elf detective agency

After teasing with Pichu for a while, the woman gradually relaxed.

Pichu also felt that time was almost up, and reluctantly left her arms and returned to Yuan Zeyu's shoulders.

"Feel sorry."

The woman said slightly apologetically.

Only then did she come to her senses and wonder what she was here to do.

Yuan Zeyu smiled and said: "It's okay, now, can we talk about your commission?"

Nod.

"That's right, I suspect that my husband... my husband may have someone else outside."

There was silence in the office.

But the more this happens, the more embarrassed the woman will feel.

"Ahem, can you tell me the specific situation?"

It was Yuan Zeyu who immediately eased the awkward atmosphere in the office.

He almost remembered the identity of the woman in front of him.

I once had a glimpse of it in the Cannes Morning News.

Together with a group of Cannes bosses, standing next to the director of the Cannes Power Station, they seemed to be a couple.

This image flashed through my mind.

The wife of the director of the Cannes Power Station

Zhao Qingxue

She looked embarrassed and pursed her lips.

Choosing a small detective agency certainly has the benefits of a small detective agency.

Not many people know.

"He...recently, he comes back very late every day, very late, and there is some strange smell on his body, and sometimes he even changes his clothes.

I fell asleep when I got home, feeling very tired. "

Coming home very late, smelling strange, changing clothes, tired.

Adding up these many points, the probability of cheating is indeed very high.

Wenya approached and held Zhao Qingxue's shoulders.

As a woman, I can understand it more or less.

Yuan Zeyu turned the pen in his hand, pondered for a moment and then nodded, "According to the information you provided, madam, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

However, as a detective, I don't recommend drawing conclusions before it is determined.

Madam, if you are willing to believe in our detective agency and my words, give me three days.

I will give you an accurate answer in three days. "

Zhao Qingxue bit her lip.

"I have a request."

"Please say."

"I hope that no one outside this room will know about this..."

Yuan Zeyu looked at Wenya standing behind her and smiled: "Don't worry, we are very professional."

"Pipi"

Pichu tapped his chest three times with his little hand and made a vow.

Looking at its cute appearance, Zhao Qingxue burst into laughter.

Yuan Zeyu gave Wenya a look.

She signaled immediately.

Take out a document from the nearby bookshelf.

"In that case, let's simply sign a contract and pay some deposit. If we don't give you an accurate answer after three days, the deposit will be fully refunded."

There are many regulations in the contract, a thick stack, but it just looks very professional.

Zhao Qingxue hesitated for a moment, took out a pen from his bag and signed his name.

Sarna’s limited edition pen, is it so exaggerated?

Yuan Zeyu was calm on the surface, but he was not at all calm on the inside.

"What about the deposit..." Zhao Qingxue put away her pen and asked.

"The specific situation cannot be determined until it is completed. You can give some appropriately to use as expenses during the investigation."

When I heard that the expenses were going to be used in the investigation, I immediately understood.

He opened his wallet and took out a thick stack of money.

In an instant, Yuan Zeyu's eyes lit up, and Piqiu's eyes standing on his shoulders also glowed, as if the electric current stored in the electric capsule gathered in his eyes.

money

big money

"cough"

Seeing their appearance, Wenya coughed angrily.

Enough is enough

Don't act like you've never seen money or the world.

Fortunately, Zhao Qingxue did not notice their looks, otherwise he might have to consider whether to place a commission here.

"In that case, Mr. Detective, here is 5000 yuan. If it is not enough, you can call me at any time. I just hope to get an accurate answer, and I hope not to let my husband know."

On top of the pile of money was a gold-rimmed business card.

It says.

"Zhao Qingxue, General Manager of Cannes Hotel."

General Manager of Cannes Hotel...

It seems that this Zhao Qingxue is not a housewife...

"I understand. I will reply to you as soon as possible. Here is my business card. If you want to know the situation, you can call me at any time."

With Pichu holding on to his collar, he quietly collected the money.

"Okay, then I'll give you my husband's business card..." Zhao Qingxue nodded and prepared to take out the business card.

Yuan Zeyu stood up directly, "No need, I know who to investigate. Don't worry, we are very professional."

After saying that, he said to Wenya again, "Wenya, take care of the guests, I'm going to do my work."

嘭

The door is closed.

Only two women were left staring at each other.

Wenya smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry, Zeyu is very professional."

You don’t even need to know the entrusted target. Is this so professional?

Zhao Qingxue's confused eyes made Wen Ya even more embarrassed.

He could only explain: "Zeyu...has a photographic memory. He may have seen you and your husband in the newspaper or somewhere."

Zhao Qingxue suddenly realized.

If so, it makes sense.

However, upon hearing Wenya's words, Zhao Qingxue tightened the business card in her hand.

When carrying Wen Ya on his back, his eyes flickered, and he no longer looked nervous or panicked just now.

There was even a faint arc at the corner of his mouth.

......

Leave the detective agency.

Yuan Zeyu trotted along with Piqiu.

"Skin"

what are you doing

glanced at it.

"You are young, don't run away immediately, what will you do if you regret it?"

"Skin..."

Pichu was stunned.

It suddenly dawned on him, and he patted his neck with a look of admiration.

Makes sense.

"Skin"

So what do we do now

"Go get to know her husband."

With that said, he stopped a taxi.

Pichu looked at him in surprise.

The most commonly used means of transportation for them is Route [-]. They only take the bus when they go to the suburbs for training. When did they have the luxury of taking a taxi?

"Master, Cannes Power Station, help me print the invoice."

"okay"

The taxi driver was very straightforward, turned on the meter, stepped on the accelerator and jumped out.

Just kidding, these are all necessary expenses during the commission and can be reimbursed.

If you don't sit, you don't sit.

However, although Zhao Qingxue's perfume smelled very strong just now, it seemed to be mixed with some special smell. It was a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember it...

Shaking his head, he shook the irrelevant thoughts out of his mind.

What smell someone has on his body has half a dime to do with him

"It's strange. Why are so many people running to the power station recently? They all seem to be trainers like you. Is there some kind of cherished spirit?" the taxi driver suddenly said casually.

Yuan Zeyu raised his eyebrows.

He immediately stopped smiling and said, "Are there many people running to the power station recently?"

"Yes, I alone gave away two. Brother, you are the third one. It seems that there are other people in our company, but they just don't know what happened."

The taxi master wanted to say something else, but found that Yuan Zeyu had already fallen into deep thought.

There are so many people going to the Cannes Power Station, what are you doing?

Soon, the taxi stopped at the power station located in the southern suburbs of Cannes.

Give the money and get out of the car.

But they saw two police cars parked in the open space in front of the power station.

thing.

It seemed like something was developing that he didn't expect...