Chapter 55 Lewisite Cafe (Scroll to read, everyone)
A narrow alley, flanked by a bunch of low two or three-story buildings, with rubbish that has not been cleaned up for a long time piled up against the wall. It was also stuffed with the bodies of stray cats and dogs, mixed with feces, and exuded a pungent stench.
Old gas pipes covered the outer walls, and the walls were covered with ugly graffiti and obscene writing. Sewage flowed across the sewers on the roadside, and hot steam leaked from them from time to time.
At nine o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians on the street. Most of the adults had gone out to earn money to support their families. Only occasionally you could see a few idle children peering in from the alley.
This is Fox Alley, an ancient alley abandoned by the city.
It is so narrow that even carriages cannot pass through. Each of the buildings on both sides is filled with dozens of households. Many farmers who have lost their land and day laborers without a fixed income will rent here. , cheap rent is quite attractive to them.
There are also many special people with shady identities hiding here. Their identities are never asked here, and even the police rarely approach. It is the best place for these people.
But there is something unusual today. There are many blue uniforms here today, and there are three men in black formal suits among them. They supervise the blue uniforms and hold up a photo. They knock on the door in each building and ask questions. .
“Bang.”
There was another gunshot, the third time, and this was the answer to the knock on the door.
The identity of the resident makes this kind of investigation meaningless. I don’t know, I haven’t seen, and I don’t know this person are the kindest answers. The rest is to point to various dangerous locations, or directly use Pistol opens the door.
“Hey, have you seen this person before?”
There were also blue uniforms on the street, stopping every passerby holding up a photo to ask. As a man wearing a peaked cap walked into the alley, another police officer immediately came forward to block the road holding a photo.
However, the other party seemed to have bad eyesight. He looked closely for a long time, and finally took it and put it in front of him. Before he could see it clearly, there was another 'bang' not far behind the police.
Stress reaction has already occurred. All the policemen immediately turned around and drew their guns and swords. However, after searching for a long time, they found nothing. When they turned around to ask, they found that there was no one behind them. The man has long since disappeared.
"Cowardly bastard, you should have kept the photo."
Several policemen roared angrily, but they could only get one more photo. What they didn't know was that within a few minutes, , a sneaky figure walked out of the alley. Under the streetlight next to the alley, a gentleman in formal attire was leaning on the lamppost and covering his face with a newspaper. He also leaned over and handed over the photo.
"Damn, you are right to worry, they really did it, a few bastards." Putting down the newspaper, revealing her long chestnut wavy hair, Officer Natalie took the photo and looked at it. Blood vessels throb.
Posthumous photo, bloody.
"This cannot be explained by a conflict of responsibilities. It seems that we must find Downey's home before them." The police officer looked at the narrow and messy alley opposite, and frowned helplessly, thinking. He said, "Otherwise we will also ask around, maybe someone has seen him."
"I don't want to do stupid things like them, that is an insult to a detective. And I just went in to follow him. The police circled around, and the people here were very vigilant, and they didn’t say a word of truth. I guess there is no point in asking like this. I need to find another way?”
"Do you have an idea? Then what do you say, I will listen to you." After the police officer said this, her face turned slightly red and she glanced at Lin Qi quickly.
"I can probably guess why Downey chose to live here." Lynch waved to the police officer and led her towards a shop called Lewisite Cafe across the alley, "Fox Alley It’s the most well-informed street in the Rhine City underground.”
“Hey, I understand. No wonder the reporter’s income is not low, but Donnie still chooses to live here because of his profession. The most attractive thing is that if you live here, you can receive first-hand news immediately.”
"Yes, so there are a lot of intelligence dealers or informants hiding around here, either openly or secretly. It's just impossible for the police and normal people to know. I was also brought here by my informants at the time. Oh, it was the dead drunkard Peter. ', so I've only been here once, so I'm not sure, so I can only give it a try."
While explaining, Lin Qi sighed inwardly, fortunately, the original owner of the body was a detective, otherwise there would be no channel. After contacting these underground intelligence sources, the two entered the cafe and found a corner by the window to sit down.
There were no other customers in the store at this time. As soon as the two sat down, a waiter in a red vest came over with a menu.
Lynch was a little nervous. This was an intelligence transaction that he had only seen in movies. It was one thing to experience it in memory, but it was another thing to experience it in person.
Calm down, I want to calm down. He took a deep breath, took the menu and opened it expressionlessly. "I want a cup of Lewisite coffee, without cream and sugar, with more salt and citric acid." Lynch put on a sophisticated posture, "Give this lady a cup of honey water, without adding honey, just add water."
The waiter glanced at Officer Natalie, immediately lost interest in her, and turned to Lynch.
“One pound a cup, double the amount if you want to mix it with alcohol.”
It’s so expensive.
Lynch recalled the code word, "One question per pound, double the amount of illegal information."
There is no way, it seems like he is going to bleed heavily. Gritting his teeth, Lynch took out his money bag, took out a one-pound note and pushed it over, then pointed out the window: "I want Donny Naton's address."
The waiter had to accept the money. When he heard the question, he immediately pushed the money back and said, "Sorry, guest, we don't have Lewisite coffee here."
Um?
Lin Qi was stunned and looked up at the waiter in surprise. The waiter still had the same professional expression and took back the menu skillfully.
“I’ve been here before.”
"I know, Mr. Leviev, the two guests I received three months ago were the two guests I received along with Red-Nosed Peter. You just did something big the day before yesterday, and the reputation of Leviev's firm has long been spread throughout Fox Alley. If you want to drink coffee in the future, we are always welcome.
" The waiter smiled and said:
"But if you really want to drink this cup of Lewisite coffee today, you can try it again tomorrow. It’s so chaotic outside and there are so many police officers that I’m not in the mood to make coffee.”
"Is it because of them?"
"Mr. Leviv, it was just an insignificant cup of coffee. We also hope to do this business with you and lay the foundation for long-term cooperation in the future. But we These businessmen have never liked the police. If they are so interested in this cup of coffee, it is impossible for us to sell it. Otherwise, if we sell it to the wrong customer, we will not be able to do this kind of business in the future. This is the rule of Fox Alley, so if you do. If you are really interested, just wait until they are no longer interested."
"Wait..."
Unfortunately, the waiter had already put away the menu and left without looking back. Lynch punched his thigh hard, depressed but helpless:
“These bastards can actually cause us trouble like this. "Can't they be quieter?"
"This person should know, how about... I go ask him?"
"It's useless. No informant has ever been intimidated. Besides, no one knows the truth or falsehood of something he made up casually." Lynch sighed in disappointment and said distressedly, "I'll think of a way, maybe... well ?”
The two of them are located right next to the window, and they can see the entrance of Fox Alley through the glass window.
A few children of about ten years old and dressed in rags were poking their heads in the alley. These are the typical "children of the King's District". They can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the Rhine City.
Lynch had already seen them when he went in to steal the photos, but he didn't realize it at the time. At this time, his mind was filled with the word intelligence trading. When he saw them again, he suddenly realized the identities of these little bastards.
“What, did you find anything?”
“Let’s go, maybe I’ve found a way.”
Lynch took the police officer's hand and ran out of the Lewisite Cafe like the wind.
(End of this chapter)