Early in the morning, in a bachelor apartment on the outskirts of City X, the sunlight gradually softens and becomes intense as time goes by. Sunlight shone through the window on the bed, shining on a face barely worthy of the audience.

"Ahh

Song Yu, who deliberately didn't pull the curtains last night, suddenly let out a roar.

You should also know that a night owl who works at night all year round, has the highest productivity after midnight, and only gets up after 12 o'clock, suddenly has to get up early one day. As a veteran night owl, Song Yu hates sunlight very much, so the best way to prevent him from sleeping lazily in the morning is not to set several alarm clocks, but to deliberately not draw the curtains before going to bed at night.

Song Yu's life criterion is the first one: In life, you must eat and sleep well, at least ensure that you do something well, so as not to affect your mood.

Rubbing around on the bed with his eyes closed, until the quilt and pillow on the bed were rubbed on the ground, and after a roar, Song Yu opened his eyes, and after muttering a few words in his mouth, a harrier turned over and rolled up from the bed, and the sandbag in the corner of the wall was a set of self-created Wang Ba Fist, until he sweated profusely all over the body, he learned the master of internal skills on TV, raised his palm to his chest, and then slowly fell, and took a long breath.

"Credit. ”

Then Mei Zizi walked to the closet, felt out the clothes to change, hummed a little song all the way, and walked to the bathroom. It seems that the depression of getting up early today has been beaten out with the Wang Baquan just now.

Song Yu, male, 24 years old, from X City, S Province, his parents disappeared mysteriously, a professional detective (bounty hunter), that is, he can do any job if he has money, what to help the old lady find a dog, and help the little girl find a cat, but Song Yu doesn't know that the tracking and anti-tracking skills he learned from there made him famous among the ladies and ladies of X City, and I won't go into details about what he did here.

Yesterday afternoon, Song Yu received a phone call, the other party said that it was introduced by Mrs. Yang, and wanted to ask Song Yu to help track down a person, from the other party's speaking demeanor and the introduction of Mrs. Yang Song Yu got the information that this wave of big business came to the door, and the other party asked Song Yu to meet at a nearby café at 10 o'clock this morning to discuss in detail, which made Song Yu, who got up after 12 o'clock for a long time, deliberately not pull the curtains today to force himself to get up early.

Song Yu's second rule in life: as long as you have money, you can do anything, if you can't do it, then you must add money.

After taking a bath and making himself a hearty breakfast, at nine twenty o'clock, Song Yucai tidied up the house leisurely, grabbed a few times with his short hair and set off after getting dressed.

At 9:55, the time card was just right, Song Yu walked into the café that he had made an appointment, he swept around, and his eyes under the sunglasses swept the furnishings in the café into his eyes. Looking around, he quickly locked on the one who had asked him to meet. The voice of the man on the phone was about twenty-five years old, with a southern accent, and his voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler, but there was a hint of competence and a hint of the majesty of a long-time ruler in his tone.

In front of her, a well-fitting white women's shirt with a suit and skirt, flesh-colored stockings with six-centimeter-high pointed heels, and black sunglasses covering half of her pretty face. And the half of the melon seed face exposed is enough to be called a closed moon shy flower. But the delicate makeup on his face still can't hide his tiredness, and the cup of black coffee in front of him indicates that this person may have been in some trouble lately and things can't be solved.

"Hello, is it Miss Qiao?" Song Yu asked with a smile that he felt was very sunny when he walked up to the lady, and pulled out the chair to sit down.

"It's me, are you Mr. Song?" Qiao Shiyu raised her head and glanced at the visitor, thinking secretly in her heart.

"Well, it's me, the waiter bothered to get a glass of lemon juice." After sending away the waiter who came to ask, Song Yu began to ask regularly, "May I ask who Miss Qiao wants me to check?" Song Yu snuggled into the chair of the café, picked up the pillow on the chair next to him and put it behind him, and asked with a comfortable face.

"Well...... It's my husband. My husband has been a little weird lately. ”

Song Yu secretly said in his heart: "It's that little bit of between men and women again!"

"How strange is it?"

"About half a month ago, the Winter Clothes Festival, according to the tradition of X City, my husband and I went back to his hometown to worship our ancestors, and he was quite normal a few days ago after returning from his hometown, but this half a month is not quite right, often under the pretext that he will not go home for overtime, and occasionally go home with a fishy smell of seawater. ”

Song Yu frowned when he heard this: "In our mainland, there are at most a few rivers, did you eat seafood at night?"

"No, my husband is allergic to seafood and never eats seafood. And in the middle of the night, I would talk in my dreams and say some strange syllables, which I couldn't understand. ”

"Wait, Miss Joe. Let's sort it out first, you go home to worship your ancestors and go to the grave, and then when you come back, your husband is mysterious, with the fishy smell of seawater that we don't see in inland cities, and some strange syllables when you talk in your dreams in the middle of the night. With all due respect, in this case, you should go to a temple or Taoist temple where incense is more vigorous and ask for a sign, I happen to have a Taoist who knows a very deep Taoist, I can call you and report my name at a 20% discount. With that, Song Yu took out his mobile phone and prepared to flip through the address book.

"I've been there. Qiao Shiyu raised her hand slightly to stop Song Yu's behavior. "A few days ago, I took him to the Temple of Wealth under the pretext that I was going to the temple to make a vow. ”

"And then?"

"There was no reaction, I went very plainly, and accompanied me to burn incense and worship the Buddha as usual. Qiao Shiyu said very calmly: "So I want to find out what he has been doing recently and who he is in contact with." I just talked about this matter with Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Chen yesterday when they played mahjong, so they recommended you to me. ”

Song Yu raised his hand to prop up his chin, rubbed his thumb on the stubble of his chin, stared straight ahead, and after thinking for half a minute as if his eyes were distracted, he picked up the lemon juice in front of him and dried it in one gulp, and then said: "Miss Qiao, I'm sorry, I don't do this alone, this kind of thing involving gods and ghosts is a bit beyond my ability for me." For personal safety reasons, please forgive me for refusing. Sorry, rubbing you with a glass of lemon juice. Let's cooperate again!" After speaking, Song Yu raised his ass and was about to leave.

Sure enough, it was the same as Mrs. Chen said. Qiao Shiyu's cold voice came from behind Song Yu: "Isn't it just to add money!"