Chapter 300 Ballroom

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Zhang Yanfeng came here by car, in the car of the thin and tall female police officer. When she got out of the car, Officer Zhang's legs were weak, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were a lot of grass and sawdust mixed in his messy hair and shoulders.

When he opened the door and came in, Zhang Yanfeng called for a cup of coffee, and then yawned heavily.

"I don't know, I thought you just came back from a field battle."

Boss Zhou stirred the coffee in front of him with a small spoon;

In the past, Zhou Ze felt that there was no difference between good coffee and Nescafe instant. In his previous life, when he was a doctor, he was often busy, and he often relied on coffee to get by.

But I don’t know whether it’s because my mentality has changed now or whether there is a big difference between good and bad coffee.

The taste of drinking coffee now is indeed different from before.

"Crap, don't slander my reputation."

Zhang Yanfeng directly picked up the coffee that Zhou Ze had just stirred with sugar in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Then smash it, smash it, mouth it,

It's like taking a big sip of cool water,

profoundly interprets,

What is cattle chewing peony.

The small spoon in Zhou Ze's hand fell to the ground,

Trembling slightly.

This is his cat poop......

"This coffee is really boring. You can't get tired of drinking this every day? I don't want to drink this every day."

"I don't know if you get tired of drinking this every day, but you will definitely be investigated because of financial problems."

"Oh shit."

Zhang Yanfeng reached out and rubbed his hair,

"You said it was unlucky, I didn't sleep all night, and wandered around in the woods all night, I didn't know how many times I fell, and I just couldn't find the grave."

Zhou Ze was a little surprised, and asked, "The grave of the dead?"

"Yeah, I didn't find it."

"They didn't tell the truth?"

"I took them to look for it, but I really didn't find it.

. Tongcheng is such a big place, and it’s not the old forest or the old valley in the northeast or Sichuan. It’s true that they sealed the tomb at the beginning, but it shouldn’t be impossible to find it. Can't find it.

The police dogs were dispatched, nothing was found, everyone was arrested, and what should be explained is also explained, there is no need to lie, right? "

Officer Zhang spread his hands,

He's been busy all night.

Then, he realized that it was Zhou Ze who called him and asked him to come, and immediately said:

"What do you want from me?"

"The yellow hair is dead."

"Oh." Zhang Yanfeng stared sharply, and scolded, "Did you kill it?"

"..." Zhou Ze.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yanfeng calmed down and asked, "Where is the corpse?"

"I just know he's dead."

Yes,

The soul of man has come,

Has been sent to reincarnation by Boss Zhou,

Huang Mao's last trace left in this world is not his firm Shamatism,

It's the extra four-thousandths of the performance on Boss Zhou's ghost certificate.

"Did you dispose of the corpse?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"I haven't seen the body, but I can confirm that he is dead. If you still don't understand, I can give you a detailed introduction to my work."

"No, stop!"

Zhang Yanfeng immediately raised his hand, signaling Boss Zhou to stop.

He still wants to continue to live a normal life, even though he knows that Zhou Ze's status is unusual, but he still refuses to be directly impacted so that his world view collapses.

"Can you find out where he died?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

At this time, the old Taoist on one side silently raised his hand and said timidly:

"I know."

………………

When going there, Lao Dao drove, and the policewoman was sent by Zhang Yanfeng to go back to rest.

Xu Qinglang's Nissan has almost become a public car in the bookstore. He used to cherish this car when Xu was around, but as he fell into a coma, the car was being ruined by others.

Sitting in the back seat, Zhou Ze and Police Officer Zhang held a cigarette in each hand, puffing.

"Old Zhou, is this a supernatural event?

The suspects weren't lying, I could tell, and the shock on their faces when they didn't find the tomb themselves wasn't fake either. "

"You've been a policeman for so many years, haven't you met one?"

"It's really rare, but the two of us can now write supernatural events as the secret files of the police station.

It says,

On a certain day in a certain year, a police officer surnamed Zhang relied on a mysterious owner who opened a bookstore to solve the case. "

"Usually this kind of plot is that after your accidental death, your son discovered my existence when he came to investigate the cause of your death.

Then he came to me to ask the truth about his father's death,

I will give your son some random information in a cloud of mist,

This is convenient for screenwriters to write water plots. "

"..." Zhang Yanfeng.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

The old man who drove the car laughed "hey hey" in his heart, chatting with others kills the world, and the boss can kill people.

Soon, the car arrived at the location, in a town below, near the elevated road, said it is far away from the city, it is indeed a bit far, but if you drive, you can get there very quickly, turn around on the elevated road around the city, and you will come out.

"White Swan Ballroom."

Zhou Ze glanced out the car window. The neon sign on the second floor was shining brightly. In this rural town, it looked very tall.

Especially at midnight,

There are many people under and above this ballroom.

"This is a sand dance hall." The old Taoist explained.

"Sand dance?" Zhang Yanfeng couldn't understand.

"Oh, that's what they say in Sichuan. When Pindao was working in Sichuan, he used to go there a lot. According to the saying here, it should be called the face-to-face dance or the touch dance."

With an explanation,

It is easy to understand.

The old man was afraid that the two people behind would not understand, so he continued: "The ones playing music inside, everyone dancing, everyone who goes in has to pay ten yuan for the entrance fee, both male and female, and then the male picks the female inside, and she is the one who is chosen It will dance with you and charge according to the song, ten yuan or twenty yuan for a song.

Rongcheng is cheap, ten yuan a song, Tongcheng belongs to the free shipping area of ​​Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, and the price is expensive, here is twenty yuan a song.

Black and white men and women hugged and danced together, and the men could feel and scratch. After a dry addiction, the money was well spent. Many girls came to work part-time, not just to be girls. "

Boss Zhou and Police Officer Zhang nodded as they listened like two students.

"This is playing around the edges."

Zhang Yanfeng sighed instinctively.

Because after entering, he found that the inside was quite formal, with posters posted everywhere: "Pornography, Gambling and Drugs are Prohibited".

There are also a few uniformed security guards with red armbands on their arms to maintain order.

This kind of place, it is a dance hall, also has its own license procedures, just like some ktvs, it is a legitimate entertainment place, but whether there will be any illegal or borderline things in it, everyone knows and understands.

The old man paid the money and got three tickets. After entering, the ballroom was clearly divided into two areas. One area was brightly lit, and normal dances were performed below, a bit like an old ballroom dance on the sunset red square.

In another area, the lights were dim, and a group of men and women were swaying in their arms.

On the periphery, there are many men who are walking looking for a partner, and there are rows of girls standing there waiting to be selected, all of them are fat, swallows and thin.

"The miasma."

Zhang Yanfeng commented.

Immediately, he looked at the old man and asked:

"Are you taking us to see this?"

He is a policeman. It would be embarrassing to be found by acquaintances in such a situation. If a photo is taken, it can even be used as evidence to attack your life style.

"upstairs."

As he said that, the old man led the two of them to turn a corner and went up the building. At the top of the stairs, there was an aunt sitting there eating melon seeds. When she saw three old men coming up, she was a little puzzled, so she stretched out her hand to stop them.

"Why?" Mom asked.

"Do it!"

The old man replied.

talking,

The old Taoist also pointed at Zhang Yanfeng and his boss,

The aunt showed a clear look, and then waved her hand to signal them to go up.

There is nothing on it, it is a basically abandoned floor, but you can see condoms scattered everywhere on the ground, and there is a white sticky liquid with a smell of salted fish and seafood inside.

Not far away, several couples of men and women were busy there.

"The miasma."

Zhang Yanfeng continued.

"This place is not under the control of the dance hall downstairs, but can people open rooms?" The old man retorted.

Then, he pointed to the speaker above, which was playing lyrical music, which was synchronized with the music in the dance hall downstairs.

Zhou Ze supported the railing with his hands. The view here is good, and the floors are quite high. There is a viaduct in front of it, and there is a lot of traffic on it.

"Why did you come to see us!"

Zhang Yanfeng couldn't bear it any longer. He was a policeman, so it didn't matter if he came here when he was cracking down on pornography and arresting criminals, but now that he sneaked in in plain clothes, he really felt uncomfortable.

"Wait, Pindao heard the song that Huang Mao sang before, and thought it was pretty good. I searched the lyrics on the Internet, but found that I couldn't find the song. Then I asked the people here, and said This song was sung by their boss when he was drunk in a ktv, and it was as ugly as it could be, and it was used later on.”

After the introduction,

The old man hurriedly shouted to the aunt below who was looking at the stairs: "Hey, big sister, I saw a police car coming over there!"

The aunt's eyes were fixed, she didn't suspect him, and she would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, so she immediately took out her mobile phone and made a call.

In less than half a minute,

The speaker above the heads of Zhou Ze, Zhang Yanfeng, and Lao Dao, who had been playing music before, suddenly changed to a different tune.

"Trumpet, Suona, Qu'er has a small tune and a big tune.

Widows and prostitutes have tight holes and wide hips.

Brother went in, brother came out again,

Brother went in again..."

the tearing of the song,

It can be called howling ghosts and wolves,

Really a masterpiece of a drunk man yelling into a microphone.

And at this time,

A few couples of men and women ran out in front of Zhou Ze. Everyone looked flustered. While arranging their clothes, they ran down quickly. The speed was very fast. One of the men's belt was not buckled properly. After running for a distance, his pants fell off and he tripped directly. made a somersault.

Listening to this ugly song,

Looking at the people running in panic,

The old man's eyes began to become deeper and deeper,

As if looking all over the place,

They were all me twenty days ago...

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