As night fell, Bolan Street became lively again.

Looking up, the colorful neon lights can't see the end at first glance, either nightclubs, saunas, or karaoke.

The streets are bustling, and there are many tourists from all over the world who can see them at a glance. Stands wearing heavy makeup and exposed clothes can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street. They either look around to find guests, or laugh and chat with tourists in not very standard Mandarin and English.

Anyone who has watched Hong Kong movies doesn’t know whether this street can be done.

The entire Bolan Street is very long, located in the old districts of Mong Kok and Yau Ma Tei, north of Miao Street and Wota Old Road, west of Nathan Road, east of Shang-Hai Street, and south of Bolivier Street. Some of them are shops selling decoration stone, and the limited spaces within the sights are all entertainment venues.

In fact, this street is very ordinary during the day and has nothing special, but it immediately becomes bright and fragrant at night.

In Hong Kong, there is no legal red-lantern area. The Hong Kong police, like the mainland police, often crack down on pornography, but for some reason, "people-meat business" is being promoted in a high-profile manner here, becoming a well-known "red-lantern area" by Hong Kong people and even the world. Its scale and actual situation are even incomparable to the red-lantern area planned by Singapore.

As the director of the "O Record" Group B, Lu Zhongcai was too familiar with Bolan Street. He brought three plainclothes police officers to the intersection of Bolan Street and Nathan Road in a familiar way. He looked around quickly and his eyes were on the short man who was parking in a generation.

"Lu Sir, that's him." A police officer looked at the photos on his phone and said calmly.

"Let's go and ask."

“yes!”

One of the police officers was from the task force of the district. They often came to investigate the case. The man who parked the valet recognized them as police officers at a glance. Not only did he not run away, he came to meet him and laughed: "Asir, come to investigate the case again. I can be an informant for you."

The gangsters on Bolan Street are more cunning than the other, and they are all smiling, claiming to be informants.

If I really believe them, nine out of the ten lines of reports were fake and the last one was outdated. When the police arrived at the illegal and disorderly people, they would have run away. To put it bluntly, they just wanted to cheat the police and cheat the police's money.

"Don't smile, I'll ask you something."

"Look for me?" Baozi took it seriously, and Bao Jiahuan was stunned.

There are several more questions to ask. Lu Zhong didn't have time to talk nonsense with such an old gangster who was getting worse and worse. He took out his phone and found a photo: "Bao Jiahuan, do you recognize this person?"

Seeing this familiar and unfamiliar photo on Tiaozi's mobile phone, Bao Jiahuan couldn't help but think of the most glorious time that year, and blurted out: "I know, he is Mr. Gu, he is my boss! What's wrong with my boss? He is a good person. He was wronged back then. If you want to talk about fake marriage, there are more mainlanders who fake marriages. Look, these are all from the mainland. We snatch our jobs, our welfare, and even milk powder!"

Six years ago, he worked as a driver for Gu Sicheng.

Gu Sicheng was generous and kind to their employees. To him, Gu Sicheng was indeed a good person.

Lu Zhong stared at him and asked coldly: "After so many years, you can recognize him, I believe he should remember you, has he called you, and has he contacted you in other ways?"

"Asir, is my boss coming out?"

"Stop talking nonsense and answer my questions!"

"If Mr. Gu contacts me, can I still park here?" Tiaozi asked about the boss's whereabouts, which indicated that the boss had come out. Bao Jiahuan became more and more excited as he thought about it, and couldn't help asking: "Asir, what are you doing to my boss?"

The road pushed him to the wall and showed his ID: "Bao Jiahuan, what's the matter with me when I asked him? Stop dreaming, you don't have a chance to drive him again."

The Superintendent who "remembered"!

Bao Jiahuan realized the seriousness of the problem and did not dare to smile anymore. He peeked at the few plain clothes behind him and said honestly: "Lu Sir, Mr. Gu has never looked for me, and even if he wants to find him, he doesn't know my number. I am a driver and have no money, so he can't look for me."

"Let's think it through, have you ever found you?"

"No, really not!"

In recent years, Hong Kong's economy has been in a downturn. After Gu Sicheng was arrested, he became unemployed. He moved several times, changed several jobs, and changed his mobile phone number several times. It took him a lot of effort to find him, not to mention Gu Sicheng, who had just been released from prison.

Lu Zhong believed that he was not lying, so he signaled his subordinates to take him to the car parked opposite him and sat in the car to question him.

Although Bao Jiahuan was so slick and smiling just now, he was actually still afraid of the police or the trouble. Moreover, he was facing a big man who was "O-ji" and did not dare to be so slick and honest, and answer questions and questions.

"Think about it, who else does he know?"

"Asir, after so many years of the incident, I really can't remember anything except my former colleagues in the company."

It seemed that he wanted to remind him, but Lu Zhong thought about taking out his cell phone again and found another photo: "Look, do you recognize this person?"

Being a driver for Gu Sicheng was the most glorious time in Bao Jiahuan's life. I was quite impressed. I stared at the photos on my phone and said, "This is the big boss. The people in the company don't know, but they can't hide it from me. I went to the airport to take it several times and took him to the hospital."

"How did you know if others don't know?"

"Asir, I'm not good at studying, I don't have an education, and I can't find a good job, but it's not because I'm stupid, but because I was a kid, I didn't study hard. Actually, I learned things very quickly. Others can't understand what they say, but I can understand it, which is similar to the Nishikawa dialect."

He is really a talented person, and he was ridiculous and sarcastic in the road. Thinking about it, he asked again: "How many times have the big boss been to Hong Kong?"

Bao Jiahuan racked his brains and thought for a long time, looked up and said, "I know three times. The first time was to transfer to Europe. I took Mr. Gu to the airport to see him. They talked in the restaurant for an afternoon. The second time the two of them came together, and brought a woman. She was very beautiful and played in Hong Kong for several days. The third time was to see a doctor, Mr. Gu was very nervous and cried when he got the test form."

"Have Gu Sicheng met anyone with the big boss?"

"No, the boss didn't see the company's people. Mr. Gu personally received the company and accompanied him throughout the process. No, I am also a member of the company. The boss has seen me, and I drive the car to take me wherever I go. I have also tipped me. He is generous and treats people kindly. I don't know how his illness is now."

He has been dead for several years, and you still care about his condition.

Lu Zhong felt that there would be no gains if he asked again. He was about to give him a business card and warn him again. If Gu Sicheng contacted him or asked about Gu Sicheng from someone else, and called himself immediately, Bao Jiahuan suddenly said: "I remember that the boss and Mr. Gu met a person together. Hong Kong people, not mainlanders. They were very happy to drink a lot of wine that day. Mr. Gu was drunk and vomited all in the car."

Gu Sicheng's social relations in Hong Kong were not complicated. Suddenly, a person who had never entered the police's sight appeared. Of course, he had to ask clearly in the road. He grabbed his arm and asked, "Do you remember what the Hong Kong man's surname is, his name, and what his appearance looks like?"

"I don't know what my surname is, and I don't know what my name is. I'm just a driver and didn't go upstairs with them," Bao Jiahuan murmured repeatedly recalling what happened that night, "I remembered that Mr. Gu called him Brother Shui when he was calling. I heard it clearly. The next day, I took Mr. Gu to the company. Mr. Gu called Brother Shui in the car again. It turned out that Brother Shui seemed to be a gambling person and often went to Macau."

Hao Yingliang Crime Group once set up a gambling game in Macau, specifically trapping coal bosses in the mainland.

Han Sir had been to Macau for this and asked for help from his colleagues in Macau.

If you guess correctly, the "Shui Brother" mentioned by Bao Jiahuan should be the one who helped Hao Yingliang Group set up a gambling game. Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, this is ultimately a clue. Lu Zhong signaled his subordinates to explain to Bao Jiahuan that there was something wrong with calling the police, and he pushed open the car door and called the headquarters.

There are only so many Hong Kong people who are gambling in Macau, and you can just click the mouse to get it out with a record.

After a while, the phone number from the headquarters came back. There was indeed a Hong Kong person with a name with "water" and a triad background in the database who had been gambling in Macau. However, that happened ten years ago. Now it seems that he has washed his hands. At least he has not committed any more trouble in the past ten years.

After only a moment of delay, I returned to the car, and took out the photos I had just sent from the headquarters and held them in front of Bao Jiahuan: "Look carefully, is this person?"

The headquarters sent a photo from ten years ago, with Hao Yingliang, and Gu Sicheng didn't change much when he saw him. Bao Jiahuan stared at his phone for a few seconds and said in a positive tone: "Asir, it's him, you can't read it wrong, he is Brother Shui!"

...

The person who is being searched is an extremely dangerous fugitive, not an ordinary suspect.

I didn't dare to delay the road for a moment. Anyway, I had the current address of "Brother Shui". After asking Bao Jiahuan, I immediately took three plainclothes clothes to the New Territories overnight.

Fu Changshui was not sleeping. He was sitting in the living room watching TV and was trying to spend time. He planned to wait for another hour on the phone with his son who immigrated to the United States, and wanted to hear his grandson's voice.

The doorbell rang, who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?

There are security guards in the building, and those salesmen who hate can't come up, and even salesmen can't come to the evening.

He felt very strange, and he didn't open the door rashly, turned off the TV and walked to the door. He looked through the cat's eyes and saw several men in suits standing outside, one of whom was holding a certificate, and the other certificates were hanging on his chest.

"Mr. Fu, I know you are at home. I am the 'oji' Superintendent Zhongchu. Please open the door and we want to ask you something."

How could Tiaozi come to the door?

Gu Sicheng must be doing what Gu Sicheng must have. What exactly did he want to do and what did he do?
Chapter completed!