how long have you been here?" I told him. "Where do you live?" I told him. "What kind of transportation do you use to run around?" "I rented a car." He was suddenly alert. "Yes, yes," he said, "and now I'll ask you something. Have you ever heard of the Roadside Motel in Van Leehall?" "Should I have heard?" "Someone's been to the Waypoint Motel in Van Leehall in a rented car and we'd really like to know who he is." "why?" "Because that man may have murdered Jardd." I do not express an opinion. The officer looked at me carefully again. "Now you have nothing to say, Lai?" "I didn't know you hated the detectives from other counties and cities so much that you wanted to blame him for the murder as well," I told him. "That's not the case." He said: "Don't panic. As long as you don't mess around here, you won't be so unlucky. There are laws here. We don't bully visitors, and of course we don't like them to take advantage of opportunities. " I nod. There was a knock on the door, a few knocks, a pause, a few more knocks, a pause, a few more knocks. Miao Luyi suddenly stood up and said, "This is my neighbor's wife, I'll go and open the door." The police officer said, "Yes, I would also like to see your neighbor's wife. In any case, I am the spokesperson here. Come here, Lai, go to the living room. I don't want you to stay where I can't see it." "You don't have to keep your eyes on me." I told him, "I know what I should do, especially if I don't go overboard. At least you know who I am, don't you?" "Of course." He said, "My name is Yin Muma. In this matter, we support the Van Lihe police. If you are honest, we will let you go. If you are dishonest, we..." Miao Luyi walked out. Miao Luyi opened the door. Qiao Luolin said: "Louis, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but I've run out of sugar. Housey is painting like crazy. I just finished making coffee and found that I forgot to buy sugar. I want to ask you... Oh! Mr. Wan, How will you be here?" "I'm going to get some sugar." Lu Yi said. Officer Yin looked at me, then at Jouloline. "Mr. Wan?" he asked. "Yeah?" she said, "Mr. Wan. He's an art salesman, or maybe he's a collector? ... At least we presume he's not wrong. He bought one of my husband's paintings." Miao Luyi came out of the kitchen with a cup of sugar. "What are you talking about?" Officer Yin took out the wallet containing the police badge and police officer's identity from his pocket. "Come in, please," he said, "come in and sit down, and tell me this Mr. Wan... what has he done?" He turned over his wallet and showed her these things. "We don't know much about him," she said. "He bought my husband's 'Sahara Sun'." "your husband……?" "Joe Housey." Officer Yin turned to look at Miao Luyi. "Neighbors?" he asked. "She is Jia Daode's cousin." Lu Yi said. "Interesting, interesting," Police Officer Yin said, "And you said this person's surname is Wan?" "Is there something wrong?" Rowling asked. Miao Luyi said: "Luo Lin, morality is dead." "Wait a minute, wait a minute," Officer Yoon yelled, "I said I was the speaker. Now, please sit down, all of you, and we're going to figure it out. I'm going to ask the questions. I don't like group meetings." Officer Yin turned to Qiu Luolin: "As far as I know, this man bought a painting from your husband. He said his surname is Wan. He said something that made you think he was an art salesman, didn't he?" She asked, "What about morality?" "This guy came here by himself?" "Yes... can you tell me about morality first? What happened to him, how to say... dead?" "I'll take my time." "He was murdered?" Louise asked. "Damn it! Shut up!" Officer Yin yelled, "I'm the one to talk about this." He turned back to Rowling. "Did this guy talk about Judd when he was at your apartment?" She shook her head. "No." "What are you talking about?" "Only about my husband's paintings. He admires my husband very much. He bought one, and it seems that he will buy another one. This gentleman is really good at modern paintings. He gave my husband a lot of ideas. He gave gave him the power to paint." "Not talking about Jade at all?" She shook her head. "Did this guy ask your husband to try and get in touch with Judd?" "No, he didn't. They said his paintings, the nature of his paintings. My husband talked to Jared. Mr. Wan didn't ask for anything." "Wait a minute, let's get this straight. Did your husband and Jared talk on the phone last night?" "Have." "Being in front of this guy?" "Where is he." "Has he heard?" "He wasn't in the mood to listen at all. He was talking to me. Of course my husband had a drink and was excited and talked loud enough." "What did your husband say?" "He told him about the painting. Especially...about selling the painting." "Your husband knows where Jade is?" "certainly." "how come?" "Morality tells him where he will be." "where is that?" "Van Lihe's Road Boundary Motel. The registered name is Zheng Daode." Miao Luyi said: "That's unreasonable! This private detective is here to..." "Shut up!" Yin Muma yelled, "If you interrupt again, I'll lock you in the bathroom!" "Do you have that right?" I asked. He looked at me and said, "I guarantee you and I have the right, boy! I'm leading the investigation." Rowling said: "You said this man, this Mr. Wan, is a private detective from Los Angeles. His purpose of coming..." Rowling turned to me, angry. "You... you're a damn...! You...!" "Save your energy!" Yin said, "I'm better at this kind of thing than you." He turned to me: "Speak!" He said to me: "Let's hear what you have to say." "Didn't you say that you are the only one who can speak here?" "I said it, but now I want to listen to you." "As far as I'm concerned, I'm watching a play. So far, you've gotten more and more confused." I said, "It's better for you to keep on messing around." His face turned red, a gust of wind came to the front of my chair, he punched with his right hand, and glared down at me. I sat there rock solid. "I see!" he said. "You knew Jared was there all along." "Miao Luyi also knows." I said, "Qiu Haoxi also knows, and Qiu Luolin also knows." Rowling said to Police Officer Yin: "Don't you want to beat him? Beat him! I hope you beat him." "He didn't dare to hit me, Rowling," I said. "That's the superficial gesture when they want you to tell them something." "Oh? That's your idea?" He waved to me and said, "Look how dare I..." He stops halfway. "Ha! Ha!" I said, "I'm going back to my hotel." "Don't dream about it," he told me. "That's exactly what I'm doing," I said. "Of course, you have the right to send me to temporary detention, but I will certainly charge you with vicious and unprovoked abuse of power." "I don't like your attitude." "I don't like your attitude either. You are doing your duty, but red eyebrows and green eyes don't do it to me. I just like to be soft and not hard. I don't need to teach you, because everyone has different personalities when they do things." "It's good to know, I've always been tough and rough, and the next time we meet, I will never look for witnesses around." "Okay," I said, "see you next time." I left the three of them and walked out of the apartment by myself. I parked outside Johousey's apartment, and I rang the bell.I kept looking back to see if anyone had come out of Miao Luyi's apartment. No. When the bell was rung for the second time, Joe Housey opened the door and came out.Calling in his mouth: "What do you have to come to me now, I'm busy.... Oh! Mr. Wan." The tone of the last sentence is like a child opening the door and seeing Santa Claus. I let him shake my hand up and down.Let him put his left hand on my shoulder. "Come in! Come in!" he said. "I'm painting that picture." "Which painting?" "Conflict," he said. "It will be a blockbuster, a masterpiece! A master." "Great," I told him, "to tell you something, my name is not Wan. I'm Lai Dono. I was sent out to find Judd. When he knew I was coming, he went into hiding. I Call him yourself. Judd is said to have been murdered, though." His right hand loosened, and his left moved away from his shoulder.He opened his mouth wide and looked at me. "I have something else to tell you." I said, "The 'Conflict' must be completed. I know you will succeed. I didn't lie to you about Modern Art Street." "Jaddor's death will cause a series of scandals. There will be quite a few reporters who will come to you and ask for subjects. If they see you painting, you just need to speak the right words, and they will give you the publicity you want. People who buy your paintings will Quite a few. Good luck." I don't care what his expression is, I leave that place.