A man in a trench coat pushed the door in, with the slight coolness and dew of the early autumn morning, the wind chimes brushed his short hair, he shrank his head slightly, looked at the wind chimes curiously for a while, and then walked to the store.

Yu Sheng, who was originally sitting at the bar, saw the guests and stood up suddenly, "Welcome, what do you want to drink?"

The blacksmith nodded secretly, this kid didn't feel much when he was a wanderer, but he really cared about being a waiter.

The man was in his thirties, with a straight back and a military atmosphere, and his reaction to seeing the rest of his life was just a faint smile.

"I'm looking for someone. He said, "A man named Yuan Tiexuan." ”

The blacksmith sighed inaudibly, and put down the cup, "Gao Jian." ”

"Old Yuan, you are really here. The man known as Gao Jian stared at the blacksmith's back.

The blacksmith winked at Yu Sheng, turned his head, and the eyes of the two men met, but they didn't say a word.

An invisible aura swirled between the two people, and for the rest of his life, he seemed to see two peerless masters standing on the top of the mountain, confronting each other coldly.

The atmosphere of the store is like the artificial lake in the central park in the second arrondissement in winter, and you can walk away if it is frozen and sturdy.

Just when Yu Sheng almost thought that this was the Near-God Soldier coming to the door, the blacksmith and Gao Jian laughed loudly at the same time, and the two big men took a step forward and hugged each other, full of emotion.

For the rest of my life, I looked at this and that, and I was dazed and didn't know why.

"You're fat," the blacksmith looked Gao Jian up and down, "you're so strong, if it weren't for the fact that your voice hasn't changed, I definitely won't recognize you." ”

"You're still the same, but your beard is thicker. Gao Jian smiled, even if he smiled, it gave people a serious feeling, which made people involuntarily awe.

"Uncle Vicissitudes," the blacksmith stroked his beard, very pleased with his image, "it looks like it has a story, and it can bluff the client." ”

Gao Jian's gaze swept over the scar under the blacksmith's beard, and instead of breaking it, he smiled, "That's right, so I'm stronger, and people believe that I am from a military background, which is more convincing." ”

The blacksmith had a moment of amusement and took Gao Jian to sit down at the bar.

"This is my former colleague, Gao Jian, a well-known private investigator in District 4, who is a leader in the entire empire. The blacksmith introduced, "This is my friend, the rest of my life." ”

The blacksmith emphasizes that the private detective is not a god, and this is the first time in his life that he has seen the intersection of wanderers and ordinary people. He shook hands with Gao Jian, who was strong and dry, full of rough hands.

"What do you want Mr. Gao to drink?" asked Yu Sheng, "coffee, tea, or juice?"

"Lukewarm, thank you. Gao Jian nodded.

"You're still the same, you don't smoke, you don't drink, you don't even drink. The blacksmith wanted to light a cigarette, but was stopped by Yu Sheng's eyes and put it back in his pocket.

"Alcohol and cigarettes stimulate my nerves and affect my judgment, and drinks are the beginning of pleasure and make my body lazy. Gao Jian took the water handed out by Yu Sheng and explained.

The blacksmith has not left tobacco and alcohol in his hands for nearly 20 years, so he naturally has his reasons, "You are wrong, cigarettes can refresh your mind, wine can relieve your worries, how can men lack it, they are all good things." ”

He didn't smoke or drink for the rest of his life, and he couldn't understand the blacksmith's words, he was just curious, the blacksmith and Gao Jian looked like two completely different people, and he didn't know how the two got together in the first place.

"I'm not here to debate this with you," Gao Jian shook his head, unwilling to continue, "I came to you because I have a case and want to ask you to help me." ”

The blacksmith raised his eyebrows, "And the commission you can't solve?"

Gao Jian smiled confidently, "Of course not." ”

The confidence in his words seemed to say that in this empire, there was no commission that he could not solve.

"And you're still looking for me?" the blacksmith looked disgusted.

Yu Sheng handed over a glass of water, Gao Jian nodded in thanks, and continued: "There is no other meaning, it's just that the matter involved in this commission happened in the sixth district, you are familiar here, so you should do me a favor, solve it early, and give you two percent." ”

"Fifty percent. The blacksmith didn't blink.

Yu Sheng silently gave a thumbs up, and cheered in his heart for the thickness of the blacksmith's face.

"Thirty percent at most," Gao Jian frowned, "borrowing your resources will only be faster, it doesn't mean that it can't be solved without you." ”

"Deal. "The blacksmith's face is finalized without changing his face.

Gao Jian was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the blacksmith to agree so neatly.

"You...... Don't even ask what the commission is?" Gao Jian smiled bitterly.

"What, you still dare to make trouble and break the law?" the blacksmith glanced at Gao Jian.

"Of course not," said Gao Jian, "although we are all doing things in secret, we will never go against the will of the Empire." ”

"That's it, then what am I afraid of? The blacksmith was addicted to cigarettes, but he couldn't smoke on the first floor, so he took out a cigarette and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"You're really ...... The eyes are vicious and terrifying. Gao Jian sighed, not knowing whether to mock or praise.

"What kind of commission is it?" the blacksmith asked nonchalantly, unconcerned about Gao Jian's half-mocking and half-true praise.

"Just talk here?" Gao Jian raised an eyebrow.

The blacksmith nodded thoughtfully, "Come upstairs with me, go to my room and talk carefully, if you don't smoke another one, I guess my throat will rebel." ”

The blacksmith said hello to Yu Sheng and took Gao Jian upstairs.

As soon as he pushed the door of the blacksmith house, a strong smell of smoke came to his face, Gao Jian choked a few sips and waited outside the door for a while before hiding his nose and entering the door.

"Feel free to sit. The blacksmith pointed to the old sofa.

The blacksmith emptied the ashtray full of cigarette butts into the trash, lit one for himself, and slumped into the swivel chair, groaning comfortably.

"You're here...... It should be redecorated. Gao Jian sat on the sofa and sighed.

"Poor," said the blacksmith, his face full of enjoyment, "all these years have been all the work of finding cats and dogs, where can I get any money." ”

"As for you......" The blacksmith raised his eyes to look at Gao Jian, "you are wearing a famous brand, it seems that you are not in vain." ”

"If you stayed back then, it all had a part of you. Gao Jian was a little melancholy, it was the blacksmith who brought Gao Jian into the industry, but he suddenly chose to quit and leave when the detective office was thriving, every time he thought of this, Gao Jian would feel sorry for the blacksmith, regretting that he could not see the development of the career they created together.

The blacksmith finished the cigarette in his hand in a few sips, added a new member to the ashtray that had just been cleared, and lit another one.

"It doesn't matter if I stay or not, you're doing a good job. The blacksmith said that the smoke almost obscured half of his face, and there was a haze behind a veil, and that the wanderer at that time was experiencing the impact of the birth of the Child of Light, and that the main force was fleeing from death, and that he had to devote himself to the reconstruction of the wanderer, and had to give up his identity on the surface.

Of course, Gao Jian didn't know this.

"Besides, I didn't leave you a message later. The blacksmith waved his hand to dispel the smoke in front of him and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Gao Jian smiled and didn't answer.

The blacksmith crossed his fingers and looked at Gao Jian, "Okay, what kind of case is it, you can put aside your little brother and go out in person." ”

"Two weeks ago, a wealthy man from the second district came to our office and asked us to help investigate the cause of his son's death. He suspected that his son had been murdered. ”

"Murder?" the blacksmith frowned, "It's good to call the police for this kind of thing, why find a private detective?"

"Because it was officially determined that his son died by suicide. Gao Jian said.

"Do you have to fight for the coffin?" the blacksmith chuckled, "does he want to pay compensation, or is he going crazy because of the grief of losing his son?"

Gao Jian smiled bitterly, "My first reaction was also this idea, but with his value, of course, there is no need to make money, I can only say that he may lose his mind, or really have some inside story." ”

"But if you really have an inside story, and you really find out the truth that the police can't find out or don't want to release, they will inevitably trouble you in the future. The blacksmith said.

"No way, the price offered by the owner is too tempting," Gao Jian sighed, he had actually begun to regret his greed, "Four million." ”

"Four million?" the blacksmith slowly sat up straight, muttering, "It's really generous." ”

"Four million deposits, what do you really find, give another six million," Gao Jian smiled bitterly, "a full ten million, if it were you, would you take it?"

"Pick it up, of course it, a fool won't take it," the blacksmith patted the table, "not only to take it, but also to check." ”

Gao Jian took out a USB drive from his arms and threw it to the blacksmith, "The information is here, your computer should be usable, right?"

The blacksmith took the USB drive and turned it on.

On the information given by Gao Jian, a young face with dyed green hair was staring blankly at the blacksmith off-screen.

"Fan Yuhu, 21 years old, unemployed, lives in the Qingshan Villa District of the Sixth District......" The blacksmith sighed, "I know that half of the rich people in the Sixth District live there." ”

"Look down. Gao Jian stretched out his hand and motioned to the blacksmith to pay attention to the point.

“…… September 16 at the Bright Six Degrees Bar...... I don't know this place...... Down...... Balabala Balabala is useless...... A strong explosion occurred at the bar at one o'clock in the morning, which was initially identified as an underground gas pipe in the bar...... Forty-one people, including Fan Yuhu, died," the blacksmith looked up, "Why haven't you seen this on the news, who is the royal relative of the bar owner?"

"It's not a big problem," Gao Jian snorted, "You look down, there are a few photos, but don't say I didn't remind you, it's best to be mentally prepared." ”

The blacksmith scrolled, the screen slid down, and a twisted body appeared in front of him.

If it weren't for the fact that the lower part of the corpse was still covered with a white cloth, the blacksmith would have thought that some rubber model had been crushed and deformed by something, and the bones of the corpse had been completely destroyed, and the funeral parlor people were helpless, probably only to dispose of the blood stains and conspicuous wounds, but it was still possible to see where some bones had penetrated the skin.

The blacksmith finally recognized the location of the corpse's facial features, and it was already a luxury to see the original appearance, and the only thing that could connect the blacksmith to the young man with overindulgence written on his face at the beginning of the document was the green hair that remained on the top of his head.

If it were an ordinary person, at first glance at this photo, he might really vomit out a piece of the overnight meal, but the blacksmith looked at it with relish.

"It's hard to collect this corpse when it becomes like this. The blacksmith admired the picture, and there was a joke in his mouth, but he wondered in his heart, the corpse in the photo was like being grabbed by a giant and rubbed in the palm of his hand, what was the situation that could make a person like this.

"You should say, what exactly can make a person like this. According to the police report, this was caused by the shock wave of the gas explosion, but the tables and chairs around the deceased did not even have the slightest impact scars, as if only the person himself was crushed into this way out of thin air. Gao Jian said.

The blacksmith continued to slide down, and there was nothing underneath the photograph, so that was the end of the information.

Gao Jian continued: "Moreover, relatives are forbidden to take pictures when claiming the body, and a confidentiality agreement needs to be signed to claim it.

The blacksmith didn't pay much attention to Gao Jian's analysis, but this commission did pique his interest.

Non-disclosure agreements, strange corpses, and familiar gas explosions, the Near-God Army didn't even bother to change their ways. All of this adds up, and the blacksmith is already six points sure that this matter will have something to do with the gods.

But who exactly it is, whether it is a newcomer or not, the blacksmith can't determine it for the time being, the ability of the left and right and Tang Tang can do this, and Ding Qing's vines can also crush people's bones like a giant python.

But the blacksmith believed that since no one had mentioned it to him or the shopkeeper, it should not have been the Wanderer's doing.

As for the Near-God Army's side, of course, the golden hand could easily twist the body of an ordinary person, not to mention that Mr. Li, she could do it with one finger.

But the golden hand has been abolished by himself, and without a year and a half of cultivation, I am afraid that he will not be able to act normally at all.

Could it be that Mr. Li who made the move?

"Old Yuan!" Gao Jian slapped the table violently, and the ashtray jumped.

The blacksmith came back to his senses, and then remembered that Gao Jian was still in the house.

"I've asked you three times, how is it, but you gave me a letter. Gao Jian was very dissatisfied with the blacksmith's careless attitude, since the two of them knew the blacksmith like this, Gao Jian used to be a lot because of this pig blacksmith, ten years have passed, the only change in the blacksmith is that he has more beard.

"Okay...... blacksmith agreed casually, then looked confused, "Ask me what?"

Gao Jian stared at that blank face and took a deep breath, although the precipitation of successful people for many years reminded him not to get angry, Gao Jian's face was still flushed.

"Your face ......," the blacksmith pointed at Gao Jian and traced in a circle.

"Huh......" Gao Jian exhaled a breath of turbidity, barely revealing an extremely ugly smile, "I'm asking you, do you want to check with me." ”

The blacksmith blinked and muttered for a moment, "I have something to do lately, and your case may not take long to solve, I'm afraid I won't be able to go." ”

"Ten million. Gao Jian's face was expressionless.

"But I can get someone else to come with you. The blacksmith continued.

"Who?"