After that, the seventh day after the "Metro Massacre" incident was also the first day of Ed's assistant's career—

There was almost no one visiting the whole day. Bored, Ed was not idle: he first cleaned the floor, trimmed dead branches for the plants in front of the door, and then sat down and was about to read the previous commission records...

If being a detective assistant is really so easy, then he doesn't mind working until he dies of old age.

Just as the night was blue and the sun was about to go out, there were three "knocks and knocks" sounds, and then someone pushed the door in. Ed didn't expect that there would be visitors at this time, so he quickly got up:

"Hello, what can I do for you...Damn! Why are you?"

The visitor was the previous coffee shop owner. He wore a very fashionable color-blocked coat and a plaid scarf. It seemed that he had just finished get off work from a circus and had a curved hook with a beard, and his body exuded the coquettish atmosphere of cologne.

"Yo~, it seems that we are really lucky. Wouldn't we treat me something?"

The coffee shop owner smiled while pinching his beard and hung his bowler hat on the hanger.

"Tea or coffee?" Ed sighed and reluctantly stepped towards the tea cabinet next to the coal stove.

"All right, I'll just talk about it." The coffee shop owner waved his hand, "I'm not interested in evaluating the works of the amateur contestants."

Ed stopped and turned around: "Are you here to find someone to do something or to find happiness?"

"...My little baby Bena Melissa got lost a day ago, and my heart was about to break. An old acquaintance told me that you have a strong ability to do business here, so I came here to try my luck."

Although his tone was frivolous and exaggerated, Ed clearly saw anxiety and uneasiness flashing in the man's eyes. Perhaps time has made him accustomed to not expressing these emotions on his face.

"Okay, please sit there first... Are you your surname?"

So Ed changed his sincere attitude and took out a pencil from the pen holder and wrote it on the straw paper. Then he would be formally copied on the power of attorney, which would look cleaner and cleaner.

“Renard Downston.”

Client: Rayna de Donston, Missing person: Namai Lisha Donston, "By the way, have you called the police?"

"Of course I reported it. They said that the cat is missing and will not be dealt with! These borers that absorb taxpayers' blood..." the store owner complained angrily.

Crack, the pencil tip was poked into two sections by Ed.

Domestic cat?

“…I don’t pay taxes to make them sit in the office and eat tea and cookies…oh, what’s wrong with you?”

"fine."

Ed controlled his facial expression and pulled out a pencil from the pen holder: "Uh...so you just lost a cat?"

"What does it mean to 'just lose a cat'?! She is my family!" The shop owner almost screamed in a screaming tone: "Do you understand the meaning of family, boy?"

"I do have a lot to learn if I have no intention of offending." Ed drew a horizontal line on the word "man" of "missing person", added "cat" below, and continued to ask:

"Then please describe its characteristics and places you usually go to."

"Her fluff is darker than at night, her eyes are like bright yellow gems, pure white gloves on her limbs, and iceberg-like pure snow hanging on her tail... Everyone on the street was fascinated by her."

The black cat, yellow eyes, paws and tail tips are white. Ed wrote on paper.

"The cost of missing persons in the city is two and a half pounds. If a domestic cat is charged one pound, do you think this is acceptable?"

"Don't you understand? She is my family! As long as she can come back safely, I will give you five pounds!" The boss stretched out five fingers and gestured.

"Of course...no problem, as long as you're happy."

Ed added a line of words at the end—

Entrustment fee: 5 pounds.

"Sir, buy newspapers? The subway massacre has been solved! You can find out the truth with a penny from the Silver Mist Telegraph."

Ed looked at the newspaper boy in front of him - thin, sallow complexion, typical malnutrition; his front teeth turned into two holes, obviously still in the tooth change period, patches were sewn on the octagonal cap, and his trouser legs could not reach his ankle...

In the East Side, children like this poor family produce more parts than factories, and nearly half of them live less than their 18th birthday.

The newspaper boy did not notice Ed's gaze and tried his best to sell the newspaper in his hand: "Or add one penny to buy the "Honest Man's Newspaper", the fourth edition of the tasteless jokes must be your taste!"

Why do I say it seems like I'm very useless...

Ed handed over a small two-pence copper coin and asked casually: "Have you seen a black cat? The yellow eyes, claws and tail tips are white."

"I haven't seen it. Sir, are you looking for a cat? I can ask the guys I know to help me find it, and I'll pay a shilling if I find it."

If these kids can really find them, they can earn a net profit of 5 pounds by spending 1 shilling. It turns out that being a middleman is so exciting...

"Well, if you find it, send it to Mr. Downston at the Clein Street Coffee House. If it is his cat, I promise he will pay you a lot of money, a full pound. Do you understand?"

Ed said truthfully. He is not a capitalist and does not intend to make money on this.

When the newspaper boy heard this astronomical number, he lit his head like a chicken pecking at rice and ran away like a smoke.

According to the description of the coffee shop owner Downston, in addition to Klein Street, Namelissa often wanders around the surrounding streets and has a strong desire to hunt.

In the most optimistic situation, perhaps Namelissa was accidentally trapped on the top of the tree while catching birds.

And the most pessimistic situation is that there are always many cars and horses in the surrounding streets...

Ed spent the whole morning searching the streets, parks, alleys around Klein Street, where cats were most likely to be found, but nothing was found.

Seeing that it was already noon, he gradually felt empty in his stomach and planned to use the repair shop to give him a meal before talking about it.

Since he was resurrected, he hasn't had a really decent meal. He chose a mid-range restaurant that looks pretty good, but was stopped by the waiter as soon as he entered the door:

"Sorry, sir, we're closed."

Ed was stunned and asked, "What kind of karma should I take off at noon?"

"This...", the waiter looked puzzled: "There is a rat in the kitchen."

A fuss?

Ed couldn't help but be surprised. It was common for rats to have mice in the restaurant kitchen. They closed down because of the rat. Is this store so conscientious?

In theory, this kind of thing is not told to diners. Isn’t it better if a mouse catches or drives it away? And why is it closed down due to this suspension?

"Is it serious? My uncle is a professional mouse-catching man. I have learned some skills from him. Do you need me to go over and take a look?"

Ed made up a few nonsense casually. He was just curious about what kind of rats could make a restaurant closed during prime time at noon.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the store manager..." After a while, the waiter trotted back all the way: "Come with me, but don't talk nonsense."

After saying that, the waiter led Ed to the kitchen. He pushed open the door and shocked Ed:

Oh My God……

The mice, groups of mice, carry the ingredients, vegetables, fresh meat, and cut cheese from the kitchen like assembly lines in the workshop. Those who don’t know about it thought they had reached the rat kingdom in the fairy tale.

He even saw several mice working together to transport a large piece of lamb leg away...

The rat group ignored them at all, and was not as timid as ordinary rats. They were like an army of rats.

"Do you think it can be solved? The ingredients have been emptied, so we have no choice but to close our business. Oops!"

The waiter looked at the rat tide coming and going down his feet in fear, and screamed with his arms and shoulders.

"Where did these mice come from?" Ed thought about it and felt stranger.

Such a large group of rats obviously would not have appeared out of thin air. If it swaggers in from the street, it would definitely cause a lot of riots.

In other words, they must come from some hidden channel that is not easy to discover.

"Back alley, you can go and see it yourself...ah!!!"

A mouse suddenly climbed along his trouser legs onto the waiter's leg, scaring him so much that he threw his shoes out in a mess, and flew out without looking back.

OK... It seems that I have to go on my own again.

Following the track of the mouse's transport, Ed pushed open the back door and came to the back alley. It was filled with brooms, wooden barrels, and tattered shelves. It was so narrow that even the mouse had to squeeze through his legs.

I saw the rat group that had looted the restaurant and disappeared behind the moldy and rotten wooden boards. In the gap between the wooden boards, a fluffy black tail was exposed, and the tip was pure white.

No, Na Melissa?!

Ed never expected that he could find the coffee shop owner's pet cat here. These mice were not afraid of it at all?

He walked over carefully and wanted to reach out and catch it...

The fluffy black tail fell down like a dead branch that fell off a tree trunk. The bloody end was full of traces of rodent bites...

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Chapter completed!