As they left No's house, the two men walked off the front porch and walked to their cars. The driveway in the front yard was already occupied by several cars. Women in twos and threes got out of the car and walked towards Nuo's house while chatting with each other. They didn't seem to be familiar with this owner, so they just nodded and walked directly to the fat maid Myona who was already waiting on the front porch.
To be more precise, Nuo was kicked out by Myona. Just a few days after Nuo's house was renovated, Muna convened her reading group to celebrate. The reason for celebrating was that the renovation was completed.
This promise cannot be refused, and the reasons cannot be stated clearly, everyone understands. And compared to Miuna, he was more like a resident of this house, so he really didn't have any say, so he could only avoid it with Zach.
People from two directions crossed each other in the front yard. Zach's eyes swept over the faces of the two acquaintances, and he nodded unnoticed.
The other party was Mrs. White and Sibella Hayate, who were holding each other's arms. Sibella didn't feel any strange, and walked away as if she didn't know Zach. Mrs. White smiled awkwardly.
Seeing that Sibella's expression did not change, Zach was a little relieved, Benjamin should be safe. No longer thinking about other things, Zach got into the van, followed Nuo's van, and drove out of the villa area of Nuoer Beach.
The office of Rippert & Associates is on Bache Street. It has no signboard. It is similar to James's loft. It is above a restaurant. It is entered from the alley between storefronts and is hidden on the top floor of an ordinary apartment. Nuo opened the door and smiled, "Is this your first time in my office?"
Zach smiled and looked around. It looked like the original apartment had been opened up and turned into an open space. What's surprising is that there is nothing here except a sofa, a coffee table, a few wire sockets scattered on the cement floor, a desk and chair, and a safe in the corner. Even the faucet head is exposed and mounted on the wall.
"How is it?" Nuo smiled and walked to the desk. After pressing play on the answering machine, the sound of the cassette spinning sounded, and an unfamiliar voice began to play. Nuo took the cup and tea bag from the drawer, took a pot of water and put it on the coffee table to boil.
How about it? What can we do! This place is no different from a rough house!
Zach sat on the sofa and shook his head with a smile. He could already understand that this firm was just a shell. I'm afraid there are just some insignificant things in that safe. Once something unexpected happens, this shell will be taken off by the golden cicada.
This is probably Nuo's crisis insurance mechanism. It’s just that Zach hasn’t had the chance to see Nuo use this mechanism yet, so he can only answer, “Very good.”
The voice on the answering machine continued, and Zach smiled as he listened, "Someone actually initiated a commission to find lost pets."
"You won't believe how many people like this there are!" Nuo smiled and sat on the sofa. The tea bag had been thrown into the cup, waiting for the water to boil. He winked at Zach and said, "If you don't come, I doubt I will be able to accept only this kind of commission in the future."
To be honest, Nuo is obviously in a cold storage situation now. Offended Smith, without the gray interests of big shots competing for the trust, Nuo's income dropped sharply!
Ordinary people who encounter unexpected situations usually go to the police. Then only these 'little things' that the police don't want to deal with will fall on this detective.
A woman's voice came on the answering machine. In a vague tone, he asked Nuo to follow her husband.
oh. Supplementary, as well as these things that are beyond the control of the police, will also fall on the detectives.
Nuo used a "you know" expression and no longer paid attention to those messages. He smiled helplessly and looked at Zach. "Tell me about your commission."
Zach first took out the box he got from Woody, then took out Woody's information compiled by Old Hank, and began to tell.
From the time they decided to accept the commission because of the relationship between Old Hardy and Old Hank, to the two Grande brothers going to investigate. Benjamin's surprise was not mentioned much, and he was just mentioned with an unexplained exclamation: "This kind of 'Valmina' is also effective on our alien race. The creativity of human beings really amazes me."
Zach emphasized his desire to find drug distribution channels outside of Barton to learn more about Woody's situation.
Finally, "I have confirmed to the devil that Woody is still alive." Zach raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "At least he didn't die in Barton." Zach spread his hands and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Then what can I, a fake detective, do? It’s over now, friend, please help me.”
Nuo held the kettle and poured water, and the hot water vapor rose.
Nuo smiled involuntarily, "You know, if I had the ability to know the life and death of the entrusted person in advance, I would be willing to trade it with anything!" Nuo blew away the heat from the cup and raised his eyebrows at Zach, " You have no idea how many clients have refused to pay the balance because they found a corpse instead of a living person."
Zach curled his lips and smiled. He was a very bad fake detective. He really didn't know this.
Nuo suddenly started to go too far, "I'm starting to think now that I should be like you Grande." He shook the tea cup in his hand, "Don't reveal the process, don't reveal clues, only provide the results." He seemed to be serious. Think about this question, "Customers either commit or leave and don't come, that's it."
Zach could probably understand where this exclamation came from. Grande was asked to give clues to the incident and the investigation process. It was not that he had never encountered it before. It was just that he could not tell the client because he could not tell. Even the police were not immune to the behavior of showing merit, not to mention that one had to serve the benefactor in order to get paid. Detectives. The Grande situation is not replicable.
Nuo waved his hand while holding the tea cup and shook his head, "Sigh, let's talk about the commission." He looked at the iron box that Zach took out and opened on the coffee table, and frowned, "What are these things?"
Of course, Nuo didn't know syringes and small blood bottles. He was asking what these things were for.
Unfortunately, Zach didn't know either and shook his head.
Nuo did not speculate much, took out a pill and looked at it a few times, "Did you notify the devil to check their distribution network, but not Smith?"
Zach raised his eyebrows. He really didn't think of this because he didn't want to deal with the disputes over the interests of the people in the West End.
Nuo looked at Zach with a 'begging' expression.
Zach smiled and waved his hand, "You don't need my permission. These things are already in front of you. They are your resources. You can use them as you like."
Nuo smiled and looked at the pill in his hand, "I hope this thing can bring me back to the friendly side of those people in the West District." Nuo curled his lips, "I don't want to find animals or follow 'male dogs' in the future. Sustain your life." (...)