"Hmm." Ling Heng replied briefly.

"Do I need anything to prepare?" Ye August didn't feel scared, and he was a little eager to try.

Ling Heng said coldly: "It's enough to be prepared!" ”

This trip to the crematorium was not as terrifying as Ye August imagined, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Detective Ling, let's have lunch together, what do you like to eat?" Ye August's mood relaxed and he also had an appetite.

"Eat yourself, I'm not hungry!" Ling Heng rejected her indifferently and directly.

"Detective Ling, although it is important to solve the case, you also have to pay attention to your body, people are iron and steel, and your body will not be able to stand it if you don't eat......" Ye August didn't wait to finish speaking, and his stomach suddenly "gurgled".

Ling Heng snorted coldly: "I think you are hungry and want to eat." You can eat it yourself, and I'll take you back to the hotel. ”

"......" Ye August was speechless, and his face was red in embarrassment.

Ling Heng looked at her, and suddenly chuckled: "I still can't figure it out, just because you like to read suspense novels and like the detective industry, you are willing to be an assistant for me?" Are you too idealistic? Also, isn't your family objecting to you, a top student, doing such a talented job? ”

"As long as I am happy, no one in my family will object to any work. And I'm confident that I can do this job well! Ye August worked hard to show her determination, for fear that Ling Heng would regret letting her go home.

"Your family can think about it." Ling Heng said lightly.

sent Ye August downstairs to the hotel, and without waiting for Ye August to say goodbye to him, Ling Heng kicked the accelerator and left.

Looking at Ling Heng, who quickly disappeared from sight, the cowardice and shyness on Ye August's face also dissipated, she took off her glasses, and a gust of yin wind suddenly passed by her, she stretched out her tongue and licked the bloody breath in the yin wind, and muttered, "It's coming again." ”

Ling Heng's car had just stopped at the door of the office, and a car stopped after him.

Ling Heng frowned in disgust, and walked out of the car with a gloomy face.

"Detective Ling, do we want to get acquainted again?"

Xing Jiangpi said with a smile and had already walked in front of Ling Heng.

Ling Heng sneered disdainfully: "Officer Xing, if you don't look for the murderer, how can you still have time to check me?" Do you already know who the murderer is? ”

Xing Jiang raised his eyebrows, and a cold warning was released in his blazing eyes: "Detective Ling, you are also interested in the murderer's affairs?" But I'd like to kindly remind you that your detective agency is going to track an extramarital affair, and it doesn't matter if you find someone or something. However, if you are involved in a murder case, especially a serial murder case, you are obstructing our official business, and this is not okay. ”

Ling Heng was about the same height as Xing Jiang, looked into his eyes and responded with a tough attitude: "It is indeed your policeman's duty to solve the murder case and catch the murderer, but this is also my job, as long as I accept the client's commission, I can't let them down!" ”

Xing Jiang hooked the corners of his mouth and asked with a good attitude: "Do you have all the documents and procedures of your detective agency?" Can you show me? ”

Ling Heng replied proudly: "Of course, you can see whatever you want!" ”

Following Ling Heng all the way to the office, Xing Jiang's eyes carefully checked the situation in the room.

Although he doesn't know any furniture antiques, he can also see that everything in the house exudes a kind of old-fashioned, historical precipitation.

"Did you rent this house or did you buy it?" Xing Jiang asked casually.

"This house was left by my ancestors." Ling Heng replied indifferently.

Xing Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What did your ancestors leave behind?" How many years has that been? ”

"More than 100 years." Ling Heng pushed open the door of the office and walked quickly to the safe next to the desk.

The spacious but somewhat inexplicably gloomy office made Xing Jiang feel inexplicably depressed and solemn.

"Are all the pieces of furniture left over from that time?"

"Yes, these are fine mahogany furniture, and I have always taken good care of them." Ling Heng turned around and handed a beautifully bound document to Xing Jiang.

"Mahogany furniture?"

Ling Heng is now a "rich second generation" in Xing Jiang's eyes.

"All the formalities and documents are here, Officer Xing, please take care of yourself!"

After Ling Heng finished speaking, he sat behind the desk by himself.

"Good!" Xing Jiang also sat down on the chair opposite him unceremoniously, and looked at the document with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Your grandfather is the one who runs a detective agency?" Xing Jiang was shocked.

Because there is also an old photo on this document, on which the young man wearing an elegant robe and an elegant top hat is exactly the same as Ling Hengchang!

"He's your grandfather?" Xing Jiang has never seen a grandson who looks so similar.

Ling Heng nodded calmly, "Well, he is my grandfather, Ling Yexun." ”

"You look so alike!" Xing Jiang couldn't help but pat his thigh, "By the way, this nightless detective agency has really been open for more than a hundred years?" So are your grandfather and father detectives too? ”

Ling Heng rarely showed a gentle attitude, "Among the four generations, only I look the most like my grandfather. But my grandfather and father, neither of them were detectives. ”

"Are your grandfather and father still alive?" Xing Jiang suddenly became extremely curious about Ling Heng.

Ling Heng's eyes drooped slightly, "They have all passed away." ”

"I'm sorry." Xing Jiang was a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, Xing Jiang's gaze fell on a document on the table, and his eyes immediately widened in astonishment.