Thriller Paradise

"Hello, um ... Yes, I'm Zuo Yan ... No... I'm not in the kind of relationship you think I am ... Um ... Anyway ... Do you know everything? He's standing right in front of me ... Okay. " After Zuo Yan spoke briefly to the person on the other end of the phone, he raised his head and looked at Sergeant Daxter."Sergeant, please answer the phone."

"Ha?" When Daxter heard that, he instinctively froze and thought, this kid needs a beating, right? You're the one who came to me and said you wanted to provide me with clues, but you suddenly called me in the middle of the conversation, and now you want me to answer it?"

"What phone call? Who was it? What the hell are you doing?" Dawst raised his voice and asked three times.

Rather than a question, it was more like three rebukes.

Zuo Yan replied with a helpless expression,"Uh ... The Minister of Internal Affairs would like to speak to you."

"Who is it?" Daxter's eyes widened. He turned his head to the side and moved his ear closer to the other person. Obviously ... He suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Minister of the Internal Affairs ..." Zuo Yan repeated the words. However, as he repeated them a second time, his voice grew lower and lower until the last syllable was barely audible.

"Hehe ..." Daxter laughed in anger."Why don't you say that it's the Prince of Wales?" As he spoke, he snatched the phone from Zuo Yan's hands and shouted at the screen,"Hey! Bastard, do you know what the consequences are for playing a prank on the police?"

Daxter held his phone and listened for about three seconds. Then, his smile froze.

Soon, dawst turned around and continued in a trembling voice,"“s……ss……se……sir! I'm sorry, I couldn't tell it was you!" He held his chin with his hand and slowly returned to his normal pace of speaking."Yes, yes ... I'm dauste ... I'm really flattered that you remember my name! Yes, yes ... I still remember you saying hello to me at the dinner party ..."

What dawst said after that was only known to the Minister of the Interior and him. As he spoke, he left the room with his phone and went to a place with no one else.

About seven minutes later, dauste returned to the reception room. He looked at Zuo Yan with a complicated expression and politely handed the phone back to him.

"So ... You're also a detective." Daxter's tone was still not very friendly when he spoke to Zuo Yan, but compared to his attitude seven minutes ago ... It was much better.

"I guess so ..." Zuo Yan thought for a few seconds and nodded.

In fact, he wanted to deny it in the depths of his heart ...

Since he spent all his time with a super detective like victork, Zuo Yan had always felt that he wasn't qualified to call himself a "detective." Therefore, under normal circumstances, he would deny his identity and emphasize that he was only the department head of the university's Department of reasoning.

However, the situation this time was special. In order to stay at the scene and participate in the investigation, Zuo Yan had not hesitated to "use his connections." At this moment ... If he were to forcefully deny his identity as a detective and cause more trouble ... It would be a little too much.

"What do you mean 'sort of'? Zuo Yan is a very good detective." The next second, Feng bujue put on a smug expression and told dauste,"Mr. Sheriff, we Chinese people are normally very humble and low-key. Please forgive us for our lack of self-awareness."

Even though he did not hear the conversation on the phone, from Zuo Yan and Daoshi's words, brother Jue could basically guess what had happened on the phone ...

According to the setting in "the second-rate detective and the cat," Zuo Yan studied at Imperial peak, a fictional university. What was the name of this school? Let's put it this way ... It's probably a University that's even harder to get into than hogwoz, and it's for normal humans.

Students who wanted to further their studies at Imperial peak generally had to meet three conditions: Ability, wealth, status. Among them, the first two ... Were still easy to handle. As long as they could pass the crazy entrance test made by Imperial peak and their family happened to have tens of millions of dollars, they would meet the requirements. But as for the 'identity'... How should I put it ... It's best if it's the Crown Prince. It doesn't matter which country he's from. If it was not the royal family ... A little less, a noble family was fine too ... Anyway, it was fine if it was within three generations of being a noble. If it really doesn't work, the offspring of bureaucrats or tycoons can also do it. After all, some countries have a short history and there are no aristocrats at all ... But these offspring of officials and businessmen will definitely have to fork out more sponsorship fees. After all, you people are more "vulgar." If you want to enter Imperial peak and become a second-class citizen ... You have to send at least eight to ten million Yuan to the school every year.

All in all ... This was a school that could never exist in reality. Creatures like long aotian (and Mary Sue as well) were like carps in the river in Imperial peak, so they were not a problem. Those who didn't have the name of "long aotian" because of their looks or bloodline were only the top students and rich second generation. This kind of person ... Couldn't find a girlfriend in Imperial peak.

Then, back to Zuo Yan ... As the main character of a novel, he was different from the rest.

Zuo Yan's parents were experts in "archeology." They spent their entire year wandering around the world and rarely saw anyone. Ever since Zuo Yan could remember, he had been calling his parents "male and female thieves." As for the reason ... You can figure it out for yourself ...

Although his family was rich, he was not related to any influential people due to his bloodline. Logically speaking, he should not have had any fate with a school like Imperial peak.

However, there were no stories without coincidences. In the year that Zuo Yan was admitted to University, Imperial peak had tried to "reform." During the enrollment, the school had relaxed the requirement of "identity" by a little. Thus, Zuo Yan, a "commoner," had taken advantage of the "policy" and sneaked into the school ...

Of course,"commoner" was just a scornful term used by some people in the school. To outsiders, he was also classified as long aotian ...

In summary, it was normal for Zuo Yan to be able to speak directly to the Minister of the Internal Affairs of a foreign country.

To put it bluntly ... He had called a classmate on the way here and asked for a favor. Then, his classmate called his family and told them about the situation. In the end ... In less than half an hour, the family of that classmate settled the matter.

From Feng bujue's point of view, even if Zuo Yan did not pass the phone to dawist right in front of him, it was not difficult to figure out how Zuo Yan was involved in the case ... After all, brother Jue already had access to the man's background information.

Now that brother Jue had heard keywords like 'avilina', he naturally knew who Zuo Yan had asked for help.

Good ... Good ... Great detectives ..."At this moment, there was a hint of happiness in dawst's expression and tone, other than helplessness. It seemed that ... His tense nerves were finally broken by the feeling of a broken pot."In order to not be stifled at work and not eat sh * t physically ... Next ... I'll step back and be a spectator." He paused for a moment."What about you two ... Do whatever you want. Please feel free to start your investigation. When you're done, please point me in the right direction."

As he spoke, he took out a small metal bottle from the inner pocket of his shirt. The bottle's cap was attached to the mouth of the bottle, so it opened with one pull. Daxter picked up the bottle with one hand and poured the unknown liquid into his mouth.

"Uh ... Is that wine?" Zuo Yan had already smelled the alcohol and was asking the obvious.

"No, this is my blood. My ex-wife uses it to make afternoon tea every day ..." After he gave up, Daxter's sense of humor suddenly came back to life. He seemed to be using this self-deprecating comment to respond to brother Jue's comment on his life."...Do you want a sip?"

"He's not of age yet. " Before Zuo Yan could reply, Feng bujue answered first and took the small bottle from the sergeant."And you ... My dear Chief Officer, what you need now is not this kind of cheap stuff ..." Then, he tilted his head back and finished the remaining cheap wine in the small bottle."I think we should go and check John's wine cellar first ... To see if there are any clues."