don't enter his amusement park

It is true that Xiangyuan only mentioned V-Cator and the title of murder detective, but he never said that V-Cator is a killer, and even the commission is ambiguous.

If it is the first time someone hears these titles, they will only associate V-Cator with the aforementioned homicide detective, rather than be sure that V-Cator received a murder commission.

This is another scheming.

He was turned into an army.

Pei Yuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiang Jianyuan mercifully let him go and did not continue to investigate.

He maintained the demeanor of a movie king, and continued: "The following story can also be regarded as the plot in the movie. The mother's only son Andre disappeared six years ago and there is no news of him so far. , he once received a check worth millions of dollars, but he declined it."

Xiang Yuan paused for a moment.

Pei Yuan remained silent, finally recovering from the thrill just now.

Xiang Jianyuan added: "He was not the only one who rejected the check. There were 11 other people who also rejected the check. They are all missing, and the case is still unsolved.”

Xiang Jianyuan raised his head slightly and looked at Pei Yuan: "Mr. Pei Yuan, you should know who those checks came from, right?"

Pei Yuan shook his head, and reluctantly said: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen this movie, but I guess, the person who wrote the check must be that Mr. Julian Menhe?"

"Then you guessed right, Mr. Pei Yuan. However, you don't have to keep pretending that you can't remember Julian Mendel's name. Even if you really can't remember it, after I've said it so many times, you should remember it gone."

Xiang Jianyuan's expression was cold. Both of them knew that Pei Yuan was just acting.

A little embarrassment appeared on Pei Yuan's face, but it was only a little bit, and he quickly calmed down: "I remember, please continue to talk about the following plot, I also want to hear it."

"If you still think this is someone else's story, I will tell you all." Xiang Jian paused, "The checks received by those twelve people did all come from Julian Mendel, who should have been the biggest case in this case." Suspect. However, no one investigated him, and in these 12 disappearances, Julian Mendel was excluded from the case as if forgotten, and the investigations of these disappearances were finally closed."

"That's really unfortunate. It seems that Mr. Mendel has something special about him." Pei Yuan thought about it, and at the same time, he was testing Xiang Jianyuan's evaluation of Julian Mendel.

This person is so familiar with the case of Julian Mendel, there must be some inside story, Pei Yuan is very curious about Xiang Yuan's opinion.

Xiang Jianyuan heard his subtext, and replied: "Julian is just a beautiful puppet with cotton wool in his head. His only advantage is that he can use that indistinguishable face to lure young men and women."

This... is really a blunt and very pertinent evaluation.

However, compared to the value of the face, the distance between each other is not lost to Julian Mendel.

Although Julian's appearance looks like a beauty, but those who are far away from each other are also mutual.

Pei Yuan deliberately stared at Xiang Jianyuan's flawless face and looked again and again, hoping that Xiang Jianyuan could understand what he meant.It's a pity that Xiang Yuan is still expressionless.

Between the lines, Pei Yuan could only hear that Xiang Jianyuan had a bad impression of Julian Mendel, he didn't even mention the other's surname, and called him by his first name.On top of that, he knew these things so well that there must be some reason why he had to know them.

Pei Yuan thought about this, and continued: "It seems that Mr. Mendel is not a good person, why is no one investigating him?"

"Someone looked into it, at least the victim's mother did, and although she found nothing, she didn't give up. She decided that Julian Mendel had kidnapped her son and killed him, and she asked the authorities several times to reopen the case. The case was reviewed, but all to no avail. Six months ago, she had nowhere to go and posted a video of her denunciation on the Internet in an attempt to attract public attention."

Having said that, Xiang Jianyuan stopped again and observed Pei Yuan's expression.

Pei Yuan's expression remained the same, only his pupils shrank slightly.

He knew what happened next, the mother's last attempt to kill her was also a failure, and the video she released was quickly drowned in the emptiness of the Internet world, without attracting the attention of the public.

"That video did not trigger public outcry."

Xiang Jianyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, so he took it naturally.

"The reason is simple, because the public does not know who Julian Mendel is, and no one will notice his existence. The mother was disheartened, but just a month later, on her son's birthday, she received A courier."

Pei Yuan held the knife and fork tightly, his knuckles turned blue slightly.

"It's a gift, but it's not for her son, but for her." Xiang Jianyuan deliberately betrayed it.

Pei Yuan's hand trembled, and the steak knife made a sharp sound on the dinner plate.

In this symbolic voice, Xiang Jianyuan said the rest of the words: "The poor mother opened the gift, only to find that it was—"

"—it's a finger bone."

Pei Yuan made a mechanical sound, it didn't seem to belong to him, or it was just another person who was not here, making the sound with his throat.

He also knew that the mother took the finger bone and did a DNA test, which proved that it was part of her son.She was convinced that the amputated finger had been sent by Julian Mendel deliberately to mock her, that he had stolen her son and still possessed him, while she had nothing.

The cornered mother was utterly enraged, and yet again, the investigation fell through, as before.The mother did not continue to beg the police to investigate, but made another decision.

This is why Pei Yuan is sitting here.

He threw down the knife and looked at Xiangjian: "Are you satisfied now, Mr. Xiangjian?"

Xiang Jianyuan pursed his lips tightly, even though he had the upper hand in the conversation, there was no trace of satisfaction on his face.

The conversation between the two reached a stalemate, and even the air was a few degrees colder.

Just then, a young man came over.

He is about 28 years old, with resolute features, sharp edges and corners, and a solemn and steady black tuxedo.Holding a silver tray with a cup of coffee, he walked calmly, at first glance he seemed to be the head waiter of the restaurant.

He went straight to Xiang Jianyuan, bowed slightly: "Master, I've been waiting for a long time."

He put down the coffee, and his movements were done in one go, smooth and smooth, more sophisticated than the most experienced waiter in the restaurant.

Xiang Jianyuan raised his eyes and introduced to Pei Yuan: "This is my housekeeper, Yi."

The butler greeted Pei Yuan slightly, then took half a step back and waited by Xiang Jianyuan's side.

Pei Yuan looked at the two suspiciously, wondering what tricks they were playing.

Xiang Jianyuan picked up the coffee comfortably and took a sip, with a calm and elegant posture, revealing the grace and luxury of being pampered since childhood.If it is not a person who has been immersed in that environment for a long time, even if he becomes a celebrity halfway, if he tries his best to imitate it, he will only draw a tiger dog and imitate it.

Pei Yuan glanced at the business card on the table. Xiang Xiangyuan was definitely not just the head of a biological company. He had a graceful posture, well-dressed clothes, and a personal butler. His background must be extraordinary.

For a while, Pei Yuan couldn't think of any royal survivors in the country that he didn't know about, but he caught a glimpse of the western name of "Mars" on the business card, and felt that Xiang Xiangyuan might be the blue blood of the western aristocrats, after all, his appearance It also has the profundity of Westerners.

Pei Yuan couldn't hold back, and gave up his candidate for the Best Actor Oscar, and asked straight to the point: "Who the hell are you? What's your purpose in looking for me?"

Pei Yuan knew very well that he had made many enemies on the road, and there were many people who wanted to get rid of him quickly.

This is because most of his goals are in the dark depths that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, but at the same time he abides by his own principles, never accepts the entrustment of those rich people, and has no professional ethics of "doing for money" in this line of work. While offending a large number of powerful people, there is no one to protect him, so naturally he is often targeted by people.As far as he knew, someone offered a reward to V-Cator on the black market a year ago, with the amount reaching hundreds of millions of dollars.

This amount of money Pei Yuan is very staggering, he has not earned a fraction of this amount so far, even Roy complained that the commission was too small, he was about to drink the Northwest Wind, threatened to resign every three days, and said that he would sell it if he really had no money in the future Pei Yuan, and then retired.

This is of course just Roy's joke, but it is also a reality on the other hand.Those who came to him at this time were not for money, but for people.

It is far from possible that Xiang Jian came here for money. This person should belong to the type who is so poor that only money is left, but if it is to kill him, then he should have done it long ago.However, now he is just drinking coffee leisurely, showing his calm posture, with only one butler making coffee by his side, and no bodyguards or snipers around.

So, what is he going to do?

Xiang Yuan put down his coffee gracefully, and his light-colored silver eyes fixedly looked at Pei Yuan: "Mr. Pei Yuan, I know your ability."

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The Demon King of Time: When will I appear on stage?Why can that sissy Julian beat me?It's not enough for him to be a stepping stone for me (hold grudges)!

Julian (lying on the gun): ...I feel like my days are numbered.

Author: ... yes.