Ye Wuque then retracted his steps towards the seventh floor, nodding without blushing.

The little bartender was gasping for breath. He rubbed his sore legs and was extremely amazed: Brother Mao Xiong said it right. Young Master Ye is really a master. He trotted all the way to the seventh floor as if walking on the flat ground. I was almost exhausted.

"This, here... cough cough." The little bartender coughed twice before he took Ye Wuque away.

The two of them came to room 603 and knocked on the door. The one who opened the door was one of the people who went to find Zhen Zhizhuo's house that day and asked for money. After seeing Ye Wuque, a smile appeared on his face from the bottom of his heart and respectfully made way out.

"Master Ye, you are here!" Mao Xiong immediately came up to meet him.

"Just call me my name, it sounds awkward." Ye Wuque said with a smile.

Mao Xiong nodded and smiled honestly, but with the flesh on his face, he looked much more fierce, and he was really not suitable for laughing.

No matter what smile it is, it looks very fierce and there will be no feeling of warmth at all.

It belongs to the kind of person who is not angry and is afraid of children with a smile.

"Then, I have lived for several years, and now I'm brave enough to call Brother Ye." The bear led Ye Wuque to a bedroom, which faced the building opposite.

"Brother Ye, that's it. How can the owner of this room be a perverted kid? His favorite thing to do on weekdays is to peep at a girl on the fifth floor opposite. In order to do this, that guy also bought good equipment."

A lewd smile on his face, he pointed to the photography equipment driving beside the bed and continued: "That night he was secretly photographing the girl opposite. Because he finally waited until the girl forgot to pull the curtains, he used the camera.

When he was taking pictures, a figure suddenly broke into the sight of his camera at a free fall speed, which scared him. However, I had already seen it. Although his machine was good, he did not capture the full face of the killer."

Mao Xiong's regret is really annoying.

At present, only this one is the clue that is closest to the truth, and all known clues are even more illusory.

The hairy bear slapped the big hand of a palm-leaf fan and slapped the body of a person standing timidly on the side, and slapped the body of a small flat head and shook it a few times.

The little flat head looks twenty-two or three years old, with a thin figure, thin, dark circles, a sallow complexion, and a malnourished look.

He was almost slapped to the ground by a slap in the hairy bear, grinning in pain.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you play the video for Brother Ye? Really, why don't you have any strength at all?" Mao Xiong glared angrily, his fierce look could definitely scare the child. Even the young man was so scared that he rubbed his shoulders and his face was full of grievance.

Last night, the group of people suddenly rushed in, frightening Xiao Pingtou who was secretly photographing, and thought that the secretly photographed had been discovered.

Mao Xiong and his group of people asked Xiao Pingtou questions unreasonably.

Xiaoping answered in a lot of ways. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he dared but felt that he had just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

He thought that this group of vicious people were here to collect protection fees, so he was frightened on the spot and said everything he knew and the rest, which was so clear that he knew everything.

At that time, several vicious gangsters were overjoyed, their eyes shining brightly. They thought they could avenge their brothers, and their expressions were as fierce as wolves.

The little flat head was so scared that he knelt on the ground with a thump. He took out more than two hundred wrinkled soft sister coins in his pocket and purse with tears in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and took out the bank card and said crying: "Dear brothers, brothers, I am a poor loser, I have no money to honor you. There is 12,000 yuan in this card, which is all my savings. I will give you filial piety to you.

Please don’t kill me, my elder brothers, I have old people above, no small people, no small people. Don’t worry, I will never call the police. If I call the police, I will give birth to a son without an ass, so that I will not die well, and I will be hit by thunder in the sky."

This made Mao Xiong and the others stunned for a moment, and then they laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth.

Mao Xiong told Xiao Pingtou that he was not here to rob, nor did he come to kill and set fire, so Xiao Pingtou felt relieved.

But then the nightmare of Xiao Pingtou came. Several big men tossed him all night, drove the ducks to put them on the shelves, asked him to handle the video, and wanted to make the person he was photographed.

Poor Xiao Pingtou is just a poor loser. Although he has camera equipment, he is only proficient in operation. He is really not very good at processing and editing videos.

But a few ferocious gangsters don't know much more.

But they were used to being domineering, so they put the watermelon knife on Xiao Pingtou's neck. Xiao Pingtou immediately agreed with a sad face, and there was no problem anymore.

In this way, the little flat head was driven to the shelves, read the guides, posts, learned and sold immediately, and after a night of tossing, I finally got the panda eyes out of my mind, and I finally got it done.

This time, he was forced to transform from a person who had no basic video editing to a person who could basically edit.

Therefore, human potential is infinite, but the premise is that you have to hold a knife on your neck to realize this potential.

But the result was not satisfactory. Xiao Pingtou handled it many times, but could only deal with half of the face covered by a black cloak. Only one pair of eyes could recognize it clearly.

Of course, the Mao Xiongs didn't do it, and once again put the knife around Xiao Pingtou's neck. This time, Xiao Pingtou cried and said, "Even if I kill me, there is no way." It was the end of the tossing.

This made Xiao Pingtou feel very regretful in his heart why he only talked about the door, and also hated himself for being so timid and honest. Isn’t that right if he just said casually that he didn’t know?

I didn't sleep all night and stayed up all night.

At this moment, he felt that he could fall asleep even while standing, and his stomach was so hungry that he was slapped on the ground. No wonder his eyes were so resentful.

"What are you looking at? Are you dissatisfied? Believe it or not, I'll let you have a few brothers and a few slap your eagle? Hurry up, don't be too slow to be too slow." The Mao Bear glared and showed his fierce look. Xiao Ping's head was so scared that he trembled all over, and he quickly went to fiddle with the computer.

Boiling an eagle is a way to tame a falcon.

I just don’t let the eagle sleep. When it is asleep, poke it. After a few days, no matter how strong the eagle is, it will not be able to hold on.

Of course, this move is also a good way to deal with people, and is often used for interrogation by underworld people. This move is very tormenting. People will die if they don’t sleep, and few people can support them.

Xiao Pingtou immediately called out a small processed video, which eliminated the background of the girl taking a bath, and also magnified the target and a lot of it.

Ye Wuque stared at the computer screen carefully and saw that in the video, each person was holding a black nylon rope with one hand, and the black cloak on his body was flying, revealing half of his face.

But only a pair of eyes can be clearly identified.

Ye Wuque was very disappointed. He could recognize a ghost like this. Not to mention someone he didn't know, even someone he knew might not recognize.

He was no longer interested and was about to look away, but suddenly he felt that those eyes seemed familiar.
Chapter completed!