Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

For example, Maltai begged Xu Linlong to let him go and promised to give Xu Linlong a benefit fee.

As for Xu Linlong, a man who was seriously ill and about to die, all he could think about was leaving something for his family, his wife and son, so that they could live a stable life.

So, Xu Linlong accepted Martel’s deal?

He let Martel go, then sat alone in the mountains and died with a "bang" shot?

It seems that this is the most consistent with the development of events.

While thinking about this, many pictures flashed through Yuan Fugui's mind, including the figure, words, and criminal investigation notes of the crime team boss, Xu Linlong's wife...

Good cop.

Lao Xu is a good policeman.

These are all mixed with Yuan Fugui's cold suspicion.

But these are difficult to prove——

Including whether Xu Linlong was seriously ill, it was impossible to draw an accurate conclusion. He must have known that he was ill when he was examined in the hospital.

It was already 17 years ago. Which hospital? The hospital's medical records must have been deleted long ago.

Yuan Fugui thought again:

Even if I were to find the medical record, I would tell the chief of the crime team that Xu Linlong had a reason to commit suicide.

So the current direction of the investigation should be to investigate Xu Linlong, his relationship with Martel, and check the bank accounts of Xu Linlong's wife and son to see if there were any unidentified funds more than ten years ago.

Will Xu Linlong change from a good guy to a bad guy? Discredit his epitaph?

Is this what the chief of the crime squad wants to see? is it necessary?

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In complicated thoughts, Yuan Fugui left the forensic center.

When she was picking up her car from a parking space on the side of the road, she bumped into a fat man in black.

Yuan Fugui asked, why are you here?

"I just went to meet a customer. By the way, I haven't seen him for a while. Don't you have any cases to ask me for help?" The fat man smiled charmingly, "Inspector Yuan, are your recent cases so smooth?"

Yuan Fugui has a sense of arrogance in his bones. She really didn't want to use the "four minutes of soul summoning" method.

The fat man said, "Inspector Yuan, I heard that you went to the old case team. Most of the murderers in the cases you are involved with now have gone to the City of Missing."

The fat man pointed at the blue sky: "Actually, you can change your mind. Buddhists often say that you can put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. The same goes for murderers who have committed crimes.

Wrong, it's just a process on the timeline. In the long life and ghost life, there are too many thoughts of good and evil, and they are all just a moment.

Generally speaking, people will do wrong things. The key is, after doing it, do you regret it or not? If you regret it, you are good..."

"Okay, okay." Yuan Fugui couldn't listen anymore.

I already have the eccentric Chen Jinshui beside me, and now I have this fat guy.

Yuan Fugui said, "Isn't it okay for me to ask you for help? Damn it! It's okay anyway!"

"That's right." The fat man smiled.

"But it's not me who wants to meet. I will arrange for someone to meet Xu Linlong in the City of Missing." Yuan Fugui thought of that person.

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In the general manager's office of Lanyue Club.

Martel sat on the sofa and tapped the coffee table with his hand, da. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

These movements have no meaning, they are just instinctive.

There was a bowl of peanut soup on the coffee table, and Martel stirred it with a spoon.

The assistant next to him was reporting on today's business arrangements.

"At 3 p.m., the village secretary of Aitam Village will come here to play golf."

"You tell Boss Lai from the battlefield to come over, arrange a box, and bring a vase." Martel said.

"understood."

"At 5 p.m., Section Chief Chen from the Land Bureau made an appointment to play golf."

"Let the new female PR manager play ball with him."

"understood."

"Also, Director Chen's son asked if you have any business concerns recently?"

"Mr. Chen?" Martel thought for a while, "Is he the one who runs the auto repair shop?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you ask Driver Wang of the team to crash the Rolls-Royce you just bought and take it to the repair shop for repairs."

"How much impact will it take?" the assistant asked.

"whatever."

Martel wears a suit and tie, and wears a Patali watch. These are the things he has to deal with every day, making everything rational in a subtle relationship.

"At seven o'clock in the evening, you invited Mr. Chen from the real estate company to dinner, and you have reserved a box;

At [-] o'clock in the evening, Nick's Bar opens. Their boss invites you to come, and I have prepared sober medicine for you.

This is the arrangement for today. "

After the assistant finished speaking, he closed the notepad, glanced at Martel, and was suddenly stunned. He saw tears in the corners of Martel's eyes, holding a bowl and drinking peanut soup.

This was the first time the assistant saw Martel cry, which was so abnormal.

This middle-aged boss, who manipulated all kinds of relationships and had every right and wrong, actually cried.

The assistant handed over a tissue and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Ma, what's wrong with you?"

Martel came back to his senses, wiped the corners of his eyes, took the peanut soup bowl and asked, "Who made this bowl of peanut soup? Ask the chef to come see me."

This bowl of peanut soup was different from what he usually drank.

Martai's favorite drink is peanut soup. Because of his preference, Lanyue Club cooks peanut soup every day.

But although the peanut soup that Martel usually drank tasted good, it was completely different from what he drank today.

It has been 30 years, and the last time he drank peanut soup like this was when he was a child.

When he was 12 years old, he couldn't sleep one night and wanted to drink peanut soup.

The shops were closed, so his father made it for him.

My father went to the kitchen and was making peanut soup. There happened to be turtle eggs in the refrigerator, so he added a few to it.

Martel took a sip of the steaming peanut soup and said, Dad, this tastes weird, but it tastes good.

The father chuckled, "It tastes good. If my son likes it, I will make it for you every day."

However, since that night, he has never had peanut soup like this again, and he has never seen his father again.

After all the memories, Martel's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

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After a while, Chen Jinshui walked in and said, "Mr. Ma, are you looking for me?"

"Did you make this peanut soup?"

"Correct."

"What's in it?"

"Squid eggs."

"Why did you think of adding this?"

Chen Jinshui said seriously:

This is an improved recipe from a traditional famous dish, "Soft-shell Turtle, Lily and Peanut Soup". Boiling soft-shell turtle with peanuts can bring out the umami flavor. On the contrary, boiling soft-shell turtle eggs with peanut soup can bring out the most special flavor in a bowl of ordinary peanut soup. .

"I cook with my heart, I am Hong Kong sincere!" Chen Jinshui said.

"Are you from Guangcheng?"

"Correct."

Great, he is a fellow countryman. Martel asked again, "Then you can make Daliang sand jumping sand?"

"Janan breast is a perfect match." Chen Jinshui smiled.

Sure enough, I know how to eat. It’s been a long time since I’ve had dishes with these weird flavors.

Martel said, "Master Chen, I have a request. Can you invite you to my home and cook me a table of famous Guangcheng snacks? Ask the Michelin chef to buy the ingredients needed and ask him to help you. I Here you go... 2."

Martel wanted this taste, the taste of nostalgia.

Chen Jinshui was so excited that the opportunity came. He had inquired with pc1486 before and found out that Martel lived alone.

Chen Jinshui thought:

Just going to Marte's home and cooking for him is a perfect opportunity to get close to Marte.

If he showed off his hypnosis skills again and made Martel confess to the crime of killing Xu Linlong, maybe the black gun was hidden in his house. Wouldn't this case be solved in minutes?

I'm such a talent, ahem, calm. Chen Jinshui controlled his emotions and pretended to look sad.

"3."

"Mr. Ma, you misunderstood." Chen Jinshui waved his hand, "It's not about money. I just came here to work, and it's not appropriate to ask a Michelin chef to help me. I can bring a fellow countryman to help, okay? I will definitely arrange the dishes for you properly."

"I'm looking forward to it." Martel showed a sincere smile and looked at Chen Jinshui.