Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

The irritable townspeople are no different from the fools in any work of art. With a little incitement, they will burst out with amazing cohesion and deterrence, shouting in unison to execute the reincarnation of the devil.

Some places are very opposed to the appearance of black hair and red eyes, and this is supported by historical traditions.

But black hair and red eyes are not something you can choose. Feng Qingyu also feels wronged about this. If you can pinch your face when you are born, you must pinch yourself a 36D figure.

The medical examiner walked away from the body, glanced at his notepad, and reported his findings to the female officer who was questioning him.

"The estimated time of death was between 7:00 and 7:30 p.m. The cause of death was mechanical asphyxiation. The murder weapon was probably a hemp rope, which has not been found yet."

"Any more?"

"The rest is still under investigation. There are only footprints of Drake and Filin around the body. Filin claimed that Drake strangled the man and dismembered him, but there are still many doubts in the case and the motive for the murder needs to be analyzed."

"understood."

Feng Qingyu listened to their conversation quietly, and suddenly remembered that she was still calculating the employees' wages in the living room at that time. At that time, she used financial software to print a payroll, which also had the exact printing time.

In order to prevent the furniture in the house from being stolen and damaged, the surveillance camera in the living room was also turned on and functioning normally. She had a complete alibi, so there was no need to be questioned here as a criminal and waste precious time.

Afterwards, the Feng family mansion also became the focus of the police investigation. Feng Qingyu was very glad that he did not save the electricity bill that could prove his innocence. The surveillance video was irrefutable evidence and no processing was done. The police were professionals and knew it at a glance.

The person in the video has been busy sitting in front of the computer for a long time and has not left since six o'clock in the evening.

Unfortunately, she is not the criminal in this big case. The real criminal is still lurking in the dark in this mansion. She and this family seem to be dragged into a deeper vortex.

32. Detective Agency

The police officer who had previously accused Feng Qingyu of being the criminal was somewhat embarrassed, but still unwilling to admit his mistake. Ordinary people have deep-rooted prejudices against the infected, and even if they wrongly accuse the infected, they will whitewash their own mistakes.

"Tsk, damn infected. Just because you didn't commit a crime this time doesn't mean you won't do it next time. Violence and cruelty are engraved in your blood. No matter how much time passes, you will still be the same. You will never be able to control your desire to commit crimes!"

She left with gritted teeth after saying this.

Another middle-aged male police officer looked at his companion's back and couldn't help but sigh, "Well, Ms. Feng Qingyu, I'm sorry that my subordinates behaved so unprofessionally in this case. She lost her family when she was young, in a brutal case of extermination... Her family was killed by several vicious infected fugitives. Therefore, she hates the infected and thinks they are born criminals."

"I regret."

Feng Qingyu understood this, but did not agree with it.

No one is born a criminal or a bad person. Those who go astray are mostly influenced by their living environment and the people around them, and ultimately make choices that deviate from the right path.

Not every infected person is lucky enough to encounter a place like Rhodes Island, and many are still struggling in the corners of this land.

The male police officer talked to her about the case for a while, and then ordered his men to search the scene again. The result was bound to be nothing. The murderer was particularly cruel and cunning. He placed the body here as if he was displaying a work of art, deliberately letting others see it.

He has the confidence to avoid being discovered and a strong desire to perform. He is a real pervert.

As time passed, the crowd of onlookers finally dispersed, and the people in the Feng family mansion were questioned and their statements were taken one by one. Everyone was very tired.

It was almost midnight the next day, and Feng Qingyu lay in bed, tossing and turning. Something was tugging at his heartstrings, causing him pain and itchiness, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"No...I want to check some information."

She always felt that there was some kind of connection between the worker named Lao Zhang who died in the factory before and the person who died tonight. The similar age was one point, and the owner of the tea factory should also be included in the scope of investigation because his son was also the deceased.

Not long after lying down, she got up again, turned on the light, wrote down her trivial thoughts in a notebook, and drew a relationship chart. If she could find a chance to go to Mannheim again and ask some older elders, she would know the connection between these people.

If they don't want to talk, then spend some money to find someone to find out. There must be some unknown secrets behind the seemingly independent deaths that have no connection with each other.

The red-haired Sarkaz next to him was half asleep and half awake. He felt the person next to him suddenly get up and mutter at the desk, and was woken up as well.

Feng Qingyu was in a trance and kept talking to himself.

"I say, Ms. Kuroba, it's 11:45:14 pm now. You should go to bed now instead of thinking about all sorts of nonsense. You can investigate the case tomorrow. Don't be so hard on yourself... Yawn..."

"But I can't sleep."

"Maybe it's because I don't do it enough. If you were in Rhodes Island, everyone would line up for you to twist your waist, and you would definitely not have time to think about whether you can fall asleep, but to worry about whether you have enough sleep."

"you know too……"

Since leaving Rhode Island, her health has been getting better and better. She often feels energetic and even worried that she can't sleep. In a sense, it's a virtuous cycle.

But it is really frustrating to lie in bed and have trouble falling asleep.

But what Startel said was right. It was impossible to find anything if you tried to check late at night. People always need to sleep. It would be better to lie down and recuperate before going the next day.

To help him sleep, Feng Qingyu found a bottle of strong red wine in the wine cellar.

The bastard father had no other skills, but he had a good eye for collecting wine. All his stuff was genuine and he could make a profit by selling it. Some of the rarer and discontinued red wines were even more valuable.

Each bottle of wine had a price tag, and she found a bottle that cost 20w Longmen coins, opened it and took a few sips, just like drinking mineral water. Apart from the bitterness and spiciness, there was also a hint of sourness, and there was nothing special about this wine.

The only benefit is that it helps me sleep. After drinking half a bottle of wine, I fell into a deep sleep and slept until the next morning.

When he went out, he saw several police cars parked on the roadside. Feng Qingyu didn't want to be restricted by the police, nor did he want to be stopped and questioned at this point, so he immediately took a detour from the small road behind the mansion and fled.

She didn't commit any crime though.

"Where to?"

There was a flash of bright red in the back seat.

Feng Qingyu originally didn't let Surtel come along, as the latter was worried that she would need strong protection and didn't want his colleague to act alone no matter what.

The situation in Victoria is turbulent right now, with danger lurking everywhere.

"Go find a detective agency and ask them to help investigate the connection between Mannheim and the recent deaths. I can't fit in with my appearance, and those guys are also shouting about the devil with black hair and red eyes. It's too inefficient to do it myself. I might as well spend some money to find a private detective to investigate."

"Not a bad idea. It would be too difficult for a fool like you to investigate the case."

"Duoba, actually my IQ is 180."

……

The car drove out of the suburbs and into the urban area of ​​Duolun County as the two of them complained back and forth. Feng Qingyu asked the housekeeper which detective agency in Duolun County was reliable, and he found a business card from the drawer and gave it to her.

The business card was very simple, with white letters on a black background, and it was a little wrinkled. It only had the detective's name, phone number and address, without even a pattern. The detective himself seemed very poor.

"Chris Oscar, this name sounds like an actor's name. Is it a combination of Captain America and Oscar prize money?"

"Who is Captain America?"

"A Colombian superhero, very handsome."

Feng Qingyu did not go into detail about who Captain America was, as it would be very troublesome to explain. Fortunately, Sulter did not continue to ask questions and continued to have a friendly conversation with the oversized bucket of ice cream in his hand.

As compensation for waking her up last night, Feng Qingyu bought the most expensive ice cream, spending several hundred Longmen coins.

The detective agency is located in a very remote area. Due to rent issues, it was not opened on the main street. Instead, a remote alley was chosen. The shop on the first floor is a small restaurant, and the detective agency is on the second floor.

The detective agency is very small, only a dozen square meters, and is next to several other shops. It is very inconspicuous. The only thing you can see is a sloppily carved sign - Oscar Detective Agency.

The detective must have carved it himself to save on labor costs.

There were a lot of cracks on the glass door, and it was just taped together with transparent tape without any repairs.

Can such a place really solve the problem? She is skeptical.

33. Commission

"咚咚-"

Feng Qingyu knocked politely on the shattered glass door. After knocking three or four times, someone inside responded. The person who responded had a lazy voice, and sounded a little like he had just woken up.

“Please… please come in…”

The slightly frivolous voice of a middle-aged man made Feng Qingyu not want to go in. Since he was recommended by the housekeeper Uncle Qi, he should be right.

There is a saying that goes, don't judge a book by its cover. Even if the detective sitting here is a little girl who looks only seven or eight years old, she must believe that the other party has extraordinary abilities.

There are too many things that need to be investigated, and Feng Qingyu has other things to do, so he is too lazy to investigate.

When she walked in, she first saw a gray-black ring floating in the air. When she got closer, she found that it was something on the head of a Lateran. The owner of the gray-black ring was undoubtedly a Sakota, but he was a fallen Sakota.

The Lateran man's office is filled with sweet treats.

The table next to him was piled with cookies, macarons, and candies of various brands. The items were not expensive but there were a lot of them, and each one was extremely sweet. The air was also filled with a sweet scent, which came from a half-eaten cream cake.

The trash can was filled with various sweets packaging, and there were several black garbage bags at the door, each of which was stuffed bulgingly. It seemed that the detective himself had not even considered going downstairs to throw them away.

There was no other person in the entire office, and the detective assistant was nowhere to be found, which made the overall hygiene conditions worrying.

The Lateran who was lying on the table sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes on the swivel chair, and looked at the visitor with his green eyes. It was a look of scrutiny and suspicion, not like that of a warm host.

His gaze focused on Feng Qingyu, looking him over and over again.

"Are you two here for a commission?"

"Yes, you are a detective?"

Feng Qingyu asked back, meeting his gaze.

Being stared at is never comfortable.

The detective first ruffled his messy gray short hair, then put on his black-framed glasses and looked at them again with a gaze that seemed to see through everything.

"Yes, may I ask what you need? The more difficult the commission, the higher the price. As long as it's not something like looking for a cat or a dog, I'll take it."

"I need you to check something."

It was very troublesome to describe them verbally one by one, so before leaving, Feng Qingyu sorted out all the text materials of recent deaths that occurred in the area near the factory at home, including newspapers and documents that he had looked up and printed out on the Internet.

The contents of the photos were unbearable to look at. They were all people who had died horribly, from various "accidents", including the former gardener who died at the doorstep of Feng Qingyu's house.

There is so much information about the deceased that it gives me a headache just looking at it.

It would be much better to let a local detective investigate than Feng Qingyu, a non-indigenous person who came to Victoria halfway.

"What to check?"

"Looking for connections between these dead people. I want to know what they have in common so that I can investigate further. Unfortunately, I have too many things to do and I don't have time."

"Okay, I'll charge you 50,000 Longmen coins for the entire commission. It's going to be a lot of hard work, and I'll need to run around for you and make inquiries from many sources. Others might not accept the offer."

"Fifty thousand...are you robbing?"

Surtel silently calculated the amount of ice cream that could be purchased with 50 Dragon Gate coins. Based on 1000 Dragon Gate coins per box, Dragon Gate coins could buy boxes.

With such an expensive commission fee, it would be better to entrust Rhodes Island and let Klosir investigate. She is definitely the Sarkaz who loves money the most in the world. As long as you give her money, she seems to agree to anything (bushi).

"Let's go. This is a shady shop. It'll be the same if we go to another detective agency. If you really can't find a suitable one, I...I'll help you check."

The red-haired Sarkaz felt bad about the money she had wasted. Her wish was to get 10,000 Dragon Gate coins from the money so she could eat ice cream or ice cream cake for three meals a day.

It would be better to give that much money to one of our own people rather than to a detective whose origins are unknown and who doesn't seem very reliable at first glance.

Feng Qingyu stared at the detective agency and nodded in agreement.

"Well, let's go. 1000 Dragon Gate coins can buy boxes of ice cream."

She would not suddenly slip her mind and give the hard-earned Longmen coins to a middle-aged man with a weird look. Generally speaking, the price of a commission in an ordinary detective agency is only a few thousand Longmen coins, and the more expensive ones are only about 10,000 or 20,000. Fifty thousand for a commission is really too much.

Perhaps the detective thought she was a rich second-generation who was stupid and rich, so he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune. Unfortunately, she was now only a second-generation with a lot of debt, not the silly daughter of a rich family that people envied.

The two of them had just stepped out of the detective agency, and before they could take a step back, the detective jumped up from the swivel chair as if frightened, ran to the door at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and blocked their way.

"Two - two beautiful ladies, the price is negotiable. I'll give you a discount. Don't leave. Other detective agencies don't charge much, but their efficiency is extremely low, and the follow-up costs are not small. I only charge once, and all subsequent services are included in the fee. There is no additional charge."

"So what?"

Feng Qingyu took the second step stubbornly and stood outside the door. The detective was unable to stop her from leaving.

Twenty thousand Longmen coins was the average price of the Duolun County Detective Agency, and she could not afford a higher price. If the detective was willing, she would sign the contract immediately, go home to deal with the factory affairs and wait for news from the detective.

She turned and looked at the detective, and found that the detective was looking at her too.

This Lateran man looked mysteriously familiar to me. I might have seen his face before somewhere.

Then, the detective showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"You...are really that man's daughter, right?"

……

Ten minutes later, they followed the detective to a nearby coffee shop. When the waiter came to ask, the detective ordered a glass of boiled water.

"More ice, please, thanks."

He didn't feel any guilt at all, but instead had a strange sense of proficiency.

Surtel whispered in Feng Qingyu's ear: "He must do this often."

"I think so too."