On the carriage driving to the outskirts of the city, Victor and de Gaulle sat opposite each other.
Both of them have read the contents of the letter. It is roughly that the Berkeley family commissioned the Smart Eye Detective Agency to investigate a matter at his home. The details will not be known until they arrive there.
Time is tight, and the other party is in a hurry, requiring them to rush there on the same day.
Therefore, the trip was so hurried that before Victor even had time to return to the mansion, he was dragged into a carriage by de Gaulle.
"Today is the internship period. My friend, this is your first case, so do your best!"
The detective opposite was in an excited mood. He leaned against the window and watched the city streets gradually getting dark. The scenery outside gradually changed from townhouses to low houses, and finally turned into a dense forest.
Victor held the letter in his hand, still recalling his impression of the Berkeley family in his mind.
The first person I learned about this surname was from the Congressman's birthday party that Will attended. Storm Bank, controlled by this family, is the largest bank in Renekton and has extremely strong financial resources.
The second time he appeared was the Dutch Berkeley whom Victor met when he was playing the fortune teller.
At that time, I even made a divination for him, and the divination was very bad. Maybe the Berkeley family would be completely wiped out...
Now that the other party has invited De Gaulle to his home to investigate the incident, could it be related to the divination calculated by Victor at that time?
"Look! The scenery on the outskirts of the city!"
De Gaulle's exclamation disrupted Victor's train of thought.
Victor looked out through the window, feeling nothing.
The place where the Berkeley family lives has left the main urban area of Laketon.
In the distance, the city lights up after nightfall, while the carriage and civilization are getting farther and farther away.
"From nothing to today's industrialized city, Saiguo's achievements are inseparable from every hard-working immigrant..."
De Gaulle looked at the city at night and sighed like this for some reason.
Victor replied casually: "But this land was stolen..."
De Gaulle frowned and did not continue talking about this topic.
The carriage left the city along the south direction and walked for about two or three kilometers. It went around a certain path until it reached the hillside. After passing through the dense forest, you can see a majestic villa there.
It can be seen that from here on, it is all private territory belonging to the Berkeley family, and you can still see patrolling house guards on the road.
"I have never understood why rich people like to live in the suburbs far away from the city. Is it because the land in the city cannot accommodate their wealth?"
De Gaulle laughed, joking and glancing at the guards he saw on the roadside.
"Well...one served in the army, one served in the navy, and the last one should have been a butcher in the past..."
Victor calmly observed the detective in front of him, who was indeed trying to make deductive reasoning all the time.
Moreover, even if de Gaulle's main attention was not on Victor, he knew that Victor was sizing him up.
"I like the way you observe me, it proves that you have the talent to be a detective..."
Victor had no reaction to de Gaulle's words. In fact, he just wanted to find out what the fate of the two parties was.
For Victor, the Berkeley family's case is not important.
There was a small bridge ahead, with a gurgling stream under the bridge. Victor suddenly asked de Gaulle: "Have you seen many rich people living in the suburbs?"
De Gaulle thought for a while and replied: "Not many. Such a big commission is rare. I only took on a suburban case once in Recton, and then it was a commission from a rich man in Fulton."
, I went over to help catch his wife’s lover..."
Victor remembered the picture that the headless little girl showed him. The scene inside looked very much like a mansion in the suburbs, so he tentatively asked: "What did you do before you became a detective? Are you married?
?"
"Me? I used to work at the Laketon Police Station. As for getting married... I'm sorry, a person like me is not qualified to marry anyone else..." De Gaulle's answer was straightforward and there was no flaw in it.
It is said that apart from his appearance, his temperament and mental outlook are very different from the man shown by the headless girl.
At this time, the carriage slowly stepped onto the small bridge, and suddenly there was a rapid rushing sound from behind, and another carriage suddenly rushed up from behind.
The road on the bridge was originally narrow, and the other party had the intention of trying to steal the road, so that on the bridge, the two carriages collided.
The horses were frightened and started kicking randomly. The driver finally managed to stabilize the horses. Victor and the others almost overturned into the stream, but the carriage behind them overtook them and stopped in front.
De Gaulle was so shaken that his hat fell on the floor of the carriage. He picked it up angrily, opened the door and walked out.
Similarly, the door of the carriage that caused the accident also opened, and two middle-aged men came out.
After the two parties met, the other party immediately recognized de Gaulle.
"Oh~oh~oh! Isn't this Mr. Shaklo? Why are you here?"
Seeing the two people in front of him, de Gaulle paused and narrowed his eyes.
"Tom Ross, Pippin Perry..."
Reading out the names of the other two, Victor saw that they knew each other.
"It seems you don't have amnesia. I thought the alcohol had burned your brain."
The man named Tom teased him, and then Pippen beside him sarcastically said.
"If your terrible firm were as good as your memory, you wouldn't be so poor that you couldn't even pay the rent, would you?"
Faced with the ridicule of the two men, de Gaulle did not get angry, nor did he ask why the other party knew about his financial situation. Instead, he answered directly: "Life will always go through ups and downs, and it is better to be late in paying rent than to be buried in the ground."
, and as long as I complete the Berkeley family’s entrustment, the money can be paid back immediately.”
Upon hearing this, the two people in front froze at the same time.
They looked at each other and stared at de Gaulle suspiciously.
"You mean, Mr. Dutch actually entrusted you to investigate?"
"I am a legitimate private detective. Is there any problem for my employer to come here because of my reputation?" De Gaulle straightened his back.
Pippen's round button-like eyes shook: "Impossible, since we are already here, why does Mr. Dutch need to invite you?"
Tom followed up: "Based on your doghouse-like firm, Mr. Dutch will definitely not like it."
This conversation allowed Victor to figure out the identities of the two people in front of him.
There is a high probability that they are all private detectives like de Gaulle.
"I'm sorry, I got the letter of entrustment. Whether Mr. Dutch invites me or not, it is Mr. Dutch who has the final say, not you..."
De Gaulle lit his pipe and breathed out the words evenly. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he continued to reply: "Mr. Tom, does your wife know about your visit to a prostitute last night?"
Tom's face changed drastically: "You're kidding..."
"The lip marks on the collar and crotch have not been wiped clean, and they are of different sizes. They are obviously not from the same woman. Your wife shouldn't be serving you at the same time as another woman, right? It's quite a fun!"
This sentence left Tom speechless, and de Gaulle looked at Pippen again.
"Mr. Pippen, I will not tell Mr. Tom about you wiping your butt with your hands, oh! I hope you two have not shaken hands today."