Unlike many migrant workers who stay up late at night or even all night long, the high school detective got enough high-quality sleep.
Jiang Xia quickly got up, packed up the cats and dogs, and took them to the Amuro Detective Agency, waiting for the ladies to come and collect them.
Afterwards he washed his hands, walked back out the door, and began to look through the pile of things in the mailbox.
After flipping through it for a while, I suddenly felt movement next to me.
I turned around and saw a figure flashing into the office - Toru Amuro was actually at work again.
Jiang Xia: "...?"
So dedicated?
Something is wrong, very wrong.
While sorting out the advertisements, newspapers and commission letters in the mailbox, he couldn't help but look at the door with suspicious eyes.
…
Perhaps seeing that Jiang Xia was busy, Tohru Amuro didn't say hello to Dumiao's employees when she arrived. She just walked quietly into the back room and rummaged through the closet alone.
The flower shop where "Yoshimura" ordered flowers was run by a rich girl who seemed to pay more attention to style than making money. The store manager paid for each employee to customize two sets of delivery uniforms, even if they often
Toru Amuro, who was absent from work, also received it.
At that time, Toru Amuro sent his uniform to be dry-cleaned after get off work. After cleaning, he had his uniform sent to the detective office for storage. It has never been used again.
Now that it could be put to use, he wanted to stop by and get it.
…
While Toru Amuro was rummaging around inside, he thought of Jiang Xia at the door, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: He's so dedicated. He originally wanted to avoid him, but when he got out of the car, he saw Jiang Xia standing at the door and looking through the mailbox.
Although the Amuro Detective Agency has also published its email address to the public, most of the time the email inbox is filled with advertising emails from all over the country and even from overseas.
Clients who really want to be commissioned by detectives seem to be more traditional. Not many send emails, and they usually send invitation letters directly.
Jiang Xia obviously liked that mailbox more than the mailbox. Every time Toru Amuro saw him digging through the mailbox, he had the feeling of watching inland people digging for shells on the beach who had never seen the sea before, with pure anticipation.
and happiness.
"As expected, he is still a young high school student who is attracted to various cases." Amuro Toru sighed inwardly, "very motivated."
While thinking about it, he picked up the uniform he found and planned to leave.
However, as soon as he arrived at the door, he found Jiang Xia's eyes turned over.
Seeing Amuro peeking out of the door, Jiang Xia's eyes immediately fell on the uniform in his hand, his eyes brightened slightly: "Can you help me?"
"...No, I didn't receive a commission. I just went to the store where I worked before to roll call as a routine." Toru Amuro rejected him. He seemed to be in a hurry and left quickly without stopping.
His car was parked at the door. The man drove so fast that he disappeared from the street in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Xia gathered the things in the mailbox and put them on the standing cabinet next to her when she entered the door. When she turned around and went out, there was only a cloud of exhaust gas outside, and Toru Amuro had long since disappeared.
Jiang Xia: "..."
He raised his hand to fan the air, sighed sadly, and secretly condemned in his heart: "The boss is a lone wolf, which doesn't seem to be a good thing. Although he does not interfere much with the employees' work, it does influence the employees to interfere with him.
work……"
However, no matter what, everyone left, and the speed of the car was even the foggy dog couldn't fly.
Jiang Xia stared for a moment and could only return to the house alone.
He looked back at the pile of letters and newspapers that he had just put down casually, planning to put them on the coffee table and deal with them slowly.
As soon as he picked her up, a letter of authorization slipped from among the many papers and clattered to the ground.
"Huh? Of all these letters, you are the only one who fell out. How lucky you are." He threw the other things on the coffee table and went back to pick up the single letter of entrustment.
Before I opened it, I smelled a faint smell of disinfectant.
...smells like a doctor?
Jiang Xia opened the letter and read it.
Inside is a thin page of letter paper. Excluding the pleasantries at the beginning and end, there is not much commission content in the middle:
[My friend seems to have been targeted by enemies recently. The threats against him have become more and more excessive, and my friend’s mental condition has become increasingly worrying. I suggested that he call the police, but my friend does not trust the police and has been unwilling to go.
.I have no choice but to think of another way - I hope you can help find those who harassed him and restore his innocence.]
"..."
Jiang Xia read the letter, thought for a moment, and then went to sort out other things on the table.
I opened all the letters and newspapers and read them, and found that there was no more attractive case.
So he picked up the commission letter again and looked at the phone number on it.
"Then let's take this."
Jiang Xia took out her mobile phone and dialed the number on it.
The ringing sounded for more than ten seconds, and finally the call was answered. A gentle-sounding male voice rang: "Hello, how are you?"
"Hello, Jiang... Amuro Detective Agency, my name is Jiang Xia." Jiang Xia casually said the slip of the tongue, "I saw your letter of authorization in the mailbox. Many things cannot be explained clearly over the phone, so why don't we talk in person -
-When it is convenience to you?"
"Jiang Xia?" The other party was startled for a moment, then got a little excited, "I didn't expect that I could actually invite you! Well, I have work during the day, are you free tonight?"
"It's okay tonight." Jiang Xia remembered that the doctor given by the boss will not be seen until tomorrow night. He has very free time today. "Send the specific time and address to my email."
…
Time flew by and soon it was afternoon.
Everyone is busy with their own things.
Dr. Yoshimura, who stayed up all night to see patients, finally compiled the reports on gin, packaged them and sent them to "that adult".
After sending the report, he scratched his chicken coop-like hair and faced a pair of increasingly thick dark circles - he neither dared to deal with the boss nor offended the terrifying silver-haired man in black last night.
Dr. Yoshimura had to devote all his life's learning to euphemistically describe Gin's situation in a very optimistic manner without obviously lying.
"it is finally over."
He stretched hard, and after a moment, he frowned irritably, "No, it should be said that the real battle has just begun - although the cadre last night looked a bit gloomy, he was actually very talkative and a good person.
A good man. He just asked me to stay up late and work overtime, and was even willing to send me home. But the one tomorrow night..."
Dr. Yoshimura thought of all the rumors he had heard about Uzo before, and he just hated those people for not telling the rumors more clearly, which prevented him from formulating more effective preventive measures.
But no matter what, the matter has come to this, and he can only take a good rest, replenish his energy, and try to be in a better state to welcome Uzo's arrival.
