Although Casabianca was only 80 kilometers away from Rabat, the temperature here was much cooler than in Rabat.
When Ding Lan drove the Chevrolet into this famous North African city, Zhao Yu suddenly felt much more refreshed and not as hot as before.
When he opened the window, he could feel the sea breeze of the Mediterranean Sea. Looking around, he could see many towering and majestic mosques and buildings full of Arabic style.
"Casabianca means' white house 'in Latin, but …" Ding Lan said, "The white houses are all around the beach, and you can only see them when you go to the New Moon Hotel."
Zhao Yu looked at the street view of a foreign country and didn't respond to Ding Lan's introduction. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"Zhao Yu, oh … brother-in-law," Ding Lan said, "We only practiced the words once. Are you okay with that? Some information can't be disclosed to the Moroccan police. "
"I know," Zhao Yu nodded and said shamelessly, "I'm the world-renowned detective Zhao. If I can't handle this, wouldn't I be a joke?
As long as there is anything that is not good for you, just play dumb!
"Don't worry, sister. Playing dumb is also my strength …"
"Especially …" Ding Lan was still worried and said, "About the world's richest man, you can't tell not only the Moroccan police, but also the Secret Service. If I tell you, it will be against the rules."
"Don't worry. Keeping secrets and being loyal are my basic principles!" Zhao Yu promised, patting his chest.
"Later, the counselor of our embassy and the diplomatic officials of their country will also meet us at the police station," Ding Lan said. "So, be careful with what you say and don't ruin our image."
"I know." Zhao Yu was a little impatient. "Sister, don't be so nervous. I, your brother-in-law, am someone who has been through great storms and waves. No matter what I do or say, I have a sense of propriety!
"I know that our relationship with the Moroccan police is like a broken couple. On the surface, we respect each other, but in fact, we both want to know each other's account password!"
"Um … Your metaphor …" Ding Lan didn't think it was appropriate, but it was a little interesting.
"Don't worry!" Zhao Yu smiled confidently. "Now I know why the higher-ups sent me to be a special envoy!"
…
At about five o 'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Yu and Ding Lan arrived at the local Moroccan police station. Unexpectedly, the local police station was an ancient building with an obvious Arabian style.
There, Zhao Yu met with the officials who had come to welcome him. Although it seemed like an ordinary murder and kidnapping case, because it was a diplomatic matter, the officials of the two countries attached great importance to it and held a more formal meeting.
It was also Zhao Yu's first time being a special envoy, so he felt that it was a little refreshing. Although he had participated in many international events in the past, he had never had an official status like today.
Therefore, Zhao Yu's performance was quite decent. He completed the meeting very cooperatively. At the same time, he played to his strengths and stated on the spot that he would do his best to cooperate with the local police to find out the truth of the case.
After the meet-and-greet session ended, the chief of the Moroca Police Station personally welcomed Zhao Yu. He arranged a banquet that wasn't too grand, but wasn't too shabby either.
At the banquet, the bureau chief introduced Zhao Yu to a beautiful Arabian woman with thick eyebrows, big eyes, green pupils, and black hair. He said that this beautiful woman was the female police detective in charge of Miao Kun's disappearance case. Her name was Reina.
Zhao Yu's first impression of Reina when he saw her was that he was on fire.
Reina was the kind of woman with a voluptuous figure and well-defined lines. She was a beauty with just the right temperament, whether it was her figure proportion or her appearance.
Zhao Yu thought that women in Arab countries like Morocco weren't that open, but after seeing Reina, he changed his mind.
Reina was wearing a neat police uniform and a black beret. In addition to looking valiant, she also looked enchanting. She was really pleasing to the eye.
D * mn it, my grandma … Zhao Yu thought to himself. Could the Moroccan police have taken the opportunity to drug me?
It's said that women in the Arab world have no status. Why would they send a female police detective to me for no reason?
Look at this woman's big eyes blinking. Could it be that … they want to use a honey trap on me?
Hehe …
Zhao Yu thought to himself. If that's the case, you guys are going for wool and come home shorn! Hehehe …
"Police Officer Zhao, Police Officer Zhao?" Seeing Zhao Yu's smirk, Reina was a little embarrassed. She had to speak in Chinese, which wasn't very fluent. "Hello! This is our first time working together. Please take care of me. "
"Oh …" Seeing that she took the initiative to extend her right hand, Zhao Yu came back to his senses. He quickly held the Arabian beauty's plump hand and chuckled. "Not a problem, not a problem …"
Seeing that Zhao Yu was almost drooling, Ding Lan, who was next to him, covered her face in embarrassment.
"Because I've learned Chinese, it's convenient for us to communicate …" Reina said indifferently. "That's why the bureau chief sent me here to work with you … Let's have a good time working together and find the missing person as soon as possible …"
Reina's Chinese wasn't fluent, and many of her words were out of tune. However, Zhao Yu was more and more fascinated by her. He was still staring at her lecherously, which made Ding Lan even more embarrassed.
After the banquet, Reina took the initiative to approach Zhao Yu. She handed Zhao Yu her business card and asked enthusiastically, "Police Officer Zhao, in order for us to cooperate better and get to know each other better, why don't we go to a bar and have a few drinks?
"We have a very famous cocktail made with fruit juice. It's called Desire. You'll definitely like it."
"Oh?" Zhao Yu found that Reina deliberately stood very close to him when she was talking to him, so that her unique feminine fragrance would impact his desire.
It seemed that this woman really had ulterior motives, he thought to himself.
At this time, Ding Lan, who was behind Zhao Yu, had already noticed that something was wrong. She gently pulled Zhao Yu from behind, reminding him to be more vigilant.
"I heard that Arabians don't drink …" Zhao Yu purposely took a step forward and leaned in front of Reina, touching her hot body.
"I'm not Arabian," Reina said with a smile. "You can tell by looking at my eyes that my father is French!"
Zhao Yu could be considered an expert in this field. He could clearly feel that Reina was seducing him. Her purpose in seducing him was to get information about Miao Kun's disappearance case.
It seemed that the local police had also sniffed out something important from this case.
If it had been in the past, Zhao Yu might have chosen to beat her at her own game. He would have had a good taste of this beauty and taken advantage of her. Then, instead of letting her get any information about him, he would try to pry some information out of her.
However, Zhao Yu looked at Ding Lan, who was next to him. Then, he thought about his girlfriend, Miao Ying, and his missing father-in-law, Miao Kun. After thinking about it again and again, he still felt that it would be inappropriate to act rashly.
Moreover, he knew that Reina was definitely not as easy to deal with as he thought. If he couldn't deal with her, it would be disadvantageous to him.
So, he put away his greedy face and said to Reina seriously, "I think there will be plenty of opportunities to drink. Let's talk about it later. Let's get down to business first!"
"Mm …" Reina was obviously surprised and looked embarrassed.
"Police Officer Reina," Zhao Yu said. "The body of the victim in this case should be in your police station, right? Let's go, take me to see it now! "
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