I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The golden sky on the horizon has begun to dim, the night is beginning to appear, and several gleaming stars can already be seen in the sky.

The journey was not far, but because Guangyou was walking slowly, it took more than ten minutes to return to the office.

Standing on the ground floor of the office, Guangyou did not go upstairs, but stopped in front of the mailbox hanging on the wall of the corridor on the ground floor.

Open the mailbox that belongs to the office, there are not many things in it, you can scan it all at a glance: a few envelopes, a stacked newspaper, and of course, there are many evil small advertisements.

The others had nothing to do with Guangyou, and he had no interest, just took them out along the way, and his attention was all placed on one of the kraft paper envelopes.

When he saw the envelope, Guangyou mumbled: "It's okay, at least nothing went wrong."

This letter was naturally the one he wrote for Kuromu Tetsuya, and it contained a power of attorney, as well as the commission money that Kuromu Tetsuya had packed in his schoolbag before.

In order to prevent Uncle Maori from being suspicious, Guangyou asked Kuroki Tetsu to post a stamp just now.

Judging from the current situation, there is no major problem, and it should be able to bluff Uncle Maori.

After emptying the mailbox, Guangyou carried his schoolbag to the second floor.

"Uncle, there is a letter from you."

As soon as he entered the door, Guangyou put the pile of letters directly on Uncle Maori's desk, then sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and watched it.

"Is it the electricity bill again?"

Uncle Maori sitting on the chair put his feet on the table down, picked up one of them and tore open his eyes, then said in surprise, "This letter is still pieced together from the words in the newspaper...you Our daughter has been kidnapped by us. If we want her to survive, we will send one million in cash to Mihua Park at 5 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If you call the police, you will be at your own risk."

After reading the content of the letter, Uncle Maori remembered his daughter's karate level, then shook his head and exclaimed: "The current level of liar business is not very good..."

"Sister Xiaolan should be back?" Guangyou pretended to rub his stomach and asked, "I'm a little hungry."

"I've been back long ago. I guess it's in the kitchen upstairs now. If you are hungry, there should be one or two packs of biscuits in the refrigerator. You can pad it." Uncle Maori answered and picked up another letter.

Guangyou replied nonchalantly: "Forget it, save your stomach for dinner."

"Huh? Why is someone sending me money?"

Upon hearing these words, Guangyou, who was lying on the sofa, quickly changed his posture and began to listen.

Seeing that there were several ten-thousand-yuan notes in the envelope, Uncle Maori's expression was very stunned, but when he saw the power of attorney inside, he understood that it was not a win, but came to work.

It is of course happy to have money, but he still has words in his mouth: "This is the kind of person who is unwilling to come. If you don't give the money first, who will accept this kind of commission."

As soon as these words were said, Guangyou knew that things were almost settled, but whether he would accept it or not, it didn't matter what Guangyou was, he did everything he could.

If you don't pick it up, you can't do it, just return the money to Hemu Zhe later.

He also thought about this situation, so there is an address attached to it. If Uncle Maori doesn't accept the entrustment, he can send it back at this address.

However, how could Uncle Maori refuse. He opened the power of attorney and glanced at the content and nodded, saying to himself: "It turns out to be investigating the other party's private life, okay, just take it on the face of the money sent. , Just why both husband and wife have to investigate?"

"Could it be that another person wants to mix up other people's feelings? If that's the case, this commission can't be accepted."

Looking at the content of the power of attorney, Uncle Maori frowned. The money was supposed to be kept as private money, but the content of the commission was a bit strange. If it was really as he thought, then the commission would never be accepted.

Helping others to destroy other people's families sounds very immoral.

To confirm this, Uncle Maori read the power of attorney again. This time he read it more carefully. After reading all the contents carefully, he heaved a sigh of relief: "It turns out that the parents are investigating the children, so it makes sense. "

"I accepted the entrustment, just follow the above statement, and the investigation will begin tomorrow." Uncle Maori put away the letter of entrustment, looked around and made sure that there was no one other than Guangyou, and then stuffed the money into his pocket. in.

As if afraid that Guangyou would give Xiaolan a short report, Uncle Maori also discussed with Guangyou: "Xiao... Guangyou, don't tell your sister Xiaolan, I will go out and buy you some delicious food for this money. ..."

Hearing this, Guangyou stretched out his finger and clicked on his chin, pretending to think for a while, and said: "I want to eat the new butter cake from the nearby cake shop, uncle..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Maori waved his hand and said proudly: "Isn't it just a cake? I'll buy it for you later, but you can't buy too big, kids should eat less."

"Just eat something."

Hearing Guangyou's answer, Uncle Maori was obviously very satisfied and praised: "You are more sensible than the spectacle kid. I will buy you cakes when the case is over."

After saying this, Uncle Maori began to clean up the letters on the table, advertisements and other useless letters similar to the previous blackmail letters were thrown into the trash can.

At this time, one of the small advertisements caught the attention of Uncle Maori. Looking at the words and pictures on it, he said: "When this case is over, I will take you to this place to have a hot spring. By the way, you can go hiking and hiking. "

"Is it really just going to the hot springs?" Guangyou turned his head and glanced at the pretending look of Uncle Maori, and thought of the peculiarities of the hot springs, with some doubts in his heart.

Naturally, it is impossible to say this, otherwise a thunderous meal is indispensable, he is not that stupid yet.

That being said, it is a good thing for Uncle Maori to take them to hot springs, and there are many benefits from hot springs. It is indeed a good thing in life to go out to relax in a hot spring, so he cannot refuse.

"That's it. I'll go downstairs and buy some beer."

Speaking of Uncle Maori, he got up from the chair, moved a little, and walked out the door with the newspaper that he had just delivered.

Now that Uncle Maori has accepted the commission, Guangyou has no reason to continue to install it here, so he turned off the TV and prepared to go upstairs to see the situation.

Compared with the second floor, the third floor has less commercial atmosphere and more homey flavor. Kwangyou can smell the aroma of the dishes from the kitchen as soon as you push the door.

Conan sat there in the hall with a book in his hand. This time it was not "Holmes", but another detective novel.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Conan teased without raising his head: "Yeah, you are willing to come back."

"What are you talking about? It makes me feel like I don't go home every day." Guangyou cast a blank eye on Conan, then went straight to the room, leaving a sentence, "Call me for dinner, thank you."

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