However, Leng Feng was still a little worried. If Bernstein and Fumio Nozawa broke up and made everything clear, would he, the instigator, be suspected?!

Sure enough, he felt uneasy after doing bad things, and the sweat on Leng Feng's head still flowed down involuntarily. Bita said with concern: "Please give Mr. Leng another glass of sugar water, he seems to be a little hypoglycemic." Just kidding, sweating in the winter

, it’s definitely not normal, Bita thinks it’s because he has low blood sugar and hasn’t recovered yet.

"Your Excellency, Deputy Director, let's have a supper together." The invitation was none other than Bernstein. Leng Feng was surprised, Meyer was wary, Walter was expressionless, and Fumio Nozawa hadn't come yet.

Leng Feng: "Oh no, Mr. Bernstein still has something to discuss with Consul Nozawa, so I won't interrupt you. It's getting late now. Thank you to the consuls for their concern, and to you, the beautiful Miss Bita, thank you

Your concern"

Seeing such a gentleman Leng Feng, Bita's voice softened and her eyes shone brightly. He was handsome and golden. As a Bita with a poor background, it was indeed a good choice.

Bernstein was more stubborn: "It's almost ten o'clock now. If something happens, I will find him tomorrow, but now I want to talk to you about the case."

Leng Feng's heart skipped a beat... This word seemed inappropriate. But he still accepted Bernstein's invitation, but together with Meyer and Bita.

While Leng Feng, Bita and Meyer were waiting at the door, Mrs. Walter put on the diamond necklace as she wished, and Walter's face looked much better.

When he came out, the expression on Bernstein's face showed that he must have received some promise from Walter. Although the cold wind in Peking in winter hit his face, Bernstein's face was warm enough to bloom ten miles away.

As for why he brought Meier with him, he probably wanted to appease him. Now that the dust is about to settle, if Meier doesn't seek to bring bad luck to Bernstein, I'm afraid he will only be in trouble in the future.

Peiping at ten o'clock is not a little bit quieter than Shanghai. It seems that the tradition is more deeply rooted. There are no foreign markets and no neon lights. The ancient city is particularly quiet and peaceful.

The steak was fried very well, but the way Leng Feng used the knife and fork was not very German or American. Well, it was Chinese style. You may have questions, isn't it just using a knife and fork? The left hand is used to fork the right hand knife, don't let it go

Is it okay if the food flies off the plate? Is there any difference?

Well, this is indeed different, but the kitten can't tell the difference. It just knows that different regions have different requirements for physical distance from the table. When putting steaks and the like into the mouth with a fork, the angles of the elbow joints and forearms to the table are different.

, the requirements for the movements of the arms and hands after taking one bite are also different. For example, in some areas, the body is required to sit upright and the food in the hand is brought into the mouth, but in some areas, the arms and the tabletop cannot be at right angles. This is not

It's polite, so tilt your head slightly when eating.

All in all, only those people can tell where the other person is from by the way they eat, but we can't tell the difference. Aren't they all eating? Why are there so many things? Well, I think so too.

Fortunately, this meal is not just for the sake of eating, right? There is something to do. Bernstein asked directly: "What does Mr. Deputy Director want to know?"

Leng Feng coughed twice and put down the knife and fork in his hand: "Who is the deceased? Does he have any enemies? Who has he had recent contact with? I need to know to identify the suspect."

Bernstein shook his head: "I can't tell you any of this."

Leng Feng sweated, then why did you ask me to come? Don’t say anything! Damn it!

But Bernstein immediately said: "But Mr. Deputy Director, I need your help."

Leng Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Hehehe, you didn't tell me anything. It's like you sent me there. You must be dreaming."

"If it's beyond my ability, I'm sorry but I don't want to participate." Who doesn't know how to put down a challenge?

Bernstein: "That's right, Mr. Deputy Director, I don't think the murderer is someone from China."

Leng Feng hummed in his heart, "What do you mean, make me happy and make me worried? Do you mean that Chinese people don't have the guts to do such a thing?"

"So, what?" Leng Feng said naturally.

Bernstein was stunned for a moment: "Do you still understand English?"

Leng Feng: "Is it strange?" I'm just kidding, I've been forced to memorize words since elementary school!!!

Bernstein looked at Meyer, then at Bita, and said: "Your Excellency, Deputy Director, I have met the director of the Peking Police Department." He shrugged: "You are different."

Meier looked at Bernstein, and Bita blinked: "Your Excellency, Deputy Director, is indeed different."

Leng Feng's heart beat, I'll go! You can't confess!

Bernstein told the truth: "Maybe you don't want to say more, and I won't ask further questions. It's just that I think you can help me, or in other words, help each other."

Leng Feng raised his eyebrows: "I would like to hear the details."

Bernstein: "Although, I don't know why Nozawa Fumio picked up the necklace, but as a consul, he should not be so short-sighted."

Leng Feng's heart skipped a beat. He just knew that he had underestimated Chen Cheng and the others. He didn't expect that Bernstein and the others were also human beings. Could it be that he was always acting as a one-man show?

Bita: "What does Consul Bernstein mean?"

Bernstein: "Don't get me wrong, Ms. Bita. I can see that the Deputy Director is always by your side. However, I feel that the Deputy Director seems to care about Consul Nozawa Fumi very much, otherwise he would not be aware of all his actions."

"Chu"

Leng Feng laughed: "Of course, he and I have a hostile relationship, and I still like to see him make a fool of himself."

Meier: "You are very candid."

Leng Feng: "I believe Consul Meier also doubts my identity."

Meier: "I don't believe a deputy director has a Reichsmark"

Bernstein: "Your Excellency, Deputy Director, returned from studying in Germany. I am lucky enough to know where he is?"

Leng Feng shook his head, and Bernstein nodded calmly, took a sip of red wine, and said: "Okay, since we said it all in the daytime, let me talk about it in the daytime? Did he mean that everything was said in the daytime?

Already?

Bernstein: "I need you to help me investigate the possible murderer of Wes. When Fumio Nozawa learned that the deceased was Wes, he rushed over immediately. I don't believe he came here to have a cup of coffee."

"Assisting me is also an excuse, so Mr. Deputy Director, I suspect that they did it."
Chapter completed!