Blade Moves Soundless Chapter 8

"Hey! Can you guys get in? We came from far away and have to drive back on the highway at night."

"That's right! Your wife is cheating on you, and you still have the mood to call me!"

"Young man, hurry him up, it's already so late!"

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"Master, there are many people waiting to see the detective!" Wang Bin felt embarrassed because of the urging of a group of middle-aged women behind him.

Yan Zhongyi hung up the phone and looked back. More and more people were coming to Di Jie Private Detective Agency.

After the two entered the house, there was a statue of the God of Wealth at the door and a steep and narrow wooden staircase on the left.

The light in the room was dim, the ground was a little damp, and a black cat with green eyes was lying in the corner.

The two of them leaned sideways and climbed up the stairs, and the space between heaven and earth suddenly became clear.

In front of me is a long balcony, with one room next to another. It seems that many people have lived here in the past.

"Master, this place used to be residential. Since the business here has become popular, many people have rented out their houses."

Yan Zhongyi looked around and saw a young girl walking towards him not far away.

The girl looked like she had just graduated from college. She had a ponytail, wore a black puffer jacket, and a pair of Zhong Chuxi's cherry blossom pink AJ shoes. She walked over with an A4 paper in her hand.

"Fill in the basic information first, don't make any mistakes.

Check people, addresses, and information. Please check the correct options to save the next guest's time.

"Thank you!" Yan Zhongyi took the A4 paper from the girl, looked up at her and asked, "Is Di Jie your boss?"

The girl was holding a stack of A4 papers in her arms and nodded slightly: "Correct answer! I'm his secretary!"

"Is Di Jie his real name or stage name?" A complex look flashed across Yan Zhongyi's eyes, but soon returned to normal.

The girl's face changed, "Are you here to investigate the household registration, or do you really have something to talk to our President Di about?"

"I'm sorry, my sister-in-law has someone else outside, and my brother got angry and got hurt." Wang Bin apologized in a low voice with a smile, and the girl's expression returned to normal.

At this time, a middle-aged woman under fifty years old, dressed in jewels, walked out of the house.

She had a bag in her arms and her eyes were red, as if she had cried.

The girl in the coat seemed to be used to it and raised her chin to signal Yan Zhongyi to go in quickly.

"You stay here. You are accompanying him here. Our President Di only sees one guest at a time."

Wang Bin said "Oh" and waved his hand at Yan Zhongyi: "Brother, go in and talk to the boss! Be careful to control your temper, things are not at a desperate point yet!"

Yan Zhongyi held the A4 paper in his hand, frowned, and wanted to say something but didn't.

A black round pager on the table at the door suddenly rang rapidly, and Yan Zhongyi's eyes stayed on it for a few seconds.

"Sir, please go in quickly. Our CEO Di is urging us inside. There are so many people queuing downstairs. Can you please have some sense of public morality?"

Yan Zhongyi nodded to the girl and walked into the house.

There was incense burning in the room and he could hear the gentle Buddhist chanting in his ears, and Yan Zhongyi felt instantly relaxed physically and mentally.

The light in the room was dim, and a screen could be vaguely seen standing in front of him.

Yan Zhongyi took a step forward, and a man's voice came from behind the screen. The voice was very clear and matched the Buddhist chanting in the room.

"Come in!"

Yan Zhongyi walked around the screen and saw a man sitting upright at a square table.

The square table is made of walnut, and is placed with tea sets such as silver pots, covered bowls, tea clips, etc. On the man's right hand side is a pot of exquisite daffodils.

It can be seen that the man is very knowledgeable about tea ceremony and flower arrangement, but all this did not attract Yan Zhongyi. He was attracted by the Monkey King mask on the man's face.

"Please sit down!" The man said as he took out a tea cup from the tea tray, picked up the fairness cup and poured tea into it, "Try the Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain, which is a type of oolong tea."

"Thank you!" Yan Zhongyi sat down. Guqin, calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls around him. He didn't expect that private detective agencies have become so artistic now.

"Drink it while it's hot, the Da Hong Pao flower aroma is mixed with the aroma of fire, and the aftertaste is very sweet."

Yan Zhongyi picked up the tea cup in front of him and looked at the Monkey King mask on the man's face.

The man's hands were very slender, and he found it aesthetically pleasing to fiddle with these elegant objects.

"Do you like Sun Wukong?" Yan Zhongyi asked with a smile after drinking it all.

"Yes! Among the four great classics, I like Sun Wukong the most. He is very intelligent, and his thoughts and actions are as swift as the wind.

He is fearless, rebellious, unwilling to be bound by rules and regulations.

Not afraid of hardship, courageous in facing challenges and possessing an adventurous spirit.

These three reasons are enough to make him admirable. He is a hero in my mind.

Well, tell me why you're here!"

Yan Zhongyi couldn't see the other person's facial features, but he could observe his pupils.

He was not panicked, but a little surprised. He should not be the D!cky he knew.

"Let's be frank. I'm not here for myself. Have you seen this person?" Yan Zhongyi put the phone in front of the man.

The man lowered his head and took a look, continuing to play with two walnuts in his hands.

"To be honest, I don't know him, but I have seen him. He is already dead, so what are you doing here?"

"Oh? You knew he was dead?" Yan Zhongyi frowned slightly. He didn't expect the other party to be so open.

"I followed him. You've seen the photos. You take money from people and do things for them. This is the rule of the underworld."

"You know he is dead, but do you know who killed him?" Yan Zhongyi's black eyes were fixed on the masked face.

The man was silent for a few seconds, put down the walnut in his hand, then picked up the fairness cup and was about to refill it for Yan Zhongyi.

"No need, I'm not here for tea. There are so many customers waiting downstairs, let's be brief and talk about the main points."

Yan Zhongyi took off his police officer ID from his chest and gently placed it on the table.

His tone was very polite, but his aura revealed that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

The man chuckled. "So you're a policeman. No wonder you're so righteous! Why do you think I know the real murderer who killed Liu Xuping?"

Yan Zhongyi picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. "I heard that you are very powerful. The street in front of your house is the most prosperous. Have you investigated him? What if you know something?"

"Do you policemen all take it for granted?" The man stared at Yan Zhongyi, and then said: "In fact, I opened this private detective agency not for the purpose of catching adultery.

Our business covers a wide range of areas, including property investigation and evidence collection, national information investigation, personnel whereabouts investigation, online fraud investigation, marriage investigation, etc.

Unexpectedly, most of those who came to seek help could not avoid the word "catching an adulterer".

I met a rare guest today, which was quite interesting. To be frank, I don't know who killed Liu Xuping.

But as long as you can pay, I will do my best to help you find the real murderer."

Yan Zhongyi suddenly asked, "If private detectives can find the real murderer, what do we need the police for?"

"This is a good question! But you overlooked one point. The police are in the open, and the detectives are in the dark. Only when they work together can they be invincible.

It's like science and metaphysics. Some people insist that science is the truth, while others insist that metaphysics is fate.

Are these important? The result is the most important, isn't it? "The man's pupils remained calm, with a faint smile that Yan Zhongyi felt familiar with.