"You know this man?" Mrs. Jones seemed to understand the "whisper" between Eric and Chiko.

Eric shrugged his shoulders very calmly, "How so, I just wonder why Mr. Jack is messing with these people, they seem to be - out of place. Mrs. Jones, do you know this person?"

Mrs. Jones still seemed to be struggling to piece together the portrait of Mr. X in her mind, and by some point, Chiko had drawn a rough outline of X on a blank piece of paper with a pencil. Mrs. Jones stared at the pencil portrait with a frown, but finally shook her head with difficulty: "I haven't seen it." In our circle, there are very few people who will have this kind of clothing. ”

Chiko continued, "Could it be Mr. Jack's classmates or relatives or friends?" Chiko eagerly wanted to open a gap in Mr. Jack to find the Smiling Face Army.

Mrs. Jones shook her head: "I didn't meet this person at our wedding ceremony either. Jack was a single-parent who grew up living with his father, and none of his relatives or friends sat in a row of churches. ”

Chiko is a little disappointed, but at least Mr. Jack is definitely a key clue, as long as you report to the boss and investigate all of Jack's interpersonal relationships, there is a chance that you can catch the tail of the Smiling Face Army. Thinking of this, Qianzi secretly rejoiced in this unexpected incident.

Mrs. Jones saw Chiko's uncertain expression, and couldn't help asking, "Miss Andy, have you already thought of any way to find my husband?"

At this time, Eric coughed lightly twice, and took Mrs. Jones's question: "Dear Mrs. Jones, I think Mr. Jack's disappearance is already clear. From Mr. Jack's personal transfer to the secret connection with this man, I think Mr. Jack's whereabouts have a great connection with this man. I think I have a suggestion, don't know if you'd be willing to take it. ”

"Of course I do, Eric, I have absolute confidence in your abilities. Mrs. Jones's tone became rather urgent.

And Eric's next so-called "suggestion" made Chiko cry and laugh, and only this kind of messed up rich wife would believe that a third-rate private detective would have an extremely close long-term relationship with the dignified CIA, and it was so intimate that it could mobilize the CIA's Tianyan equipment, and even believed that it could be like in a Hollywood movie, as long as you tap a few times in front of the computer screen, you can control all the cameras in the entire K country, and identify the man's whereabouts and trajectory in the vast sea of people.

It's ridiculous!

"You must trust me, Mrs. Jones, that I will put all business down and do everything I can to find Mr. Jack and keep him safe. You'll believe me, won't you?" said Eric, rubbing the check in his hand.

"Of course, dear~" Mrs. Jones hugged Eric tightly, which made Eric feel a strong sense of suffocation, "I have always believed you, you are the best detective in all of Solomon. ”

Chiko sent away Mrs. Jones, who was grateful, and confirmed through the cat's eye on the door that she was far away. When she returned to the drawing-room, she saw Eric proudly waving a check for $500,000 in his hand—Mrs. Jones's consignment. Qianzi crossed his waist and accused angrily: "Do you know that your behavior just now has constituted fraud. ”

"Really? Won't you report to your boss about tonight's windfall, or is this clue not enough for you CIA to mobilize enough personnel and authority?"

"These are two different things! The CIA serves the security of the nation, not the check for 500,000 in your hand. As she spoke, Chiko raised her palm and drew a line in the air, as if to distinguish the two things irrefutably.

"Do you know how many wars and evils there are in this world for the sake of what you call the inexplicably strong national security? But in fact, this is just a game played by politicians and businessmen. And your CIA is just a pawn in these games, and it is not as clean and happy as my 500,000. Eric scoffed at the "great truth" in the mouth of a thousand sons.

Chiko was about to refute. Eric saw her intentions in time and pointed to the wall clock: "Oh~ Miss Agent, don't you think it makes more sense to report tonight's events with the newly appointed Director Thompson than to argue with me about this dispensable issue." It's 10:00 p.m., and maybe this workaholic still has some energy to listen to your report. ”

Chiko glared at Eric fiercely, turned and walked to her room. But before he could take a few steps, Chiko suddenly stopped, looked back at Eric with suspicious eyes, "You don't know how to play any tricks!"

At this point, Eric's ass finally left the rocking chair that had been stuck for a week. He stood up and replied with a smile, "Now I just want to take a comfortable hot bath and then go back to my rocking chair and wait for your news." What do you think I can do until you don't have the final result?" said Eric, who began to undress and untie his pants on his own.

"You! It seems that you are indeed a shameless rascal!" Chiko turned her head in disgust, angrily returning to the room that had become herself. Qianzi had never seen a living man blatantly "strip show" in front of him, and two shallow blush could not help but float on his cheeks. Even Eric was a little surprised, he just wanted to tease this annoying female agent, but he didn't expect this woman who could play "*" so debly, to have such a big reaction. Eric couldn't help but have an inexplicable sense of strangeness about this "untouchable" stunner.

Chiko closed the door, only to find that her breathing seemed to be a little short, and the image of Eric undressing flashed in her mind. She shook her head vigorously, cursing the shameless rogue detective in her mouth. At this time, there was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and Chiko opened the door a thin crack, and saw through the crack in the door that the lights in the bathroom were bright and sounded, and the sound of rushing water sounded, so he was a little relieved, and gently closed the door to report the major discovery tonight.

But moments after Chiko closed the crack on the door, Eric quietly walked out of the bathroom. He turned on the shower in the bathroom, let the water rattle, and only changed his clothes in front of the washbasin, and then tiptoed into the living room, where he pulled out a small suitcase from under the sofa in the living room. He opened his suitcase, and he had a fake passport, a new mobile phone, a new phone card, and a change of clothes. Finally, Eric pulled out a photograph from his pocket, which in his eyes was the most valuable of Mrs. Jones's stack.

This is a photo of Mr. Jack at a private winery. In this photo, the X-killer of the Smiling Legion appears on Mr. Jack's body. But compared with other photos, there is an extra set of license plates in the rearview mirror of this photo, combined with the angle of the rearview mirror and the direction of X's reflection on the body, as well as the set of keys hooked by his little finger, it can be basically determined that the car behind must belong to this X killer. So, under the cover of the sound of the shower in the bathroom, Eric called his friend Robert: "Hey, just now a black Porsche with license plate DXI-269 hit my car and escaped, you can help me see which bastard's car this is." ”

Moments later, Eric got the answer: "The car was named in the office of a private bank in the Solomon area of country E, which had been abolished three days earlier by its headquarters in Lenkenshire, country E." What's even more interesting to Eric is that the name of the bank is Bald.

Eric remembers that Balde was the god of light in Norse mythology. Legend has it that when he smiles, people are spoilt for joy. Consider that Puffer Sr. is also from Northern Europe, and the god of light has a lot in common with his belief that the Smiling Legion will bring true light to the world in another way.

Thinking of old Pfeivre, Eric felt a little sad, even if he planned the big bang that shook the world and history five years ago, but it could not erase his unparalleled talent and intelligence. In contrast, his son, Felix, although he inherited his mind, lost the ambitions, ideals, and long-term vision of old Puffer.

Eric quietly walked out of the detective office and quickly got into a taxi that happened to drive past the door. "Solomon International Airport, I'm willing to pay five times the fare if your speed satisfies me. Eric knows very well that the best way to rush a driver is never to yell and complain.

"Yes, sir. As it happens, you've met the fastest driver in the entire Solomon area. With that, the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. For Eric, Custer's death and the efficiency of the entire CIA will be bogged down in the mire of cleaning the portal for some time, which buys him valuable time.

"I never said that I was a member of the same road as you. Goodbye, naïve Miss Agent. Eric turned his head and waved triumphantly at the detective agency.

As soon as Mrs. Jones returned to her mansion, her phone began to chime with a symphony. She slid the call button and scolded dissatisfiedly: "It seems that you will only take the initiative to contact me if I hold your matter." ”

"Oh, yes? Looks like my faux pas. A deep voice came from the phone, "How are things going?" ”

"Are you doubting my abilities? It's even more rude. Mrs. Jones feigned displeasure.

There were a few soft coughs on the other end of the phone: "Okay, I apologize to you, it seems that things are going well." ”

"What do you say? two young men who haven't dried up, but~ while that hairy detective named Eric does have some skills, are you sure he can really help you get that thing?"

"I'm convinced of that. In addition to his extraordinary insight and judgment, most importantly, he has the same personality and ideals as us, and although the path is different, it will eventually end up in one end. ”

"Oh-really? Looks like you think highly of him. ”

There was no response on the other side of the phone, and it seemed that any more words would become unhelpful and uninteresting. I only heard a "beep-" sound, and abruptly ended this meaningful call.

"Old fellow~ you need to learn the basic etiquette of a gentleman. Mrs. Jones smiled coldly at the phone screen, then she tossed it aside and affectionately called out into the empty room, "Alice~My darling, where are you?" ”

Before he could finish speaking, a snow-white lady dog walked in slowly from the door, holding a miserable white bone in its mouth. Mrs. Jones rebuked, "Oh—Alice, you have such affection for the Smith huskies?"

Alice obediently walked up to Mrs. Jones's feet, and after a few squatting, she curled up and licked the bones from her mouth.