However, Leng Feng was still a little nervous. If Bernstein and Fumio Nozawa break up and tell the matter clearly, will he, the person who instigated him, be suspected?!

Sure enough, he felt uneasy after doing bad things, and the sweat on Leng Feng's head still flowed down involuntarily. Bita said with concern: "Please give Mr. Leng another cup of sugar water, he seems to have a little hypoglycemia." Just kidding, sweating in the middle of winter is definitely not normal. Bita thinks that his hypoglycemia is not cured.

"Deputy Director, have a midnight snack together." The invitation was not someone else, but Bernstein. Leng Feng was surprised, Meier was alert, Walter was expressionless, and Fumio Nozawa had not come yet.

Leng Feng: "Oh no, Your Excellency Bernstein also has something to talk to Consul Nozawa, so I won't disturb you. It's getting late now. Thank you for your concern, and you, the beautiful Miss Bita, thank you for your concern."

Looking at Leng Feng, Bita's voice was soft and soft, his eyes shining brightly, handsome and generous. As a Bita who is not well-born, it is indeed a good choice.

Bernstein is more stubborn: "It's almost ten o'clock now. If there is something, I will look for him tomorrow, but now I want to talk to you about the case."

Leng Feng was moved... This word didn't seem to be appropriate. But he still accepted Bernstein's invitation, but he was with Meyer and Bita.

Just as Leng Feng, Bita and Meier were waiting at the door, Mrs. Walter put on a diamond necklace as she wished, and Walter's face looked much better.

When he came out, the expression on Bernstein's face showed that he must have gotten some promise from Walter. Although the cold wind in Peking in winter was blowing, Bernstein's face was warm enough to bloom ten miles of peach blossoms.

As for why he brought Meyer with me, I'm afraid he would also like to comfort me. Since the dust is about to settle, Mayer will never open his eyes to find Bernstein's bad luck. I'm afraid there will be only days when he will be worn in small shoes in the future.

At 10 o'clock, Peking is not a little quieter than Shangshang. It seems that the tradition is more deeply rooted. There is no ten-mile foreign market and no neon lights, and the ancient city is particularly quiet and peaceful.

The steak is very good, but Leng Feng uses a knife and fork, which is not very German or American. Well, it is Chinese. Maybe there are questions. Isn’t it just a knife and fork? Fork the left hand and the right hand, don’t let the dishes fly out of the plate? What’s the difference?

Well, this is indeed different, but the kitten can't tell the difference, but knows that different regions have different requirements for physical distance from the dining table. When steaks are sent into the mouth with a fork, the angles of the elbow joints, forearms and tabletops are different. After eating them in one bite, the requirements for the arms and hands movements are also different. For example, some regions require the body to sit upright and the food in their hands are delivered into their mouths, but some regions require the arms and tabletops not to be at right angles, which is impolite, so you have to tilt your head slightly when eating.

In short, only those people can judge where the other person is through eating, and we can't tell the difference. Don't you eat all of them? Why are there so many things? Well, I think so too.

Fortunately, this meal is not for the sake of eating, right? If there is something to do, Bernstein asked directly: "What do you want to know when Deputy Director?"

Leng Feng coughed twice and put down the knife and fork in his hand: "Who is the deceased, whether there is an enemy, and who has had any contact with recently, I need to know to determine the suspect."

Bernstein shook his head: "I can't tell you all this."

Leng Feng sweats violently, then why are you asking me to do it! Don’t say anything! Damn!

But Bernstein immediately said, "But Deputy Director, I need your help."

Leng Feng raised his eyebrows, haha, I didn't tell me anything, it was like sending me to dream.

"If it's beyond my ability, I'm sorry I don't want to participate." Who can't give up?

Bernstein: "That's right, Deputy Director, I think the murderer must not be a Chinese person."

Leng Feng hummed in his heart, what does it mean? It makes me happy and make me worry? Do you mean that Chinese people don’t have the courage to do such things?

"so, what?" Leng Feng said naturally.

Bernstein was stunned for a moment: "Do you still understand English?"

Leng Feng: "Is it very strange?" Just kidding, I was forced to memorize words since elementary school OK!!!

Bernstein looked at Meyer, then looked at Bita, and said, "Deputy Secretary, I have met the director of the Beiping Police Department." He said, shrugging: "You are different from others."

Meier looked at Bernstein and Bita blinked: "Your Excellency Deputy Director is indeed unique."

Leng Feng was upset, I'll go! Can't confess!

Bernstein said the truth: "Maybe you are unwilling to say more, and I will not ask, but I think you can help me, or to help each other."

Leng Feng raised his eyebrows: "I hope to hear it carefully."

Bernstein: "Although, I don't know why Nozawa Fumio picked up the necklace, but as a consul, he shouldn't be so short-sighted."

Leng Feng felt a little sad. He just knew that he had underestimated Chen Cheng and the others. He didn't expect that Bernstein and the others were also good at humans. Could it be that he had been acting alone again?

Bita: "What does Consul Bernstein mean?"

Bernstein: "Don't get me wrong about Ms. Bita, Deputy Director, you have always been by your side. I can see that, but I think, Deputy Director, you seem to care about Consul Fumi Nozawa, otherwise you wouldn't have any clarity on all his actions."

Leng Feng yelled: "Of course, he and I are in a hostile relationship, and I still like to see him making a fool of himself."

Mayer: "You are very honest"

Leng Feng: "I believe Consul Mayer doubts my identity too."

Mayer: "I don't believe that a deputy director will have an Imperial Mark"

Bernstein: "Your Excellency Deputy Director came back from studying in Germany. Are I lucky enough to know where I am?"

Leng Feng shook his head, Bernstein nodded calmly, took a sip of red wine, and said, "Okay, since everything is said during the day, I will say it." During the day? Is his meaning "all everything is said on the surface?"

Bernstein: "I need you to help me investigate. It is possible that the murderer who killed Weiss was. Nozawa Fumio rushed over as soon as he learned that the deceased was Weiss. I don't believe he came here for a cup of coffee. It's an excuse to assist me, so I suspect they did it."

Leng Feng was simply creepy. It turned out that Bernstein and Fumio Nozawa were pretended to be intimate. Bernstein had long suspected the real purpose of Fumio Nozawa, and his own scapegoat was simply a scammer!
Chapter completed!