Solomon area, 8:00pm, Eric Detective Agency.

Eric lay lazily in a rocking chair covered with a delicate blanket, and although the bathroom was filled with the sound of splashing water, the thrilling gunfight of the day still echoed in his ears. Although three full days have passed, the unfortunate and incredible scene seems to have happened just a minute ago.

Within days of Thompson taking office, Felix's detention cell was infiltrated. For safety, Thompson decides to keep Felix in another secret location. But as soon as his escort team reached the first intersection, the armored car holding Felix suddenly changed lanes and sped away, followed by two sudden mortars that blew up the escort team before they could fully react. Then came another unimaginable tragedy, when the power went out in Custer's confinement cell, and by the time the lights came back on, Custer was already lying in a pool of blood with a thin knife mark on his neck.

Eric pondered the details of the operation, but still couldn't deduce what went wrong. If there were no mistakes, how did he do it? Could it be Felix's back path left in advance?Or was it really that he underestimated Felix and his Smiling Legion?

At this time, the sound of the shower in the bathroom gradually quieted down. I heard only a "bang", and as soon as the bathroom door was opened a crack, the heat inside was impatiently crowded out through the crack in the door. In this hot air, Chiko walked out of the bathroom like a cloud around her, she was only wrapped in a white bath towel, a few drops of translucent water on her chest were lying greedily in the shallow gutter, her long wet hair was attached to her smooth back, and her curvaceous waist made her two bare thighs more slender and charming.

While wiping her long hair with a towel that had not yet dried, Chiko walked towards the living room where Eric was sitting, and when she saw that Eric was still depressed, she teased, "Detective, shouldn't you do something more meaningful than a rocking chair? Not to mention that you were just grazed by a bullet!"

Seeing Qianzi's hibiscus-like posture, Eric felt an itch in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, but he still said angrily: "Miss Qianzi, I think I still need to remind you again, you moved into my detective agency without my permission, I can temporarily ignore the investigation, but still retain the right to drive you away." So pay attention to the attitude of your landlord – that is, me. At the same time, please don't expose your body too much in front of a bachelor who lives alone, it's a very dangerous thing!"

Chiko seemed to see Eric's flickering eyes, and a malicious smile immediately crossed the corners of her mouth. She casually tossed the towel in her hand into the air, shook her waist slightly, and walked to Eric's side gracefully. Eric only felt a burst of fragrance coming to his nose, and the scenery on Chiko's body was more real. Chiko's move became even bolder, and she sat sideways on Eric's legs, brushing her hands over his shoulders and gently wrapping her arms around Eric's neck along his shoulder blades.

Eric didn't expect Chiko to be so "active", although he had already guessed that this must be an out-and-out "conspiracy", but he had to admit that this woman was definitely a "juicer" of male hormones. Looking at the squeamish scenery in front of her, slowly extending down from her face along the contours of her body, crossing the "plank road" around her neck, crossing the "shallow mound" of her collarbone, passing through the white and red "snowfield" on her chest, and then jumping back and forth between the "peaks and valleys" dripping with water droplets, it was like experiencing a thrilling adventure, making Eric's breathing, blood, heartbeat, and thoughts ...... It is as if all the functions of the organism are involuntarily cheering, jubiling, and boiling.

Chiko continues to challenge Eric's sanity and bottom line. She looked at Eric affectionately, let out a slight snort, slowly leaned into his ear, and sighed softly, "Now—you—do you still want me to stay?"

"Let~ Let me think again, if you can ......" Eric took a deep breath and couldn't hold it anymore. Completely ignoring the possible imminent "danger", he put his arms around Chiko's thin waist.

At this time, Chiko showed a triumphant smile, and her "conspiracy" easily succeeded. Chiko turned away from Eric's legs, grabbed Eric's restless hand with his backhand, and forcefully pulled his five fingers to the back of his hand. Eric suddenly fell into the abyss from the excitement and excitement of exploring the secrets, and immediately screamed in pain.

Chiko smugly admired Eric's funny expression, she slightly loosened the hand that was holding Eric's fingers, and ordered in an undeniable tone: "Listen, Detective, first, I am under orders to spy on you, without your consent, unless you can explain the relationship between you and the Smiling Legion, and second, remember, don't think anything about me, otherwise—it may not be your finger that will be broken!"

Eric nodded hurriedly. Only then did Chiko let go of him satisfied, and turned briskly towards Eric's bedroom, which had been Eric. In fact, for Chiko, she was reluctant to stay in the CIA, but Thompson told her that the detective had a complicated relationship with the Smiling Legion and his father, Jefferson, and that the only way to find Felix was to keep an eye on him. Although he still has a grudge against his father, Chiko still can't forgive Felix, so he moves into the Eric Detective Agency so that he can monitor his movements at all times.

Eric rubbed his aching fingers and watched with a look of resentment as Chiko walked into his bedroom, God knows what Thompson had brought to his otherwise peaceful detective agency, an untouchable sexy stunner, a robber who took over his bedroom, a restrained obstacle, but worst of all—maybe these were all of them, and that was his *annoyance!

The hour hand pointed to 9 p.m., by which time Chiko had changed into a light nightdress, and Eric was still lying motionless in a rocking chair like a listless sloth.

Qianzi reprimanded angrily: "Great detective, will you spend the rest of your life in this chair." Have you forgotten how Felix and his army of smiling faces escaped with a bang from under the noses of you, a self-proclaimed Sherlock Holmes disciple? ”

Eric rolled his eyes back and retorted slowly, "If it weren't for the naïve female agent playing some beauty tricks on her own righteousness, maybe I would have locked him up by now." ”

Qianzi was about to argue, and without warning, a bell rang "ding~" outside the door, blowing an intermission whistle for the fight between the two in the house. For a week, only Chiko and Eric had been in and out of the detective agency, and now it was past 9 o'clock in the evening, and someone had visited. Chiko looked at Eric in slight surprise, and Eric shrugged slightly, indicating that he didn't know who it would be.

At this time, there was another bell of "ding~", and there was a faint anxiety in the bell. But Eric was still lying in the rocking chair, showing no willingness to move. Thinking that he moved into the detective agency as an assistant Andy, Chiko could only reluctantly go to meet this uninvited guest who came in the night.

As soon as she opened the door, the first thing Qianzi saw was like a round ball of meat wrapped in a black cloth, and then she looked closely, only to see that it was an obese middle-aged woman. Thinking that Eric often handles some extramarital affairs for some wealthy families, and then looking at the dignity of the wife in front of him, I am no longer curious about this uninvited guest who comes at night, after all, the ugliness of the family cannot be publicized.

This fat rich lady was also taken aback when she saw Qianzi: "May I ask you are ~" said, and looked around the detective agency, as if to determine if she was in the wrong place.

Chiko made a gesture of "please come in" and calmly introduced herself: "Hello, ma'am, I'm Andy, and I'm Detective Eric's newly hired assistant, please take care of me." ”

"Oh~ is it Mrs. Jones? It's been a long time since I've heard such a wonderful mezzo-soprano. Eric immediately heard the identity of the visitor.

"Yes~ Little Eric baby, I need your help urgently!" As soon as the rich woman named Mrs. Jones heard Eric's voice, she immediately turned from surprise to excitement, and trotted towards the living room where Eric was lying, completely ignoring the thousand sons who were still at the door to greet her.

It wasn't until Mrs. Jones sat down that she really noticed Chiko standing aside. She pointed to Chiko: "This beautiful Miss Andy, say ~ said that it is your new assistant." ”

Eric shook his rocking chair lightly and explained generously, "That's right, you know, there are so many people who need my help that I have to hire an assistant. ”

"Oh~ so pretty, as beautiful as when I was younger......" Mrs. Jones looked at Chiko carefully, but suddenly showed a puzzled expression, "But~ But why is she wearing pajamas, and that's how you work?"

Only then did Chiko remember that he hadn't had time to change into a normal work outfit. She was about to explain, but she couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for a young female assistant in her pajamas and sharing a room with a single boss.

To make matters worse, Mrs. Jones also saw the bath towel that had been thrown away by teasing Eric. She glanced at the evocative white bath towel, then at Eric, and then smiled at the two of them.

Chiko glared at Eric and ordered him to give a convincing explanation at once. Eric, on the other hand, pretended not to see Chiko's hints. He coughed lightly a few times and pretended to show a forced smile: "Well~ Mrs. Jones, you should understand, you also need to relax after work~"

Chiko knew that if she continued to be entangled like this, it would cause more outrageous stories. Holding back her anger, she smiled at Mrs. Jones, and gently interrupted their sordid association: "Hello, Mrs. Jones, is there anything we need help with?"

Mrs. Jones was also extremely fickle, and as soon as she heard Chiko's questioning, she immediately resumed the excitement and panic she had when she entered the door. She trembled and opened the Hermès purse in her hand, rummaged through it anxiously, and in a few moments pulled out an envelope and handed it to Eric in a trembling voice.

This made Chiko wonder: what was in this envelope, which made a rich lady with a limited edition so panicked, and this was not an ordinary affair.