The Document of Incidents Chapter 4

Truthandies-X-RayDog

Archer put a cup of brewed black tea in front of Fitch at the right time, and then stood behind Asher Fujimaru skillfully.

Fitch was so frightened by his cold eyes that he sat upright again. He glanced at the door, seeming to regret that he came in like this. He cleared his voice uncomfortably and then said to Asher Fujimaru: "Marvin and I were hired by Elliot to do the project. I believe you have heard that they have a big project recently."

Elliot? The name seemed familiar. Asher Fujimaru thought about it for a moment. It seemed that she had heard Elliot mentioned in the morning news on TV just when she was having breakfast.

"...Abandoned chemical plant?"

She asked: "The land they are planning to renovate?"

"Yes, but after all, it has been abandoned for a long time. The land near the aging factory is full of antiques left over from the 1950s and 1960s. Everything there is crumbling, so no one has taken it over before."

Fitch sighed: "You know, the geotechnical engineering survey is extremely complicated. The underground there is a mess, and there are eroded and bad geological conditions everywhere. It rains and snows all the time in Gotham. I can't do the preliminary work in the past few months." Very busy."

Fitch kept complaining, and when he met Asher Fujimaru's amber eyes, he suddenly changed the subject, "---My friend is Marvin Feanor, and he is responsible for the construction drawing design of this project."

Fitch took out an old yellowed photo from his jacket pocket, pushed the thin piece of paper in front of Asher Fujimaru, and tapped a figure in the upper right corner with his index finger.

"This is Marvin. I have known him for many years and we worked together when we were still in school."

Fitch said: "Now that I think about it, twenty years have passed. Time flies so quickly... We were just nobody at that time. When we first met, we were helping the rich man." Wayne rebuilt his estate...gosh, it was my first serious project as a graduate student, and it took a whole year."

Asher Fujimaru picked up the photo. The photo was yellowed, and the color on it had faded a lot. The edges had become soft and loose. It was indeed quite a few years old. The date was marked with a pen on the lower right corner, which was twenty years ago. of October.

The photo is probably a group photo of members of the construction team. The two people in elegant suits standing in the middle may be the 'rich guys' in the other person's words. One is older, the other is very young, and he looks very handsome. A very eye-catching man, at least he was the first thing Asher Fujimaru noticed after getting the photo.

There is a charming smile on the man's face. One more glance will make people feel the handsomeness of the other person in their hearts for one more second. It is difficult for anyone to refuse this smile.

Then Asher Fujimaru moved his eyes to the position where Fitch just pointed. That was a tall and strong young man standing in the corner of the group photo, but he was obviously taller than the people around him. He has a round face, thick eyebrows, a youthful and energetic smile, and a messy short dark hair that is half curly. Standing next to him was a thin young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, and he could vaguely see the shadow of Mr. Fitch in front of him.

"At that time, everyone was just a fledgling young man, but he had a baby face and always looked younger."

Fitch said and touched his face, "He still looks a lot like he did then, just with a few more wrinkles."

Asher Fujimaru put down the photo, "Can I take a photo?"

Fitch made a sign of approval.

Asher Fujimaru took a photo with his mobile phone and then asked him: "How long has Mr. Fenol been missing?"

"It has been 6 days, and no one has answered his call, and there is no trace of anyone coming back in the room --- We all lived in the project department near the Elliot site, and all the people in charge of the construction site have I haven't seen him anywhere."

Fitch paused here, "...The day I last saw him happened to be during a blizzard. Although the surveillance was broken for a long time, it was impossible for anyone to leave the room at that time. Damn - ---It was a blizzard! I was prepared for the worst... But I asked the snow shoveling team near the construction site in the past two days, and I didn't hear that anyone was buried in the snow. "

Fitch picked up the black tea and took a sip. He let out a long sigh with a look of reluctance in his eyes: "Marvin is a very good friend of mine. I'm really worried about him."

Asher Fujimaru hesitated for a moment and asked, "Don't you plan to call the police? His disappearance has been going on for so long, and his family..."

If he has been missing for such a long time, the police will definitely be able to file a case, so why go to all the trouble to find a detective.

No. 43 sighed loudly in her ear.

Unexpectedly, Fitch sneered when he heard this: "Those people in the GCPD are just lackeys of the powerful. They have been in contact with the big shots for a long time, and they only know how to greet them with a stern look. How could they help me with all their heart and soul like this?" Ordinary people are looking for someone? Besides, who doesn’t know that Elliott is related to the GCPD. They give the police a lot of money. The news of the missing workers will only increase the public’s hatred of them. How can they let those police officers go? The police are here to investigate?"

Asher Fujimaru laughed dryly. It was true that she had just arrived and was not very familiar with the local situation in Gotham.

But it sounds like... Fitch doesn't seem to have a good impression of Elliot, the family that hired him to work.

Fitch continued: "Besides, Marvin's mother... she lives alone in the suburbs. When we are busy, we are always uncertain about whether to believe it for ten days and a half. I haven't told her about this yet. Her Her husband died young, leaving her with only one son. I'm worried that she won't be able to think about it---"

The pendulum clock on the corridor on the second floor rang slowly several times at this time, reminding me that the time was now nine o'clock sharp.

Feiqi seemed to be startled by the sound. He quickly put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his wrist to check the time, then slightly sped up his speech and said to Asher Fujimaru: "Sorry, I'm in Brother's office around 10 o'clock today." I still have a class at Tan University, so I'm in a hurry. It's rush hour and the road is very slow. I don't want to be late. "

Asher Fujimaru nodded, and Fitch added: "I just want to know where Marvin is now. If he is still alive, he should let me know, even if he is dead..."

He paused for a while, his eyebrows lowered, and the expression on his face seemed to be more sad, "I also want to know where he went, so that I can have an explanation for his poor widowed mother."

Asher Fujimaru stared at him silently, trying to see some loopholes in the other person's face. After all, this man's expression was a little too hypocritical. But Fitch took out an envelope from the lining pocket of his clothes, put it in front of Asher Fujimaru again, and then took the photo back.

"This is the deposit for the entrustment, 30% of the total amount. I will pay the full amount to you after I get the news, Ms. Fujimaru."

The brown envelope seal was deliberately left unglued, and a small section of blue-green banknotes was exposed from the opening, which surprised Asher Fujimaru inwardly.

This is not a small sum, and it is only 30% of the total amount. Although she had never worked as a detective before, she also knew that so many US$100 bills were worth at least one or two months' salary in Chaldea.

Mr. Sterling Fitch seemed very frugal, but I didn't expect that he would be so generous.

After Fitch said that, he stood up and straightened his suit, and said to Asher Fujimaru and Archer, "I'm in a hurry, so I'll excuse you and wait for your good news."

Asher Fujimaru quickly stood up and sent the person out of the room.

To be honest, this is also the first time she has walked out of this house since she came to this world.

Outside is a long street, with similar-looking houses on both sides, with gray-black wall tiles and Gothic spires. Some of them are shops or studios, and the attics are used as bedrooms. Above is the dark sky and the sweeping cold wind. This city seems particularly inhumane.

Asher Fujimaru helped Fitch stop a taxi and noticed that at the corner of the intersection was a hair salon. The three-color light at the door was already covered in dust and was slowly rotating in the transparent pillar. Across the street was a bar. There was no room at this time. Open, the door is closed and locked. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but there were scattered homeless people squatting and smoking in the corners, looking at everyone who came and went with malicious eyes.

The security situation here does not seem very optimistic. Asher Fujimaru thought in her mind, helped Fitch open the taxi door and sent him into the car.

When Asher Fujimaru returned to No. 43, rubbing her fingers that were slightly red from the cold, she saw that the black-haired heroic spirit had cleared away everything on the coffee table.

Seeing her come in, Archer just said calmly: "He is lying and hiding a lot of things from you."

Asher Fujimaru sighed, "I can see a little bit of it."

"A pretentious man." Archer laughed, with an ironic smile on his lips, and then glanced at the envelope on the table, "But the money is enough."

This is indeed undeniable.

Although No. 43 did not mention the issue of water and electricity bills with Asher Fujimaru, after all, she is the one who has to live here. Now there is an adult heroic spirit added to her. Traveling and investigating, food and clothing all cost money, and more Not to mention that Asher Fujimaru's own magic power is not sufficient, and the heroic spirit can only use food to replenish the magic power. The few large bills No. 43 gave her at the beginning cannot last long.

"In the final analysis, detectives are paid to do things," Asher Fujimaru thought wildly. After all, it was just a job that was pushed to the shelf: "Curiosity will kill the cat."

No. 43 muttered dissatisfiedly: "Curiosity is the detective's energy source!" 』

Asher Fujimaru neither denied nor agreed, but asked: "What did you ask me to throw the dice before Mr. Sterling Fitch came in just now?"

No. 43 fell silent, and silence returned to the room. He seemed to be trying to seduce Ashudoumaru Asher Fujimaru, and he didn't explain until half a minute later: "That's a kind of protection." 』

Asher Fujimaru frowned, "What do you mean?"

What does 'count' mean?

"It's an exchange between me and the laws of this world," No. 43 said, "This world is very dangerous, and the things I need you to investigate are also full of risks." 』

"If you're lucky, that power might be able to help you a lot with your commission. 』

He said it tactfully, but it also made Asher Fujimaru notice that this so-called 'protection' might have a bad direction.

"...Did Mr. Elise Mariko die because of the investigation?"

"Yes. No. 43 answered her honestly, "Death is inevitable, but I will try hard to keep you alive." 』

"Then...what exactly is this 'asylum' you're talking about?"

"This is not something that can be described in specific words. It is just a new choice, an opportunity from another perspective. In any case, in the end, it can only be decided by yourself."

Asher Fujimaru thought back to the two golden dice he threw. The sum of 11 and 1 is 12, and the subtraction is 10... Is there any meaning between the two? Or is it meaningless?

"Rolling the dice means that you have stood at the decision-making point of your destiny. 』

No. 43 said to her at the end.

*Asher Fujimaru, a newcomer who reads as a detective writing investigator

*Every time before receiving a commission, the dice will be thrown, and the buff will be random.