Noon has long passed, and most citizens have been busy all morning, but there are always some idle guys who can sleep until three or four in the afternoon after drinking all night.
For example, the person in charge of a certain detective agency, after not receiving any commissions for two consecutive months, gradually became unrestrained in his personal work and rest schedule. He was so unrestrained that clients were impatient to knock on the door, so he got out of the messy sofa.
Wake up confused.
The windows were wide open, and dust was flying all over the room under the Tyndall effect of sunlight.
De Gaulle sneezed several times in succession before he noticed someone knocking on the door.
"Wait a minute! Wait!"
He hurriedly buttoned up his shirt, then spit some spit and wiped it on his messy hair. Before it was fixed, he started looking for socks to wear again.
Finally, he put on two socks of different colors, straightened out his collar and opened the door.
……
Rufu stood outside the door, his forehead looking greasy due to his previous impatience.
He looked at the man who opened the door, his expression slightly startled.
The other person looked like he had just rolled on the bed with a woman and hadn't had time to clean it up, which was embarrassing.
"Is it the Smart Eye Detective Agency?"
Rufu began to doubt this guy's business ability, and looked at him with a particularly strange look.
"Ah~! It turns out to be the client, please come in! Please come in!"
The man made a way and invited Rufu into the house, while he went to the coffee table on the side to make tea for the guests.
Rufu looked at the apartment and saw signs that it had not been cleaned for a long time.
The floor was covered with papers that had been stepped on countless times. The ashtray on the low table had overflowed, and gray powder was scattered around. There was a wooden stand next to the sofa, and a blackboard was placed on it, which was covered with paint and wipes.
There are many traces of chalk falling underneath.
There was no separate bedroom in the room. The bed where he slept was at the very back. Ruf could see the messy sheets and the pile of clothes on the bed.
There are various signs that the person in charge of this detective agency is very slovenly.
Rufu decided that this person was unreliable and was probably a money scammer, so he was about to leave, mentally thinking about finding a more formal detective agency.
However, at this moment, the man suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry, the water for making tea is cold. I'm going to boil some first. You just came from Zhangshan Cemetery, so you should be in a hurry. Why don't you take a break and wait for me for a few minutes."
The man took out a rusty pocket watch and looked at the time: "Yeah! Within ten minutes."
Just as Rufu turned around, he suddenly paused.
"How do you know I went to Zhangshan Cemetery?"
The man put the kettle on the kitchen stove, then stretched and pointed to the floor where Ruf walked.
"The places where you can step on soft red soil around here, except for the Zhangshan Cemetery Group, are only in the suburbs far away from the city... I guess you won't come from outside the city to visit me. It's too far. The soles of your shoes
There won’t be so many grass roots left.”
"Of course, there is a bonsai landscaping company nearby, and you may be one of their employees, but in that case, your whole body will be covered with mud and leaves, not just the soles of your shoes..."
"So based on my comprehensive judgment, you should have just come from the Zhangshan Cemetery Group."
His words made Rouf change his attitude slightly, and he did not leave in a hurry.
"Please sit down! Sit over here."
The man quickly cleared the sofa and made room for Rufu.
After Ruf sat down, the man took out his pocket watch and counted the time. When exactly ten minutes came, he put out the stove and made tea for Ruf.
"Okay! Now let's talk about your commission, sir."
Rufu drank the tea in silence and stared at the other person's face: "This matter is a bit troublesome, can you handle it?"
Men are happy when they hear it.
"I can see that you are in a huge trouble. You rushed from the cemetery and couldn't wait to visit a strange private detective. You have sweat on your forehead, you are impatient, and you speak rudely. I guess... someone of yours
A relative who has passed away did not receive the long rest he deserved."
Because men’s hair was not waxed, it eventually became messy.
But when Rufu heard the man's speculation, he was so surprised that he ignored the man's sloppiness.
The man suddenly stretched out his hand and introduced himself to Ruf: "Hello, I am De Gaulle Chaclo, and I am honored to serve you."
Ruf put down the tea cup in a hurry, and also stretched out his hand to shake it with de Gaulle: "Ruf Bode."
De Gaulle heats the water for Roof again.
"Okay! Then Mr. Animal Tamer, can you explain your problem in detail?"
Rufu frowned, nodded, and said, "Just now, my uncle..."
His words had just begun, but he was immediately startled, staring at de Gaulle warily and said: "I never mentioned my occupation, how do you know?"
De Gaulle spread his hands, and Ruf pressed him: "Are you a seer?"
De Gaulle chuckled and explained: "Please, your identity and occupation couldn't be more obvious. You don't need to be a seer. You just need to observe a little carefully and use simple deductive reasoning. It can be easily seen."
After speaking, he picked up Rouf's right hand and opened his cuff: "Your fingers, wrists, and forearm all have scratches and bite marks of varying degrees, both old and new."
"We all know that if you want to train a ferocious beast, you must practice conditioned reflexes and give it appropriate punishment when it is still young. In this way, when the ferocious beast grows up, it will still be unable to get rid of the shadows and fears of childhood, and will naturally respond to it.
The animal trainer's orders were followed step by step."
"In this process, it is very normal to be bitten by a little lion occasionally."
"If you are just bitten by a cat at home, you will not have several old and new wounds on your fingers. This can only prove that you often deal with animals."
"The second thing is that the cane you are holding is not an ordinary cane, but a telescopic stick. As far as I know, there are two professions that use that thing, either a magician or an animal trainer. They are both performers.
Based on the previous judgment, I determined that you should be a circus animal trainer."
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Roof was shocked by de Gaulle's reasoning. He clapped his hands and grabbed de Gaulle's right hand.
"Very beautiful! You are just the kind of detective I am looking for."
De Gaulle expressed his confidence very skillfully. Seeing that the other party was impressed, he relaxed on the sofa and asked: "So, have you called the police? If something happened to your family's cemetery, the police will definitely give you more help."
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"In fact, it was the police station who informed me to go there. When I arrived at Zhangshan, I found that my uncle's cemetery had been stolen and his body was missing. You are a disgusting tomb robber!" Rufu gritted his teeth with hatred. p>
De Gaulle frowned: "I thought your enemy only damaged the cemetery, but I didn't expect that the other party did it so brilliantly!"
Ruf turned to look at de Gaulle: "It seems that there are also facts that you cannot deduce."
De Gaulle laughed loudly: "I am just an ordinary person. No matter how reasonable the inference is, there may be wrong conclusions. After all, there are still seers in this world."
Something strange flashed in Rufu's eyes, but he immediately changed the subject: "Okay! I need you to help me find the tomb robber and inform me."
"Do you need me to catch him?" De Gaulle asked.
Rufu shook his head and said, "Just inform me. Remember, only inform me of one person and tell me his hiding place!"
De Gaulle smiled meaningfully: "It's strange. In such a case, shouldn't we call the police to arrest it together, so that the success rate will be higher?"
Seeing that the other party was suspicious, Rufu quickly said: "No... no need, I am your client, do as I say, commission is not a problem."
"Sorry!" De Gaulle waved his hand, "Compared to money, I am more interested in discovering the truth from extremely complicated cases."
Rufu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that if he didn't give a reason, he wouldn't be able to fool the detective in front of him.
After thinking about it in his mind, Ruf said: "Okay! My uncle hid the family inheritance before he died. He didn't tell me, and I couldn't find it in the circus."
"Now I suspect that there are clues to this inheritance on his body, but he was buried early in the morning, and it is impossible to dig up the grave to search for it."
"Since someone has stolen his body now, I can't let others know this secret. If the police find it first, there is no guarantee that someone will not be obsessed with money."
"My uncle has no heirs. No matter how much conflict he had with me during his lifetime, I am the legal heir to this inheritance!"
Although this excuse is lame, it is still somewhat reasonable.
De Gaulle frowned. He felt that only half of what Roofe said was true, but since the other party didn't want to talk more, he couldn't press him.
The landlady has been demanding rent for more than two months. Although de Gaulle does not value money, this practical problem always haunts him.
"Okay! Let me try..."
He nodded.
"When did you discover that your uncle's body had been stolen?"
"Well... it was probably just after noon." Rufu recalled, scratching his head.
"Be precise!" De Gaulle frowned.
"Two or three o'clock!"
"Oh my god! Do you people have such a weak sense of time? Even if it's off by one minute... Do you know how far a normal human can run in one minute? At least three hundred meters, enough to run across a street and turn a corner. What's behind?
If you don't ride a horse, you won't be able to catch up with him."
After de Gaulle finished scolding, Roofe was so embarrassed that he didn’t know what to say.
"Forget it, the scene over there should still be there now. I have to go investigate. You can go home first and wait for my news!"
De Gaulle put on his deerstalker hat and took off his brown plaid coat from the hanger by the door.
Seeing that he was about to go out, Rouf quickly stood up and wanted to write his contact address to the other party.
However, de Gaulle shook his head: "No, it's the Perak Little Pig Circus! I know the address and time of your performance."
"How did you..." Rufu was shocked again.
De Gaulle curled up his lips and said with some jealousy: "Among all the circus performers in Rexton, the only one who can afford the 'Aimei Gang' embroidered silk vest and such a well-made top hat is the Perak Little Pig Circus.