This superpower is unreliable.

In Huang Chiyao's impression, detectives are a mysterious profession. They usually wear windbreakers, smoke cigarettes, and sneak around to avoid the police. They get wind of the scene before the police do. Or they sneak into other people's homes to investigate when the police are not paying attention. They also disguise themselves in various ways and change their identities easily during tracking and investigation. In short, it is a profession that cannot be seen in the light.

But when she saw Xu Keke getting out of the car, dressed lightly in a T-shirt, jeans and carrying a backpack, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Sister Coco, you...are dressed like this?"

She thought she could see Xu Keke's disguise.

Xu Ke opened the other door, held the roof and waited for Huang Chi to sit down. Then he stuffed the handbag from the back seat into her arms and asked her to hold it. He tickled her chin like a child and said, "What else? Do you still want to see me role-play?"

Huang Chiyao thought that he might have misunderstood, but he did not deny it. He just blinked at Xu Keke.

Xu Keke grinned, closed the car door, got back to the driver's seat and started driving. "Let's go to the police station first."

On the way to the police station, when Xu Ke explained the business of her detective agency, Huang Chiyao realized that he had completely misunderstood the profession of detective.

Although a detective agency is a private investigation agency, its business scope is very wide and diverse. From small matters such as marriage relationship and personal background investigation to big matters such as cooperating with law enforcement agencies to collect evidence and provide technical support, it can be said to be a profession.

"Our detective agency will basically accept any type of commission, as long as we can know the client's purpose. The scope of business in recent years is not very large, but we have cooperated with law enforcement agencies several times. So if you want to get some accurate information, you still have to ask them first, to get off to a good start."

When Huang Chiyao heard this, he raised his hand and asked, "So what is the good start we need to make in this investigation?"

"Time, place, and person." The police station was in front, and there was a parking lot next to it, but Xu Keke drove into a parking lot farther away and parked the car. Before getting out of the car, she narrowed her eyes meaningfully at Huang Chiyao, "Also, was Gordon's suicide a real suicide?"

Huang Chiyao couldn't help but hold his breath.

Xu Keke did not continue to explain, but patted the handbag in her arms and said, "Let's go, get off the car first. You hold the bag and wait for me nearby. I will be quick."

After that, she walked into the police station with ease, as if she had been here many times before. Huang Chiyao automatically and consciously hugged the handbag and stood opposite the police station, as if this was an important task assigned to her by Xu Ke.

If she relied on herself, it would be difficult for her to investigate the suicide of the senior executive on her own, and she might not be able to get anything out of the police even if she went to the police station.

Fortunately, she found the right license.

Only about ten minutes later, Xu Keke came out of the police station. He crossed the street, put his arm around Huang Chiyao's shoulder and said as they walked, "Gordon didn't commit suicide at home. He hanged himself in a rented hotel room. His family didn't want to do an autopsy, but the forensic doctor examined the surface scars and it was indeed suicide. In addition, there was a suicide note, and the handwritten one was confirmed to be in Gordon's handwriting. So for the time being, there is no strong suspicion that Gordon committed suicide. I guess the police will investigate Gordon's social relationships before closing the case."

Huang Chiyao felt something was a little strange as he listened, "The handwritten one? Are there any other suicide notes?"

Xu Keke smiled softly, "Yes, there are two suicide notes in total. One is handwritten, and the other is posted on Gordon's personal social media platform."

"Why bother?" Huang Chiyao couldn't help but frowned, "Isn't this a waste of time?"

Just as they arrived at the bus stop, Xu Keke stopped and raised his eyebrows.

"How do you think those reporters knew about Gordon's suicide and came to the hospital to make trouble so early in the morning?"

Immediately afterwards, Xu Keke did not return to the parking lot and drive away his car. Instead, he took Huang Chi and got on one of the buses.

Huang Chi grabbed the handrail and fell into deep thought as the car shook as it started moving.

Gordon's suicide was not that simple. She thought she was the trigger, but now it seems that the tinder may not only be the ones Gordon himself stored in the warehouse.

Maybe... there's a third party.

Perhaps both parties were unintentional, and her yellow wings became a knife for the other party.

After a while, they got off the car at the gate of a residential area.

Huang Chiyao thought that this community was where Gordon lived, and Xu Ke wanted to visit his family. But unexpectedly, she did not enter the community, but first walked to a small store next to it, bought some daily necessities and food, and then pulled Huang Chiyao to follow behind several residents of the community slowly, walked into the community, and after several turns, arrived in front of one of the units.

The door of the unit was closed, and there were no couplets or spring festival greeting cards posted at the door. It was deserted. Xu Keke observed for a while outside the door and then turned to walk to the door of the resident opposite. Then he asked Huang Chiyao to open the handbag in her hand, took out two tags, and hung them around their necks.

"Sister Coco, what is this?"

"Volunteer." Xu Keke then took out a pair of black-framed glasses from her backpack and put them on. "We are visiting the elderly today. Just cooperate with me, you don't have to do anything special."

As she spoke, she threw a coquettish glance at Huang Chi and said, "Don't be nervous, it's very simple."

Huang Chiyao finally understood that this was the real role-playing.

Not long after Xu Keke rang the doorbell, an old man opened the door.

The old man had gray hair and a thin body, but he looked energetic. When he saw someone he didn't know at the door, he narrowed his eyes and asked warily, "Who is it?"

Xu Keke immediately raised the tag on his chest: "Hello, uncle! We are volunteers from Qingsong Society. We came to visit you today. Is it convenient for you now?"

When the old man heard about Qingsong Society, his expression relaxed and he happily welcomed the two people into the house.

"You're here so early this week."

"Yes, uncle. Sister Zheng had something to do this week, so we came here. Uncle, are you feeling well recently? The weather is still a little hot recently, so you should drink more water."

"Okay, okay! You guys are thoughtful."

Xu Keke put down some food and daily necessities she had just bought with ease, took out a blood pressure and blood sugar meter from her backpack, measured the blood pressure and blood sugar for the old man, and then asked Huang Chiyao to write down the results in a notebook.

Huang Chiyao wrote down the numbers and sighed secretly, Xu Ke is really dedicated to his work.

After learning about the old man's physical condition and daily needs and chatting for a while, Xu Keke asked as if he had just thought of a topic: "By the way, why didn't I see Uncle Gao across the street today? I heard from Sister Zheng that every time she came to visit, the uncle would come over to chat with us."

When the old man heard this question, he sighed.

"Alas... Old Gao is no longer with us. His death was so tragic."