Early in the morning, in a coffee shop, a girl with short brown hair ordered a cup of black coffee and sat in the shop, as if waiting for something. Soon, Masami Hirota came to the shop in a hurry and looked around the shop.
He walked to the table where the girl with short brown hair was and sat down.
"What's wrong? Shiho, you called me here in such a hurry? Didn't you just meet me yesterday?"
Hirota Masami asked with some confusion.
The girl took a sip of coffee, carefully took out a note from her pocket, and handed it to Masami Hirota.
Taking the note, Masami Hirota saw that it contained an address on Shikoku Island.
"This is?"
"His hometown address."
The girl said with some seriousness, "Sister, please help me check the cause of his death. Apart from my sister, I really have no one I can turn to."
"That's no problem."
Masami Hirota lowered her voice as she spoke, "But why do you suddenly want to investigate this now?"
The girl was about to answer when she suddenly saw a man wearing a blue windbreaker walking towards the store outside the transparent door of the coffee shop. Then the girl got up in a slight panic and walked into the restroom of the store.
Seeing the girl's abnormal behavior, Masami Hirota felt very strange, so she followed the girl's gaze and turned to look at the door of the coffee shop. She saw the man in the blue trench coat walked into the shop and bought an iced Americano.
Then he took him away and left.
Naturally, Hirota Masami recognized the man. He was the man who rushed to the booth after the incident at the "Fusha Painting" new product sales event yesterday.
After the man left, the girl slowly walked back to her seat with a calm face. Seeing this, Hirota Masami seemed to have discovered something terrible, and came to the girl's side, asking curiously.
"Hey, Shiho, that person is the one from the new product launch yesterday! You can't be..."
"Sister, don't think too much. Don't you think he looks like that person?"
The girl said with a calm expression.
Masami Hirota thought for a moment and finally shook her head.
"Really."
Seeing Hirota Masami's reaction, the girl seemed to be relieved, and took another sip of coffee.
"Then, can you please help me check, sister, who was that person just now?"
On the other side, the person who just left the coffee shop was naturally Gao Yuan, and what he was wearing was naturally a windbreaker named "The Hermit". It was washed and dried by the washing machine last night, and then ironed by myself. It is ready to wear.
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Because he found a reliable detective agency, Gao Yuan, who wanted to make money, set out early today to go to the location of the detective agency called "Detective Mediation Agency".
In Japan, a country where private detectives are a legal profession, there are many professional private detectives who make a living in this way. However, in addition to the necessary abilities, the detective profession also requires a reputation to be able to receive commissions more easily, and this is for those who are new to the industry.
It is a difficult thing for newbies.
However, there are only a handful of famous detectives, but there is a steady stream of commissions, so intermediaries naturally appear in the middle.
In Tokyo, you can find a large number of agencies that engage in detective commissioning on the Internet. However, considering that there will be many shell companies or unscrupulous companies among them, in order to reduce the difficulty of screening, Gao Yuan used "crawler software" last night.
After extensive screening of the retrieved information, I finally found this "detective agency" that should be quite formal.
According to the address mentioned in the message, Gao Yuan arrived in front of a large European-style apartment with "sand glass" written on the door plate, which means "hourglass".
Pushing the door open and entering, the wind chime at the door immediately rang a crisp sound.
But Gao Yuan discovered that this place seemed to be a coffee shop. The soft lighting set off the beautiful decoration, which had a somewhat classic feel. However, there were few places in the shop. Apart from the bar, there were only a few round tables and chairs - this made
Gao Yuan was a little embarrassed, after all, he was still holding unfinished coffee bought by someone else.
At the bar, what Gao Yuan saw was a man in his thirties or forties, wearing the ubiquitous black-rimmed glasses. His whole temperament looked very frivolous, and he did not look like the owner of a coffee shop.
, nor does he seem to be a character related to the profession of detective.
There was also a boy wearing a baseball cap and a girl wearing a maid outfit inside the store. However, since there were not many customers in the store, the boy was mopping the floor aimlessly with a mop, while the girl was stroking a cat in her arms attentively.
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Besides himself, the only person who seemed to be a guest was a middle-aged lady sitting at the bar.
Because Gao Yuan came in, the man wearing glasses at the bar looked at him, and then said naturally: "Welcome."
Somewhat unsure, Gao Yuan walked to the bar and asked in a low voice: "Is this a detective agency?"
"Yes, let me introduce myself. My name is Kizui Fourou, the owner of the coffee shop and detective agency."
The man Kizui Hōro replied, "Excuse me, what is your entrustment?"
"No, I'm actually a detective, and I want to come here to accept some commissions."
Gao Yuan said.
Hearing this, Franz Kizui lifted his eyes and looked at Gao Yuan with some curiosity.
"Excuse me, what is your name?"
"Wise and lofty."
After hearing Gao Yuan's name, Kizui Fran thought for a moment: "Yeah. It's a name I've never heard of."
Regarding this situation, Gao Yuan had nothing to say. After all, the cases he had solved before had not caused any repercussions from the outside world, and yesterday was the only case he encountered in front of the media, and all the limelight went to Kudo Yukiko.
"It's like this. We will divide detectives here into three levels: 'Pine', 'Bamboo', and 'Plum'. The payment standards for detectives at different levels are also different. Now I don't know your specific abilities, Detective Akechi. I really can't.
Even though I’m grading you, I don’t know what entrustment I should entrust to you.”
Kizui Hōro said helplessly, and then he seemed to have thought of something and pointed at the lady sitting at the bar.
"By the way, there happens to be a ready-made client here. I haven't decided which detective to introduce to her yet. Why don't you give it a try first?"
After looking at the lady who was sitting at the bar and looking a little anxious, Gao Yuan nodded in agreement, so Kizui Hōro came to the lady and introduced her.
"Ms. Hirata, this is Detective Akechi. If you have any entrustment, you can talk to him."
"Hello, Ms. Hirata, how can I help you?"
Gao Yuan walked up to the lady named Hirata and asked.
Seeing a detective coming to her side, Ms. Hirata seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw. She panicked and said to Gao Yuan with some excitement: "Detective wise! Please save my husband!"
After saying that, he stood up and bowed to Gao Yuan.
Receiving this great gift, Gao Yuan felt a little embarrassed. He asked Ms. Hirata to calm down and asked, "Excuse me, what happened to your husband?"
"He was regarded as a murderer and was arrested by the police!"