The full-time bodyguard of the beautiful president

After returning home, Yang Yiru gave Su Chen half a day off.

After taking a shower, she made a video call with her girlfriend who was abroad.

As soon as the best friend started the video, she was startled when she saw Yang Yiru covered in a white mask: "Miss, it's late at night here, is it really okay for you to apply a mask like a ghost?"

Yang Yiru said angrily: "I was disturbed by the information you collected last night, so I was restless and didn't sleep well. I came home today and found that the corners of my eyes were a little tight, so I quickly put it to sleep."

"It's good for you. It's not easy for me to work hard. I don't know why the private detective I hired was so unlucky. He died in a car accident the evening before yesterday. I just received the news today. His family members Find me with a few clues, I can't help it, someone killed someone, so I gave more money."

Yang Yiru tore off the mask and exclaimed, "Dead? How did you die?"

"It was just a traffic accident. It is estimated that he was drunk and drove blindly, knocked over the fence on the side of the road and fell into the river. When the police rescued him, he was already dead."

"What do the family members say?" Yang Yiru asked hurriedly.

My best friend smiled and said, "Why are you so nervous? His family said he had a habit of drinking. It's a pity that I asked him to chase the clues for two weeks and it ended because of this."

Yang Yiru felt that she was thinking too much. She thought the detective was suspicious, so she asked concerned. She was relieved after hearing what her best friend said, and then went back to the bathroom to apply another mask and continued chatting.

"Then does his family have any reliable information for you?"

My best friend nodded: "Yes, I wanted to tell you when I got the information, but you have jet lag in the early morning, so I didn't call you, and your phone has not been in the service area, I guess you sat there last night. The reason why the ship went to the high seas."

"Tell me, what did you find?" Yang Yiru asked.

"Not much, but it's shocking. Do you know Mr. Saeki, the fencing master of the British Empire?" My friend asked.

Yang Yiru shook her head: "I don't know much about Britain."

"This man is one of the few admired figures in the British Empire. He enjoys the inheritance of dukes. He is the only living duke. He is also a master fencing master in the British Empire. The detective I hired found that you seem to be It seems to have a relationship with this Duke of Zueki. When he went to a reception in the British high society, he once saw a painting exhibition collected by Duke of Zueki in the open museum of Duke of Zueki. You said This Su Chen, some of the annotations on the portrait recorded by the detective in the data seem to be a group photo taken at the sword-giving ceremony a few years ago."

"Sword awarding ceremony?" Yang Yiru thought for a while: "Wait a minute, does this mean the inheritance ceremony?"

The girlfriend also thought for a while and said, "It should be about the same."

Yang Yiru grasped the key point: "Then who is awarded the sword, and who is awarded the sword?"

My best friend shook her head: "I don't know about that, but when this detective involves the Duke of Zueber, he has a lot of energy. After all, this old man is a very capable person. There are fencing apprentices in the British Empire all over the country. They are all sons of nobles, so his status in the British Empire is very high. The detectives I hired are not qualified to touch it. It’s just that when I heard the secretary of Duke Zueki introduce this painting at this exhibition, I especially admired the one in the photo. People, it is enough to show that Su Chen should have some relationship with Duke Zuebo, so it can be concluded that the man you want to investigate is not simple."

Yang Yiru fell into deep thought, and said for a long time: "No, that's not enough. It's not enough to see his motive for approaching me. After your analysis, I doubt why he approached me even more. It stands to reason that he is not short of money. people, and I seem to have nothing but a little money."

The best friend raised her brows: "Could it be that he really went to fuck you?"

Yang Yiru: "Fuck you, I'm serious. Since the Duke of Zuobo can't be checked, then don't check it for now. I'd like to trouble you to go to that hospital to help me check the patients who donated my heart. If possible, by the way, help me find out if any man has approached my hospital bed when I was in a coma during the operation."

"Miss, I've tried my best on this matter. The doctor in charge of your surgery just won't let go. What can I do? Also, the voice of the man who talked to you when you were unconscious didn't mean it was a dream. Is it?"

Yang Yiru is very decisive: "No, it's not a dream. Although I'm unconscious, I can still vaguely remember the sincerity in this voice and the warmth of his holding my palm."

The girlfriend was speechless: "Then you haven't seen that man?"

Yang Yiru shook her head, but in the process of shaking her head, an intermittent image popped up in her mind, exclaiming: "Yes, I remembered, I remembered his back, yes, this is not a dream! "

The best friend rolled her eyes and smiled wryly: "It's just a back view, even if you draw it and ask me to find this person, it's Haidilao."

Yang Yiru sighed: "Then you should help me look up the information of Ms. Mengyao who donated her heart. All these years, I only know that she has an orphanage property in Huaxia. I don't know anything else. Even if you find out Her family members who are alive today are also good. I really want to thank them in person. It is best to go to her tomb to pay homage to her. In the past few years, when I think of someone willing to donate their heart, I know how difficult it is. So I also try to live a good life, but I feel guilty that I can't pay homage to this donor."

"Okay, but don't worry, it's been four years, these things still have to be done slowly, I mainly start with the attending doctor, I guess he knows something about what happened back then. What does this bastard say is a donor It is inconvenient to reveal to me that we are grateful to Xie Dai, and we are not here to seek revenge. When this guy mentioned the matter of Ms. Mengyao’s heart donation four years ago, he looked very terrified like seeing a ghost, which made him say It looks like someone will kill him to silence him when he exits." My best friend complained.

"Look, if you can use money as a breakthrough, tell me how much you need, and I'll call you." Yang Yiru said.

"Well, I see. I'll try other methods to see if I can pry his mouth open. Okay, let's do this first. I'm going to sleep."

Yang Yiru nodded, and then turned off the video. She leaned on the big bed and looked at the ceiling and murmured: "Fighting and gambling skills plus the fencing you know now? Su Chen or Dennis?"