One by one, it seems that the young master of the Liao family is quite interesting. These diaries have to be written for at least ten years. After finding the two books that were about the closest date of his accident, Zhang Guozhong flipped through them, hoping to find out the reason why Zhao Kuncheng spared ten years of life to harm a junior.

Opening the diary, three crooked traditional Chinese characters were written on the title page: Liao Siqu. It seems that this is the name of the young master of the Liao family. Uncle Seven seems to have some cultural literacy, and his son's name is much more fashionable than himself. Zhang Guozhong found a comfortable position and thought to take a good look at what Liao Siqu discovered during the recovery period of the two days, which caused the death disaster.

If you don't read it, it seems that Zhang Guozhong really overestimated this Liao Siqu. 80% of the diary recorded the history of this slutty boy's food, drink, whore and gambling, which one day he got a movie star, which one day he lost millions in Macau, and especially the descriptions of female movie stars. The female host has the most erotic history, and sometimes it is even more detailed. Zhang Guozhong grinned his teeth and wanted to take a few more glances, but he was embarrassed, so he could only look down at ten lines, "Damn it, this little bastard didn't write Jin Pingmei, which is really a pity..." Zhang Guozhong said secretly, thinking that fortunately this kid died early. If he had lived in the diary until now, Uncle Qi would not have killed Zhao Kuncheng, and he would have made this kid die first.

As I flipped through, several diaries in an unused diary attracted Zhang Guozhong's attention:

August 16th heavy rain

Today, I read the newspaper that when people sleep, they should face south and feet north. This is conducive to keeping the same as the earth's magnetic field. When I went home, I found that the pattern in the house would shine on the bed like this, so I asked Lutimaka to find a few people to help me change the room. Later, I tried it and it turned out differently. Even the feeling of making love changed.

Then there are those pornographic descriptions.

August 22nd cloudy

I had a strange dream last night, strange. I just moved to this bad room and had that kind of dream. It seems I have to find a gentleman to see...

August 29th sunny

I had that strange dream again last night. My husband said that it was okay in the house, maybe it was because I was not used to changing a new house. But I always felt it was very strange.

September 5 cloudy

I told the mouse about my strange dream. He said that I miss women and I was crazy, and the Bodhisattvas didn't let it go. I said that my sins were not what I imagined. I was often scared to wake up! Dad believed in Buddhism, and he had to know that he had to be frightened...

September 8th sunny

I had that dream again, I was almost dead, it seemed that this room was weird, and I had to change the room...

September 15 cloudy

It's so scary, so scary. I came again before I could change the room, and it became even worse. I made an appointment with Mr. Ding today and must go to him and go in the afternoon! It's so scary!

...

After that, it was blank. It seemed that this was Liao Siqu’s last diary before his lifetime.

Zhang Guozhong was puzzled. Could it be that he dreamed of having sex with the Bodhisattva? Sin! It is absolutely impossible, there is no reason! It is logical that dreaming of Buddha is a good omen, why did Liao Siqu be so scared?

"Please help me invite Uncle Seven..." Zhang Guozhong said to the maid next to him, but the maid looked at Zhang Guozhong strangely, as if she couldn't understand, "Can you please seven uncle... Forget it, I'll go by myself..." Zhang Guozhong was still a little self-aware of his English proficiency...

Regardless of the maid's obstruction, Zhang Guozhong limped to Uncle Qi's room. Uncle Qi was playing chess with Old Liu.

"Mr. Zhang! Why are you..." Uncle Qi hurriedly stood up and gave his seat to Zhang Guozhong.

"Uncle Qi, do you know a friend of the noble son, named Mouse?" Zhang Guozhong sat down. Judging from his diary, only that mouse knew what Liao Siqu dreamed of.

"Oh!" Uncle Qi sighed, "Siqu is not good at all! I don't recognize any of his friends, let alone recognize them!" Uncle Qi poked the floor with a crutch, "If he had lived, he might have pissed me to death!" Zhang Guozhong was so amused that Uncle Qi thought of him and went together...

"What? He knows important clues?" Uncle Qi asked.

"Have you read the diary of the noble son during his lifetime?" Zhang Guozhong said.

"I've seen it! It's all those things!" Uncle Qi was a little excited again, "At that time, I thought, the family was unfortunate, how could it be a thief? But unexpectedly..." Uncle Qi sighed, "Even the thief didn't keep it..."

"Uncle Qi, don't be excited. I found something strange in Mr. Ling's diary. In his last diary, Mr. Ling once wrote that he had made an appointment with Mr. Ding. I wonder if you know him?" Zhang Guozhong took out the diary, but Uncle Qi was disdainful to look at it.

"He is a very famous gentleman in Hong Kong. The police have investigated him, but Siqu was on the way to his house. He had never been to his place until Liao Siqu died..." Uncle Qi was helpless, "That person is a gentleman who looks at Feng Shui. Why do you suspect him, Mr. Zhang?"

"It's not a doubt, I just want to ask some questions..." Zhang Guozhong thought, "Uncle Qi, I wonder if you can find this mouse and Mr. Ding?"

"No problem, I'll let someone do it now! Ah Guang!" Uncle Qi is a decisive person. He can do whatever he says. This is also the benefit of being rich.

A day has passed.

Both news brought back by Ah Guang disappointed Zhang Guozhong. News 1: Through the police relationship, we learned that there are more than 500 people who have had criminal records in Hong Kong who have had criminal records nicknamed "Mouse" between the ages of 35 and 45. If we ask one by one, we may have to ask about it in the 21st century. There are countless other people who have criminal records. If we search on a large scale throughout Hong Kong, the signature of the general inspector is required; News 2: Mr. Ding just died not long ago, and the cause of death was heart failure.

"Not long ago..." Zhang Guozhong frowned and smashed the table hard with his fist, "That's right!"

"What's wrong?" Old Liu was confused when he heard this.

"That person surnamed Ding must be Zhao Kuncheng!" Zhang Guozhong began to express his suspicion that had already arisen from the beginning. "It was him who revealed the content of Mr. Liao's dream and the news of his travel to Zhao Kuncheng! When Zhao Kuncheng noticed that the ghost gate formation was broken, he was afraid that the person surnamed Ding would leak the news or leak some secrets, so he killed him first and silenced him!"

"It makes sense!" Uncle Qi nodded secretly, "A Guang! Tell Inspector Chen that he will find this mouse even if he finds it in the 21st century! Otherwise, even if I, Liao Qi, never know him, you can't let Zhao Kuncheng take the lead!"

"Let's go!" Zhang Guozhong grabbed A Guang who was about to turn his head out, "Such a large-scale search may alarm the snake. Uncle Qi, don't forget that Zhao Kuncheng may also have a suspicion in the police station... If Zhao Kuncheng doesn't know about rats, wouldn't we have no silver here...?" At this time, a dirty image appeared in Zhang Guozhong's mind - Wang Zihao. According to age, Wang Zihao should be about the same age as Liao Siqu. According to image, Wang Zihao should also have a common language with these people, and Wang Zihao always boasted that he had a wide range of friends. If this matter is not passed through the police, it will be much more confidential.

Only half an hour after a call, Wang Zihao came over happily, "Uncle Qi, oh, Mr. Zhang, what's going on with your system?"

"Zihao, please ask you something, you must do your best..." Uncle Qi was smoking his pipe, full of style.

"Uncle Qi's department is mine, just say..." In front of Uncle Qi, Wang Zihao's image is no different from a traitor.

"Do you know a man named mouse?" Uncle Qi said.

"Oh, there are quite a lot of people who call this name, I recognize that several silvers are called this name..."

"Okay, go and invite them all, I want to see them..." Uncle Qi said with a smile.

"This..." Wang Zihao immediately looked innocent, "Uncle Qi, some of these silvers have not been in contact for many years, and I have (already) forgotten their name. It is very difficult to find. Also, some of them are in Malay, some are in Australia, and some are in Africa! Do you want me to take a plane around the earth?"

"Okay, that business in the Philippines..." Uncle Qi held his pipe and was about to speak, when Wang Zihao heard the three words of the Philippines immediately looked like he saw a ghost, "Okay! OK! No problem! I'll go now! You guys are waiting for my good news... Do you really want to come?" Wang Zihao thought to himself that he was really unlucky. He wanted to find Zhang Guozhong to flatter Uncle Qi, but he didn't expect to dig a big hole for himself...

"It's better to ask first, who knows Young Master Liao!" Zhang Guozhong added.

Two days later, there was still no news from Wang Zihao. Zhang Guozhong had basically recovered. In the past two days, he had fully experienced the life of a rich man at Uncle Qi's house. When he opened his mouth and his clothes reached out, he didn't know whether he had eaten this way or a patient meal specially prepared for himself. Anyway, he had changed the delicacies of the mountain and sea flavors at the same time. The quality of this ginseng is many times better than the "cang ginseng" picked by Zhenren from Panshan back then. The standard Changbai Mountain wild ginseng, which only makes a bowl of soup for thousands of dollars (it turned out that the "cang ginseng" picked by Zhenren Ma, had to be boiled twice a day, and it was enough to make a fortune until there was no ginseng flavor). Zhang Guozhong's face was so bright that he was almost the same as the one who was performing.

On this day, Zhang Guozhong packed up his things and came to the Liao family's ancestral home with Lao Liu and A Guang. He saw more than a dozen private guards with guns and ammunition patrolling around the ancestral home. If Uncle Qi had not signed the notes by himself, he would not even think of flying in. Moreover, judging from the skin color, all Southeast Asians were talking and talking, and they couldn't understand them at all if they wanted to get up and not recognize them.

When he entered Liao Siqu’s room before his death, he saw that the broken bulletproof glass had been replaced with new ones in the past two days. Old Liu used a compass carpet to measure it. He was sure that there were no remaining evil ways, so several people began to carefully inspect the room.

"Senior brother, the young master Liao said he started having nightmares after moving to this room. Do you think the problem would be near the bed?" Zhang Guozhong lay down under the bed, looked carefully, and there was nothing, "Come on, help me lift this bed..." After that, Zhang Guozhong moved the bed board first, and shouted vigorously, and did not move at all.

"Rich people..." Zhang Guozhong was so angry. Why did these rich people make such a heavy bed so heavy?

At this time, Old Liu and A Guang also came over. The three of them were exposed in their blue veins and shouted loudly. The broken bed was like a feeding of lead, and it didn't move at all. "Wait, I'll go find someone to help..." A Guang went out to ask the guards for help. After a cigarette passed, A Guang came back with a sweat and cursing. "These rural guys... don't understand what I'm talking about... I'll pull them in and don't go in... I'll go back to find someone to help, two of you wait for me..." After that, A Guang turned around and went back to find someone to help.

After about half an hour, A Guang rushed into the house with sweat and sweating. "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wang called from Malay! Master, please come over immediately!" Zhang Guozhong and Liu were in a pair of eyes. What a Wang Zihao. Once the business was threatened, the efficiency of this work was higher than that of Qin Ge...
Chapter completed!