The sea breeze blows through the leaves in front of the window, and the oil drips from the huge and dense palm leaves, shining brightly in the sun. Warm beams of light hit the room along the edge of the window.

The sun shone on a grim face, a gray beard neatly groomed, and a delicate card tied to a light suit with a few lines of small print written on it. Thick gray-white hair was fluffy and soft, and the man straightened the card on his chest and took a sip of strong coffee, the hot feeling running down his throat and into his stomach.

"I understand the situation." The man looked up, and in front of him sat a slender woman with a pale pink coat that looked almost pale, a sunhat that obscured almost half of her face, and her eyes obscured by huge sunglasses. The other half of the face is hidden under the mask. Just looking at the past, except for the slightly undulating chest, you can tell that she is a woman, and you can hardly even tell her age.

"Ms. Fu, your commission is to find someone, right?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Huang." The woman, known as "Ms. Fu", bowed slightly, her upturned snow-white thighs swayed slightly, and she was ready to stand up.

"While this should be common sense, I want to emphasize it again." Mr. Huang turned the pen in his hand and swiped on the table in front of him.

"We're just detectives, and the situation is as you can see, it's a firm, and the incidents we investigate are usually affaires, leaks, and the like, so it stands to reason that finding someone, Ms. Fu, suggests that you should call the police, which is not our specialty."

"Thanks for the reminder." Ms. Fu stood up, her eyes swept back and forth on Mr. Huang's body, the corners of her mouth twitched a little, and it took a while to hold back a sentence. "This thing...... Or hope you can do your best, he ......"

Ms. Fu hesitated and did not say anything.

"The gentleman you are talking about, of course, is just my personal guess, please don't pay too much attention to it." Mr. Huang stared at Ms. Fu and said slowly: "If he is involved in some criminal case, I'm afraid there is nothing we can do." ”

"Hmm......" Ms. Fu frowned, as if she wanted to say something, but she was stuffy in her heart and couldn't say it.

Mr. Huang pulled out a cigarette and looked at Ms. Fu.

"Do you mind?"

Ms. Fu shook her head, and Mr. Huang began to smoke.

"Ms. Fu, I have read the information you gave me, listen to your description, to be honest, it is difficult to find effective clues now, and we can't have any guarantees."

"You don't have to worry about money." Ms. Fu's voice was very steady, but there was some impatience in this steadyness, but it was well hidden in her voice.

“…… I'll discuss it with my subordinates and I'll get back to you later. Mr. Huang stood up, pinched a document in his hand, did not give Ms. Fu a choice, and walked straight to the back hall.

This detective office is quite large in Southeast Asia, and the interior decoration and furnishings look very exquisite, and the whole office can be roughly divided into two parts: the front hall and the back room. Ms. Fu waited in the foyer, which looked like only a few horizontal tables for reception and a sofa for customers to rest.

She stood up and walked around the small office.

One moment he went to the window, opened the blinds, and looked at the waves outside, and then anxiously probed his head and looked into the back hall. She took a few steps back and forth, and through her sunglasses, she caught a glimpse of a horse's face.

The face peeked through the back hall, its long, thin eyes narrowed into a slit, its sparse front hair combed back, and the hairline behind its forehead receded far away, almost missing the door of its head

What hair, a sweatshirt and beach slippers look very casual, but wearing a decent trousers, the person is nearly middle-aged, and his face is full of depression.

At first glance, Ms. Fu has only one image in her heart, that is, a middle-aged uncle who hasn't slept enough in the afternoon, stepping on slippers and carrying pants, with a tired face. The man glanced into the front hall, and Ms. Fu felt as if she had been seen through.

However, just for this glance, this uncle didn't make any moves. In fact, Ms. Fu didn't have to wait long, and Mr. Huang's next words came.

"Nope." He shook his head and declined Ms. Fu's request.

This time there was no room for rejection, and there was no room for comment at all. Ms. Fu shook her lips, the power in her hand was clenched into her fist, and her body trembled slightly. This is not the first one, but she knows that the clue-oriented forces and events in her hands are not something that detectives investigating civil cases can handle, let alone the hidden secrets hidden in the vortex, which she can't even say.

"I'm sorry." Ms. Fu lowered her head slightly, picked up the white handbag at hand, and turned to leave.

"You're going to go to the detective for commission, right?" Ms. Fu's hand was on the doorknob, and before she could exert her strength, the vibrating and buzzing trills of Mr. Huang behind her came, making Ms. Fu's body shake.

"Of course." But Ms. Fu did not hesitate and nodded in affirmation. She never wanted to give up.

"Then I advise you, Ms. Fu, behind this matter, I speculate." Mr. Huang didn't raise his eyes, it seemed that he didn't take these things to heart at all, but he said earnestly: "The more you investigate, the more troublesome it is, there is no need to let yourself fall into it, and it is a good thing to call the police earlier." ”

"Thank you for your concern." Ms. Fu closed the door, and the crisp and powerful high heels on the soles of her feet made a loud tapping sound and gradually disappeared into the hallway.

Ms. Fu came all the way out of the office building, and her chest began to hurt. She covered her chest, squeezed the medicine bottle in her arms with trembling fingers, her pale nails were almost wrung blood, and with a bang, the medicine bottle was spread out, and a few beige bead pills were lying in the palm of her hand, and she swallowed it in one gulp.

This is not the first time that the employer's "friendship" prompts him to give up. She stood up slowly, the violent infarction and pain were still lingering, holding on to the telephone pole, Ms. Fu, who was barely straight, pressed the brim of her hat, raised her head to look at the huge building, and a bright light flashed through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, and disappeared.

Ms. Fu staggered a few steps, dragged her tired body, tossed to a coffee shop across the road, ordered coffee, softened on the sofa, and took a sip of coffee tiredly, her body gradually warmed up.

Her face was red, but her heart was wavering, she had visited an unknown number of offices, large-scale brand stores to small stores deep in the alley, and none of them were willing to take over this tricky trouble.

When it comes to the identity of "him", it is vague. Whenever it comes to whether it involves a criminal case and what kind of person "he" is, Ms. Fu is also full of emotions in her heart, and she can't even tell a lie, how can this be entrusted?

But Ms. Fu didn't seem to want to stop there, she took out a thick yellow book from her handbag, turned it from the title page, and looked for a new phone number and address, she secretly determined that she must find a suitable office.

The sunlight shone through the palm frondles and dappled onto the pages of her open book, a little dazzling. Ms. Fu frowned, and suddenly the page in front of her was on

With one more complete shadow, she looked up.

"You can't find an office like that." The uncle's face, which was so dry that it could even be described as a lewd temperament, I don't know what spell it had changed, and after buttoning a round hat on his head, the brown suit made of leather on his body also had the temperament of a detective.

"My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Yinzhi." The uncle's eyes narrowed and he laughed, but the smile piled up wrinkles on his face, and he looked ten years older.

Lin Yinzhi handed Ms. Fu a business card.

"I'm a detective." He smiled and stuffed the business card into Ms. Fu's palm, sat firmly opposite her, his body sunk into the sofa, the skin on his thin palm wrinkled layer by layer, and the leather coat on his body made a grinding sound.

"Can you please have a drink?" Lin Yinzhi opened his big mouth, holding a cup of steaming milk cocoa in his hand, and said unceremoniously.

Ms. Fu was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Thank you." Lin Yinzhi smiled and took a sip, snorted, and couldn't help but admire the fragrance of the hot drink before starting the topic. "Ms. Fu, right?"

Lin Yinzhi's words made Ms. Fu a little confused.

"I was in the office just now, so I guess I saw it." Lin Yinzhi raised his finger and pointed to it, Ms. Fu followed his finger, she thought of the sloppy uncle who stepped on slippers in the office of this building not long ago.

Thinking of this, Ms. Fu subconsciously looked at Lin Yinzhi's legs, looked down at her trousers, and a pair of leather shoes were polished.

"This is professional attire, I was a little out of shape just now, I didn't expect my business, I'm very sorry." Lin Yinzhi seemed to have seen through Ms. Fu's thoughts.

"Business?" Ms. Fu's cheeks flushed, she didn't expect the other party to admit it so bluntly, and she was a little flustered. "I haven't decided yet, do I want to entrust you with ......"

"Haha, Ms. Fu." Lin Yinzhi spread out his hands and leaned on the sofa, looking confident. "Don't be surprised, I'm a person who speaks more directly, but with all due respect, if you entrust a case like you, I'm afraid no firm in the whole of Southeast Asia will dare to take it."

"Why?" Ms. Fu knew that Lin Yinzhi's words were not groundless, not to mention that she had indeed experienced it herself, and she had to agree with it. "Just because it's a criminal case? I didn't expect the so-called detectives to be so timid. ”

"Hey, hey." Lin Yinzhi took off his hat, and Ms. Fu noticed his sparse brain, which was indescribably funny. "It's not all for this reason, you see that the people you are looking for are willing to give us too little information."

"Less?" Ms. Fu replied subconsciously.

"Ah, I didn't know." Lin Yinzhi had a sly look on his face. "Now it's certain that you must have something to hide, right?"

As soon as Lin Yinzhi said this, Ms. Fu knew that she had lost her words, and the reaction just now made the "detective" in front of her see through the meaning of her words. She looked at the middle-aged uncle again, and although he didn't look extraordinary, his inadvertent actions revealed that he was a detective.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" But for this rude "temptation", Ms. Fu was obviously a little angry.

"It's not a big deal. Before I say my purpose, I want to confirm again, Ms. Fu, the gentleman you are looking for is named Li Yi, right? ”