After teasing with Pichu for a while, the woman's mood gradually relaxed.

Pichu also felt that the time was almost up, and reluctantly left her arms and returned to Yuan Zeyu's shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

The woman said slightly apologetically.

Only then did she come back to her senses and realize what she was here for.

Yuan Zeyu smiled and said, "It's okay, now, can we talk about your commission?" ”

Nodding.

"It's like this, I suspect that my husband... The husband may have someone else outside. ”

There was silence in the office.

But the more this happens, the more embarrassing it will only make the woman feel.

"Ahem, what is the specific situation, is it convenient to say?"

It was still Yuan Zeyu, who relieved the embarrassing atmosphere in the office for the first time.

As for the identity of the woman in front of him, he almost remembered it.

I once caught a glimpse of it in the Cannes Morning Post.

Together with a group of Cannes bigwigs, standing beside the stationmaster of Cannes Power Station, it looks like they should be husband and wife.

This image flashed through my mind.

The wife of the stationmaster of the Cannes power station!

Zhao Qingxue!

I saw her face embarrassed and pursed her lips.

Choosing a small detective agency, of course, also has the benefits of a small detective agency.

Not many people know.

"He... Recently, I came back very late every day, very late, and there would be some unfamiliar smells on my body, and sometimes I would even change my clothes.

When I went home, I fell asleep and was very tired. ”

Coming home late, unfamiliar smells, changing clothes, tired.

With so many points added up, the probability of derailment is indeed very high.

Wen Ya approached and held Zhao Qingxue's shoulder.

As a woman, you can still understand it more or less.

Yuan Zeyu turned the pen in his hand, and nodded after a moment of silence, "According to the information you provided, Madame, this possibility cannot be ruled out."

However, as a detective, I don't recommend concluding yes without being sure.

If you are willing to believe in our detective agency, Madame, and are willing to believe me, give me three days.

Three days later, I will return you with an accurate answer. ”

Zhao Qingxue bit her lip.

"I have a request."

"Please."

"I hope that this matter will not be known to anyone outside this room..."

Yuan Zeyu looked at Wen Ya who was standing behind her, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we are very professional." ”

"Skin! Skin! ”

Pichu tapped his chest three times with his small hand and made an oath.

Looking at its cute appearance, Zhao Qingxue laughed out loud.

Yuan Zeyu gave Wen Ya a look.

She immediately gestured.

From the bookshelf next to it, take out a document.

"In that case, let's simply sign a contract, pay some deposit by the way, and if you don't get an accurate answer after three days, the deposit will be refunded in full."

There are a lot of terms and conditions in the contract, and there is a thick stack, but it just looks very professional.

Zhao Qingxue hesitated slightly, took out a pen from her bag, and signed her name.

'Sarna's limited pen, is that exaggerated?' ’

Yuan Zeyu is calm on the surface, but his heart is not calm at all.

"The deposit..."Zhao Qingxue put away her pen and asked.

"The exact situation will not be determined until it is over, and you can give some appropriately to use as the cost of the investigation."

When I hear that it is the expense that I am going to use in the investigation, I will understand it immediately.

Open the purse and take out a thick stack of money.

In an instant, Yuan Zeyu's eyes lit up, and the eyes of Pichu standing on his shoulder also glowed, like an electric current stored in an electric bag converging in his eyes.

Money!

Big money!

"Ahem!"

Seeing their appearance, Wen Ya coughed angrily.

Enough is enough!

Don't look like you haven't seen money or the world.

Fortunately, Zhao Qingxue didn't notice their eyes, otherwise she might have to think about whether to place a commission here.

"In that case, then Mr. Detective, here are five thousand dollars, if it is not enough, you can call me at any time, I only hope to get an accurate answer, and I hope not to let my husband know."

At the top of this stack of coins, there is a gold-rimmed business card.

It reads.

"Zhao Qingxue, general manager of Cannes Hotel."

General Manager of Cannes Hotel...

It seems that this Zhao Qingxue is not a housewife...

"Understood, I will get back to you as soon as possible, this is my business card, if you want to know the situation, you can also call me at any time."

With Pichu grasping his collar, he quietly put the money away.

"Okay, then I'll give you my husband's business card..."Zhao Qingxue nodded, ready to take out the business card.

Yuan Zeyu stood up directly, "No need, I know who I want to investigate, don't worry, we are very professional." ”

After speaking, he said to Wenya again, "Wenya, take care of the guests, I'm going to get busy." ”

Bang –

The door was shut.

Only the two women were left staring wide-eyed.

Wen Ya smiled awkwardly, "Put... Rest assured, Zeyu he... Very professional. ”

You don't even need to know the target of the commission, is it so professional?

Zhao Qingxue's puzzled eyes made Wen Ya even more embarrassed.

can only explain: "Zeyu he... Remember, you and your husband may have been seen in the newspaper or somewhere. ”

Zhao Qingxue was stunned.

If that's the case, it makes sense.

It's just that, hearing Wen Ya's words, Zhao Qingxue tightened the business card in her hand.

When he carried Wenya on his back, his eyes flickered, and he didn't have the nervous and flustered appearance just now.

Even, the corners of his mouth raised a faint arc.

......

Leave the detective agency.

Yuan Zeyu trotted all the way with Pichu.

"Skin?"

What are you doing?

Glanced at it.

"Young, huh? If you don't run right away, what should people regret? ”

"Skin..."

Pichu was stunned.

Immediately came to his senses and patted his neck with admiration.

Reasonable.

"Skin?"

So what do we do now?

"Go get to know her husband."

As he spoke, he flagged down a taxi.

Pichu looked at him in amazement.

Usually, their most common means of transportation is No. 11, except when they go to the suburbs for training, they will only do buses, when can they take taxis so luxuriously?

"Master, Cannes Power Station, help me type the invoice."

"Okay!"

The taxi driver was very simple, hit the meter, and jumped out with one foot on the accelerator.

Just kidding, these are all necessary expenses in the commission and can be reimbursed.

Don't sit in vain, don't sit.

"However, although Zhao Qingxue's perfume smell was very strong just now, it seemed to be mixed with a little special smell, a little familiar, and I couldn't remember..."

Shaking his head, he shook irrelevant thoughts out of his head.

What is the smell of people's bodies, and what has something to do with him?

"It's strange, why are so many people running to the power station recently, it seems that they are all trainers like you, little brother, are there any cherished elves?" The taxi driver suddenly said casually.

Yuan Zeyu raised his eyebrows.

He immediately reined in and smiled: "Have there been a lot of people running to the power station recently?" ”

"Yes, it's just me, I gave two away, little brother, you are the third. The rest of our company, it seems, just doesn't know what's going on. ”

The taxi master wanted to say something, but found that Yuan Zeyu had fallen into deep thought.

'Cannes Power Station? Go to so many people, what to do? ’

Soon, the taxi stopped at the power station on the southern outskirts of Cannes.

Give the money and get off.

But I saw two police cars parked in the open space in front of the power station.

Thing.

It seems that something he didn't expect has developed...