I Don’t Want To Be Popular

At noon, Chen Chuan ate by himself.

In the afternoon, Lu and Han went shopping and did not return.

Until the evening, the two people returned to the hotel with large bags and small bags.

Chen Chuan had already accumulated half-hearted opinions on Lu Qingshuang. Han Zhiya is on vacation, so he will go shopping in Europe. Didn't her Lu Qingshuang come to do business with him? Going to play with others?

After the two women put down their things in the hotel room, they took a shower together and changed into the newly bought fashion before going downstairs.

Chen Chuan has been waiting in the hotel lobby for a while.

Seeing Lu Qingshuang, although she and Han Zhiya wore good-looking private clothes, Chen Chuan should be ready to attack, and he would not feel sorry for Lu Qingshuang's good looks.

"Lu He..." Chen Chuan changed his posture, looked up at Lu Qingshuang, who was wearing short shorts, and called her by her milk name.

Lu Qingshuang opened his bag, took out a kraft paper bag, and sent it to Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan glanced around and saw the words "SSB" printed on the bag.

Chen Chuan knows that this is a relatively well-known security company in Switzerland whose main business is private security.

Picking up the bag, opening it, and pulling out the folder, there are documents printed with "" inside.

"This is a private detective agency I was looking for, the Safin Pinkerton Agency, which is currently acquired by the SSB Security Company. It is the most famous detective agency in Switzerland." Lu Qingshuang said, "I hired them to investigate the luxury house halfway through the ski resort. As well as the death of Wu Yue, they will feed back all the information they have investigated here. So we don’t have to wait here, we can go back to China first. They are locals, and they will find it easier than us."

Chen Chuan flipped through these documents, they were all in English, and they were not barrier-free to read.

Without saying anything, I felt that Lu Qingshuang was reliable again. It seems that she is indeed the lady of the Lu family, and she still doesn't forget what she came here for.

Moreover, looking for a private investigator here to investigate, it really saves a lot of trouble.

"Are there any reasonable guesses? How did Wu Yue die?" Chen Chuan asked.

"There are two speculations." Lu Qingshuang said, "The first is that the mansion is Li Jianmeng's assets, but Li Jianmeng has arranged strict security measures around, such as hiring a security company, and the order is that if someone enters, Just kill the mansion directly."

"Direct kill? This is a crime, right?" Chen Chuan was surprised.

"Is Li Jianmeng still afraid of committing crimes? He commits less?" Lu Qingshuang said.

Chen Chuan glanced at Han Zhiya who was aside.

This Korean woman could not understand Mandarin, but even if she understood, the conversation was nothing.

Chen Chuan motioned to Lu Qingshuang to continue.

Lu Qingshuang added: "The second cause of death is that after Wu Yue obtained the news that the mansion was Li Jianmeng's assets, he didn't know if the news was leaked, or he felt that he couldn't swallow it. It's calculated. Someone wants to eat alone."

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Chen Chuan nodded slowly: "According to what you said, the first cause of death was Li Jianmeng's lingering spirit, and there was an afterthought. The second cause of death was a dog biting a dog."

Han Zhiya on the side asked: "???????????" (What are you two talking about?)

"Work." Lu Qingshuang paused.

Chen Chuan felt that Han Zhiya's performance was too natural.

Sometimes, being too natural is also a gaffe.

Closing his eyes slightly, Chen Chuan mobilized the [micro drone], flew out, and flew to Han Zhiya's side.

The drone flew around her and flew into her trouser pocket. She was wearing denim hot pants.

There was light in her hot pants, pale pink, and after the drone was distinguished, it turned out to be... a mobile phone? It was her pink Sansang phone that was on, and it turned out to be recording.

In view of the fact that the screen hasn't stopped, it is estimated that it hasn't been long since the screen was turned on.

Chen Chuan thought to himself, if it weren't for telling himself instinctively, this Han Zhiya was too natural to trigger his keen sixth sense, and he would not control the drone to check her. As a result, from this look, I really saw something tricky, the woman was actually recording.

Chen Chuan also expressed his understanding of Han Zhiya's actions. After all, this woman is an ICPO operator and was doing criminal investigations. Faced with the conversation between herself and Lu Qingshuang in Mandarin, she did not understand. She must have wanted to record and find someone to translate.

It's just...understanding belongs to understanding.

This move somewhat disappointed Lu Qingshuang's friendship for treating her as a good girlfriend.

Lu Qingshuang is a person who has no friends. It is rare to regard her as a good friend, but she does secret recordings.

"The conversation with Qingshuang just now shouldn't matter, right?" Chen Chuan thought about it carefully. What he and Lu Qingshuang said just now was to find a private investigator to investigate and two speculations about Wu Yue's death.

After a little speculation, after thinking about it, Chen Chuan was absolutely steady and would not give Han Zhiya a chance to go back and translate the dialogue between him and Lu Qingshuang.

As a result, he controlled the drone to slam the pink phone in Han Zhiya's hot pants.

Boom!

[Micro Drone] Discharged an electric current of one hundred thousand volts and aimed at Han Zhiya's pink mobile phone.

Bang!

There was a small sound.

Han Zhiya screamed, clutching the crotch at the base of her thigh and jumping her foot.

Chen Chuan pretended to be surprised and looked at Han Zhiya's smoking thigh roots: "I'm going, what's wrong with this sister? Did the electric toys explode? It's all smoking, look at ~www.ltnovel.com~Triangle Is it burned out..."

Lu Qingshuang stared at Chen Chuan suddenly: "What are you talking about..."

After that, Lu Qingshuang ran up to Han Zhiya with a look of concern, and squatted down: "??,????? (Euny, what's wrong

"Assi!" Han Zhiya bent over and quickly took off the blue denim hot pants she was wearing, "Assi, Assi!"

Chen Chuan was a feast for his eyes. The beautiful buttocks and white legs are naturally the best. I also remembered that the systematic evaluation is "pink abalone", and I don't know what it means. Anyway, just looking at this leg is very wonderful, it looks particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Wonderful..." Chen Chuan watched in his spare time.

Han Zhiya's expression was slightly pained, and she rubbed her thigh with her hand.

Lu Qingshuang flipped through the hot pants that Han Zhiya took off, took out the cell phone that had been blown up, and was surprised: "This..."

"Oh, it's all black..." Chen Chuan also looked at the broken cell phone in surprise, "How many years have passed since, is Sansang's cell phone still exploding?"

Lu Qingshuang looked quite surprised, and said in Korean: "Ziaoni, your phone exploded? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine...just my leg hurts." Han Zhiya grunted in pain.

Lu Qingshuang stood up, ran to the bathroom, brought a clean bath towel, soaked it with water, and put it on Han Zhiya's leg: "Your leg must have been burned. It is fortunate that you have not been injured by the explosion. You lie down and I'll get ice cubes. ."

"I'll help, too." Chen Chuan disappeared in place with a "swish", appeared next to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes, and held them in his hands.

Han Zhiya was already half lying on the sofa.

Chen Chuan squatted down, took an ice cube and applied it to Han Zhiya's thigh, and sniffed his nose: "What smell, a bit mushy?"

"?????.????? (Thank you, please go aside Han Zhiya's cheeks are slightly red, and she put her hands on the base of her thighs, pushing Chen Chuan aside.