"Hello, um... yes, I am Zuo Yan... no... Evelina and I are not the kind of relationship you imagined... that... in short... do you know everything? Okay... um
...He is standing in front of me...Okay." After Zuo Yan briefly spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, he raised his head, looked at Sheriff Daost, and said, "Chief, please answer the question.
Give me a call."
"Huh?" When Daost heard this, he was stunned for a moment instinctively, and thought to himself, "Does this kid deserve a beating? It was obviously you who came to the door yourself and offered to provide clues, but in the middle of your words, you suddenly stopped talking to yourself.
I picked up the phone and now you want me to answer it?"
"What phone? Whose phone? What are you doing?" Daost asked three times in a row, raising his voice.
It's not so much a question as it is three scoldings.
Zuo Yan responded helplessly: "Uh... the Minister of the Interior wants to say a few words to you."
"Who?" Daost's eyes widened, he turned his head and put his ear closer to the other person. Obviously...he suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Minister of the Interior..." Zuo Yan repeated the four words again, but when he said it the second time, his voice became lower and lower, and the last syllable was almost inaudible.
"Haha..." Daost laughed angrily, "Why didn't you say it was the Prince of Wales calling?" He said, snatching the phone from Zuo Yan's hand, and shouted at the screen, "
Hey! Asshole, do you know the consequences of playing a prank on the police?"
After saying this, Daost held the phone and listened for about three seconds. Then, the smile on his face solidified.
Soon, Daost turned around and answered with a trembling voice: "s...ss...se...sir! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize it was you!" He held him up with his hand.
He held his chin and slowly returned to his normal speaking rhythm, "Yes... I'm Daost... I'm really flattered that you can remember my name! Yes... I still remember that dinner, when you called me
Just wanted to say hello..."
What Daost said next was known only to him and the Minister of the Interior, because while he was speaking, he had already left the room with his mobile phone and went to a deserted place alone.
About seven minutes later, Daost returned to the reception room, looked at Zuo Yan with very complicated eyes, and handed the phone back politely.
"So... you are also a detective." Daost's tone when talking to Zuo Yan was still not very friendly, but compared to the attitude he had seven minutes ago... it was much better.
Zuo Yan thought for a few seconds and nodded: "That's right..."
In fact, deep down he wanted to deny it...
Because he stayed with a detective of Vidocq's level all day long, Zuo Yan always believed that he was not qualified to call himself a "detective". Therefore, usually, whenever he was asked this question, he would deny this identity.
He also emphasized that he was just the director of the reasoning department of the university.
However, this time the situation was special; in order to stay at the scene and intervene in the investigation, Zuo Yan did not hesitate to "use connections". At this moment...it would be a bit too pretentious to forcefully deny his identity as a detective and cause complications...
.
"What does it mean? Zuo Yan is a very powerful detective." The next second, Feng Bujue looked proud and said to Daost, "Mr. Sheriff, we Chinese are generally
He is very humble and low-key, but there is no way he is showing off, so please bear with me."
Although he did not directly hear the content of the phone call, based on the few words said by Zuo Yan and Daost, Brother Jue had basically deduced the ins and outs of the phone call just now...
According to the setting in "The Second-rate Detective and the Cat", Zuo Yan studied in a fictional university called "Emperor's Peak"; what kind of reputation is this school? Let's put it this way... it's probably harder to get into than Hogwarts
, a university for normal humans.
Students who want to enter Difeng for further studies must meet three conditions: ability, wealth, and status. Among them, the first two... are relatively easy to handle. As long as they can pass the perverted entrance test made by Difeng, their family will be happy.
And if you happen to have tens of millions of dollars, you can meet the requirements; but as for "status"...how do you put it...it's best to be the crown prince, it doesn't matter which country you belong to; if you're not the royal family...it's a little less important.
Aristocrats are fine...anyway, those who can be related to aristocrats within three generations will be fine; if not, descendants of bureaucrats or plutocrats are also fine. After all, some countries have a short history and have no aristocrats at all...but these children of officials and businessmen must have to pay more for sponsorship.
, after all, you guys are relatively "vulgar" and want to be a second-class citizen in Emperor Peak...you have to give 18 million to the school every year.
All in all... this is a school that can never exist in reality. A creature like Long Aotian (the same is true for Mary Sue) is like a crucian carp crossing the river in Emperor Peak. It is not a problem; due to appearance or bloodline issues, it is not possible.
The person with the name "Long Aotian" is just a top student and rich second generation. This kind of person... can't find a girlfriend in Emperor Peak.
So, back to Zuo Yan... As the protagonist of the novel, he is naturally unique.
Zuo Yan's parents are both experts in "archaeology". They wander around the world all year round and rarely see anyone. Zuo Yan has called his parents "male and female thieves" since he was sensible. The reason... you can figure it out for yourself.
…
Although his family is rich, he is not affiliated with any powerful people by blood. Logically speaking, he should have no connection with a school like Emperor Peak.
Of course, it is a coincidence. In the year when Zuo Yan was admitted to college, Di Feng tried a "reform". During the admissions process, the school relaxed the "identity" requirement a little bit, so Zuo Yan, a "commoner", became a "commoner".
Riding on the east wind of "policy", I got in...
Of course, "common people" is just a contemptuous term given to Zuo Yan by some people in the school. In the eyes of outsiders, he must also be classified into the category of Long Aotian...
To sum up, it seems normal and common for Zuo Yan to have a direct conversation with a foreign minister of the interior.
To put it bluntly... on his way here, he called a classmate and asked him to help him; then his classmate called his home and told the situation, but the result was... no
Within half an hour, the classmate's family had settled the matter.
From Feng Bujue's point of view, even if Zuo Yan didn't hand the phone to Daost in front of him, it would not be difficult to deduce Zuo Yan's method of intervening in the case... After all, Brother Jue already has the background of the other party.
information.
Now, since Brother Jue has heard keywords such as "Evelina", he naturally knows exactly who Zuo Yan asked for.
"Okay~Okay~two great detectives..." At this moment, in addition to helplessness, Daost's expression and tone also contained a hint of happiness; it seemed...his tense nerves were...
He was torn apart by a feeling of brokenness, "In order not to hold back at work, and not to eat shit physically... Next... I will take a back seat and just be a spectator." He paused.
, "As for you two...you can do whatever you want. Please feel free to launch an investigation. When you're done, please give me some guidance."
As he spoke, he took out a small metal bottle from the inner pocket of his coat; the bottle's gel was connected to the mouth of the bottle and could be opened as soon as it was pulled. Dauster picked up the bottle with one hand and moved it into the bottle.
An unknown liquid was poured into his mouth.
"Uh... is that wine?" Zuo Yan could already smell the smell of wine, so he asked knowingly.
"No, this is my blood. My ex-wife uses this to make afternoon tea every day..." After giving up his choice, Daost's enigmatic sense of humor suddenly came online. He seemed to be using this self-deprecating nature.
To respond to Brother Jue's previous comments about his living situation, he asked, "...do you want a bite?"
"He's not old enough yet." Before Zuo Yan could reply, Feng Bujue responded first and took the small bottle of wine from the Sheriff's hand, "And you...my Mr. Sheriff,
What you need now is not this kind of cheap stuff..." After that, he tilted his neck and drank the remaining bad wine in the small bottle. "I think we can check John's first.
