Chapter 3 Detective Code(1/2)
“Help the Kentelo cattle farm in Cancôme clean cow dung.”
"Help Grandma Pingka feed her Meow."
"What kind of commission are these? Are they so exaggerated? We are a detective agency, not a cleaning company, okay?"
Flip the files in your hand and turn them down one by one.
"I'll go, this one is even more exaggerated, helping the buzzing ranch mating? Hey? You can go and watch this one..."
Yuan Zeyu also wanted to know how the heavy armor of the one-horned rhino reproduced.
Pull the armor apart? Or can the object penetrate thick armor?
"Skin?"
It's a small one, I really don't understand what "mating" means.
Just as his mind showed a picture that was not suitable for children, Wen Ya blushed and grabbed the folder.
"Don't think about it all!"
Looking at Pichu again, "So too!"
The picture in my mind was broken instantly.
There is nothing to regret.
Pichu pounded garlic with her little head, although she didn't know what to think.
Yuan Zeyu spread her hands.
"There is no way, these commissions really make me unable to get any interest, and I can only enjoy my hardship."
Wenya gave him annoyed look.
"It was you who said it yourself. Let me record all the money-making commissions in Kangcheng online, so that you can choose at that time."
Press the temple.
"If I had this free time, it would be much more reliable to train Pichu."
But there is no way, this is the main source of income for him, the Elf Detective Agency.
When I could barely maintain my life, all the extra money was spent on cultivating Pichu.
Now the energy blocks on him have been exhausted.
Before getting new income, Pichu could only return to her former food, the Energy Gel.
A kind of elves food that is inferior to energy blocks but much cheaper, one of the main foods for most trainers.
Dongdongdongdongdong-
Just as Yuan Zeyu and Wenya were staring at each other, the door of the detective agency was knocked.
Yuan Zeyu's expression was restrained, she tidied up her clothes, and coughed lightly.
"Please come in."
The door was pushed open.
The first thing that caught my eye was a fair and delicate arm, followed by a white dress, with concave and convex curves, proud... ahem, tight clothes.
Yuan Zeyu's eyes lit up.
‘Business comes!’
The one who came in was a quiet girl, wearing a standard medical outfit and holding a newspaper.
The expression seemed a little hesitant.
Especially after seeing the small space inside the office and the slightly outdated desk, this hesitation became even more obvious.
"May I ask...is this the Elf Detective Agency?"
The sound sounds ethereal, with a unique cleanliness.
Seeing the woman, Wen Ya frowned slightly, looked at her figure, then looked at herself, and quietly hugged the folder to her chest.
If you have confirmed that you have a size, you can't compare to someone.
Moving silently, he walked behind Yuan Zeyu and stood still.
Declare sovereignty.
Yuan Zeyu smiled enthusiastically, ignoring the other party's hesitation and suspicion.
"Yes, this is the Elf Detective Agency, the detective's detective who helped the police solve the case yesterday."
Directly expressing one's "great achievements" will help relieve employers' doubts.
Article 3 of the "Detective Code" written by Yuan Zeyu.
Sure enough, after confirming this information, the doubts on the woman's face disappeared a lot.
He gently closed the door, walked to his desk, and said with a crisp voice:
"Hello, Mr. Detective, I have a... commission."
Yuan Zeyu's smile became more enthusiastic and he reached out to signal the other party to sit down and talk.
The woman glanced at the chair that was a little old but was wiped cleanly.
After hesitating for a moment, he pulled open the chair and sat on it.
The hips that outline the perfect curves only take up a small part of the chair.
"This...beautiful nurse, hiss--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Wenya didn't know when one hand was already tightly clasped on Yuan Zeyu's waist, rotating her elbow, showing a terrifying 180 degrees.
He glanced at him with a warning.
The nurse opposite did not see these.
Seeing Yuan Zeyu's young face, why did Yunxia feel like this person who said she was very professional...
It doesn't seem professional at all.
But they have already reached this point, and they can only treat dead horses as living horses.
He bit his thin lips and made a decision.
"One of my Pokémon... was accidentally lost. I hope you can help me find it."
Yuan Zeyu blinked and looked at her watch.
Smile a little.
A smile of confidence.
"The Pokémon should still be in the Pokémon Center."
"Hmm?" Yunxia was stunned.
Not only her, except for Yuan Zeyu, who was confident in the room, three other pairs of eyes were staring at him.
"Skin?"
Especially Pichu, he reached out and touched Yuan Zeyu's forehead and confirmed that he had no fever.
He only said one sentence, why did he even get the result?
"How do you know..."
Yuan Zeyu smiled mysteriously and stood up.
I took out a piece of chocolate from somewhere and threw it into my mouth. I chewed it slowly and ate the chocolate, and gradually became sharp regardless of the surprise in their eyes.
Extend a finger.
"First of all, you must be a nurse in this outfit.
And near my detective agency, there are only two places where there are nurses working, one is the Elf Center, and the other is the Kangcheng Second People's Hospital."
"Then how do you make sure I am a nurse at the Elf Center?"
Yunxia admitted that her curiosity was aroused.
"It's very simple." Yuan Zeyu looked down at his watch, "It's now twelve:50 noon... Twenty-five seconds, the lunch break at the Elf Center is twelve:00 noon.
The center is about two kilometers away from me.
If you walk, the average person should have the most twenty-five minutes, but considering your shoes, it will count it as thirty minutes.
In addition, the time you hesitate, the time you hand over after get off work, the time you think, and the time you walk into my office to talk, which adds up to fifty minutes.
The lunch break at Kangcheng Second People's Hospital is 11:30 noon, which is about ten kilometers away from me.
It's impossible to walk over.
The top of the bus is no more than eight minutes. Even if there is a traffic jam at noon, waiting for traffic lights, giving way to pedestrians, etc., it will be at most twenty minutes.
Time does not match.
To be continued...