The vest magic changes the earth

There was silence outside the window, the white gauze curtains were blown by the breeze, and the afternoon sun flowed in through the window like orange-flavored soda, warm and peaceful.

There was silence in the corridor, the sound of the wheels of the carts of the waiters, and the chatter and laughter of the detectives seemed to have disappeared at once.

Allen held his breath and stared out of the window, there was indeed something flashing past the window just now.The Capet mansion does not allow hot weapons to enter, and he can only hold a dagger pinned to his belt.

The ears of the fat cat in front were shaking, and its limbs gathered strength to jump out of the window, and jumped out of the window nimbly.

Allen heard someone screaming from below, it was a man's voice.

A little familiar, the thought flashed through his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a figure leaping in from the open window, Allen took a step forward reflexively, punched him with his right hand, and hit him with his knuckles.

The figure avoided it, and was hit on the cheek by his punch. With only one foot on the balcony, the body lost its balance and fell backwards.

He fell from the balcony again, and there was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the sound of the plants in the green belt below being smashed.

Allen: "..."

The moment the man was shot just now, he saw the face of this sneaky guy clearly.

It's an acquaintance, Randolph Carter.

Fortunately, this is the second floor, so I can't die.Allen stretched out his head to look, and the familiar face of Randolph Carter appeared below, sitting next to a poor broken bush, rubbing his shoulders and grinning.Seeing Allen, he raised his hand and gave him a middle finger.

The fat cat jumped back arrogantly, with disdain on his face.

The loud noise of Randolph's landing has attracted many people. Allen noticed that there were security guards rushing there, and he also heard the voices of private detectives calling to each other.

Randolph was going to suffer.

Before Allen could figure out a countermeasure, he saw Randolph jump onto the guardrail on the first floor, grab it with his right hand, and jump up to the window sill on the second floor again with an extraordinary agility.

He chose a good angle for climbing the window, which happened to be a dead corner of the building, and the security guards who rushed over didn't see him.

Alan's head is full of question marks now, but he has no time to think carefully.Running out of time, Randolph was hurriedly tucked into the nearest men's cubicle.

Fat Cat followed.

The searchers would be there in a moment, and seeing the traces of Randolph's landing and the broken branches of the bushes, they would be sure that someone had infiltrated the Capet house.In the case of theft, a rigorous search is sure to take place.

What's more, there are a group of private detectives here, from the perspective of colleagues.Allen felt that it was probably not a big deal for them to meddle in the matter.

Randolph may not be able to fly without wings.

The two of them and the cat were crowded in the toilet. Fortunately, the toilet in Capet's mansion was large enough, basically an entire room, with mirrors and other facilities inside.

Allen locked the door and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?!"

He felt a little hopeless in his heart. Judging from the misty town incident and some other conversations, the mysterious incidents that Randolph could handle were absolutely extraordinary.

But, I, Alan Simmons.I just want to be an ordinary private detective!

I really don't want to get involved in these things at all!

The left side of Randolph's handsome face was slightly bruised, and he rolled his eyes, "Historical research needs it, believe it or not."

Then he lowered his head again and glared at Fat Cat, "Damn Garfield, you can die if you don't lie to me?!"

Fat Mao snorted coldly and gave him a disdainful ass.

"You know each other?" Allen was surprised.

"I know." Randolph rolled his eyes again, "Although I don't want to know this stupid cat who eats and sleeps."

The fat cat scratched him with a "wow", "Shit Carter, long time no see. You are still so ugly and stupid. You can be punched downstairs by ordinary people."

Randolph avoided its claws, sneered, and reached out to grab the hair on the back of Fat Cat's neck, "If it weren't for you, idiot, I would..."

"Okay." Allen stopped them, "I heard someone coming this way!"

"How many?" Randolph asked.

"Two." Allen just wanted to complain, can this be heard by the ears, but he responded.

I really heard it.Allen wondered, when did my hearing become so good?

The fat cat looked surprised. Just as he was about to say something, Randolph gestured for it to be quiet with his hand.

The two men seemed to be searching the rooms one by one, opening the door to see if there were any thieves who had sneaked in.

They went to the toilet in no time.

One of them pulled the door, but it didn't open.He knocked on the door a few more times.

"What are you doing?!" Allen shouted hoarsely, "There are people here! Let's change this!"

"Detective Alan Simmons?"

"It's me! Change another room!" Allen continued pinching his nose and said, trying his best to sound like he was suffering from constipation.

"Someone sneaked into the manor just now." The man said, "It should be around here, have you noticed?"

"No! Nothing, I ate something bad this morning! It's been here all the time. There's no room for people in the toilet!" Allen continued to shout.

"Okay." The man thought about what he said and felt that it made sense, and left by himself.Then search with your companions.

"What should I do?" Allen turned to Randolph, "If you are caught, I will not go to the police station to redeem you, and the owner of the house has the right to shoot and kill you."

Randolph sighed, "It's Fat Garfield's fault."

"Hey, who is to blame for your poor level? Not only did I feel you, but Alan also noticed it." The fat cat argued for himself.

Randolph raised his eyebrows. Seeing that the two of them were about to cross-species fight again, Allen quickly persuaded, "Okay! What should we do now? I can't take you out, it's too suspicious, and we walked out of the same toilet The door...the meaning inside it is really rich."

Randolph said, "It's okay, you take Garfield out first. I have a solution."

Fat Cat blurted out; "No! We want to be together."

Randolph glanced at it, but he didn't object. He looked Alan up and down, "You really have a relationship with the mysterious world. If that's the case, let's separate temporarily and meet in the fruit grove outside the manor. "

Allen nodded.

He put the fat cat back in the bag and carried the bag back.He came and went carefully, because people with backpacks in the toilet were always suspicious.Most of the private investigators left the meeting, probably to help the security personnel investigate the infiltrator.

He slipped back to his seat, relieved to find that no one had noticed him.

"You're back." A voice came from behind him.It's female detective Anne.

Allen trembled in his heart, his face remained calm. "It's been a long time. I ate something stale yesterday, and I felt sick to my stomach, and I had diarrhea for a long time."

He purposely kept his words blunt and vulgar, so as to dissuade Annie from possibly wanting to chat with him.

Sure enough, Annie didn't chat with him any more.

Allen quickly got rid of the food, found a corner where no one was around, and asked the fat cat secretly, "Why didn't you agree with Randolph to go alone?"

Fat Mao also lowered his voice, "Aren't you wondering what happened to that ring? His appearance here means that the University of Michigan has obviously got some news. If he is allowed to escape, who should we ask?"

"He's not alone yet. In case he gets away..."

"Although Carter is an ugly and stupid guy, he still has basic credit."

Allen nodded.

"Hey Alan, who are you talking to?"

Allen turned his head and cursed inwardly, why is it you again.

Detective Anne stood behind him. She received Allen's dissatisfied gaze and smiled awkwardly, "I saw you talking to people in the corner, so I came here to ask..."

She paused, and said cautiously, "Alan, you really don't need to go... It's better to find out if there is a problem earlier."

Allen laughed dryly, "Well, I like to say something by myself, it helps to think. Ah, I heard Mr. Wilson looking for you just now, there should be something."

Annie saw his expression became even weirder. She was sure that although she didn't hear clearly, Alan paused for a while when he said a word, and his expression and demeanor were communicating with others.

Alas, may God bless Ellen.

She still didn't say much, just nodded, "Then I'll go."

"I'm with you." Allen wanted to inquire about the search for intruders in Capet's mansion.

He walked and chatted with Annie, "Why didn't a few people come this time? The reward is so generous, I think it would be a waste of opportunity to refuse this kind of case!"

Annie looked surprised, "Everyone from last time is here."

"What?" Allen was taken aback, "I remember that those people from Trey's office last time didn't come today."

Annie stopped and looked at him seriously, "Alan, are you really okay? Don't deceive yourself. I have been in New York for 20 years, and I have never heard of Trey & Associates in this industry. "

Allen froze in place, he felt a chill emanating from every pore of his body, until his hair trembled.

He swallowed, "Impossible...do you remember? You worked with Trey on the Miller block robbery."

Detective Anne's expression was already a little pitiful, "Alan, I have to tell you the truth, I didn't have a partner in that case. You need to face up to your problem, you have hallucinations." She pulled Alan up and looked out. Walk.

"No, no, no." Allen yelled, attracting a lot of attention.He lowered his voice, "I didn't, it's true!"

Annie looked at him and softened her voice, "My friend, can you go and solve the problem? I care about you very much."

"I'm not hallucinating. Trey really exists! He's from Tennessee, remember? Most private detectives in New York are out of town, and his office is in Brooklyn, and he has a partner, tall and thin, People always jokingly called him a telegraph pole."

Detective Anne looked at him with pity, and led him to question other people here.

The capable blue-eyed detective smiled heartily: "No! How could there be? I'm also in Brooklyn! I know how many mice there are there, let alone a colleague."