This gentleman is a bit miserable

"My wife is missing," Musashi said. "Yesterday afternoon, when I came home from get off work, my wife was missing. I searched around the house, but in vain."

The man sitting opposite the desk is Mao Qingze, a well-known private detective in the district.He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and rested his chin on one hand.He stared at Musashi, handing him a glass of orange juice with ice in his other hand.

Musashi took a sip and moistened his parched throat. "I found that the living room was a mess, the glass table was broken into slag, and there was a blood stain in the kitchen. The bathroom and bedroom were messy, and there was a bunch of hair under the sink. I suspected that my wife had been kidnapped. I immediately called the police. The police I sent investigators to investigate. I called my father-in-law, my wife’s girlfriends, and friends one by one, but there was no answer there, or I didn’t know the situation. My father-in-law and I were very worried about her situation.”

Mao Qingze put the books on the table back on the shelf. "What did the police say?"

"Still investigating, but no results," Musashi explained, "I heard that there is a detective agency here, and its ability to solve cases is very high, so I'm going to come—"

"—to try your luck?" Mao Qingze said with a half-smile.

Musashi spread his hands. "If you insist on saying that, I can't help it. I really want to entrust you, the great detective."

"So your wife is missing?"

"I thought it was an obvious thing," said Musashi, tugging at his bow tie, as if strangling his neck a little.

Mao Qingze said: "You don't have to doubt me, I just want to make sure. Seeing the smile on your face, I thought you wanted the police to find your wife's body. The insurance company will pay a large amount of insurance money."

Musashi suppressed the smile on his face. "I just want to be polite," Musashi declared. "My wife told me to be optimistic no matter what happens. I beg Detective Zinsawa to accept my commission."

Mao Qingze said: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I recently received a commission to investigate a person's identity, and that person's identity is like a maze, and I need to spend a lot of time collecting information. Besides, you With the help of the police, this case is not in a dead end, so I don't think there is any need to look for me."

Musashi stood up, propped his hands on the table, put his face close to Mao Qingze, and said angrily, "What do you know! The police don't believe me at all. They ignore the information I provide. If it wasn't like this, how could I come to you ?”

"They suspected that you killed your wife? And then defrauded you of insurance money?" Mao Qingze said, "I have handled a lot of such cases."

"Detective Zinsawa is really blunt," Musashi said, "but that's not the case. When I went to the lake house today, by the way, this lake house is my wife and I's secret place, no one knows about this place .I found traces of people living in that hut. And the traces of life are very similar to my wife's lifestyle. For example, bowls are used to be placed under the cabinet, and there must be a bowl to hold water on the table in the living room."

"Your wife probably lives there." Mao Qingze stared at the pile of documents on the table boredly, and Musashi estimated that he was wandering in his mind.

"Detective, don't be so absent-minded, okay?" Musashi said, "Do me a favor, I'm worried about my wife."

"Listen, I'm not cold-blooded, I just have another commission to do."

Musashi continued to sit on the chair, crossing his legs. "Don't say such things, maybe you accept my entrustment, and you will have no worries about food and clothing in your next life."

This sentence aroused Mao Qingze's great interest. He was about to reach for the pen, but now he was hanging in the air. "oh?"

"100."

Mao Qingze said, "Go ahead."

Musashi said: "The hut by the lake is very secretive. Basically, no one would go to that place, but I didn't find my wife there either. I guessed that she might have gone out, so I sat on the bench beside the house and waited for her. But no one showed up until noon, not even animals. I was so hungry that if I went down the mountain to eat, I would have to drive for a long time, at least three or four hours. I didn’t plan to stay for a long time when I went, so lunch Not prepared. I just sneaked into the kitchen to see what was there to eat, and then I walked into the kitchen. My God, the placement of the dishes, chopsticks, and spoons has changed. God testifies, from early morning to noon. People have entered."

Mao Qingze stared at Musashi's face, trying his best to search for answers on his face to distinguish the truth from the false.He said: "I may have to reconsider whether to accept your commission, although it sounds like a ghost story picked up from somewhere."

"Brother, please," Musashi said, "my father-in-law is in a hurry, you can't do this. If nothing is found in the end, I'll give you 30.00% of the commission, how about it?"

Mao Qingze stood up, went to the hanger, took out a dark blue suit and put it on. "No matter what you say, I can't promise you yet," Mao Qingze said, "I'll go to your house first, and then to the lakeside hut, and I'll tell you the final answer after checking the situation."

"Detective Qingze," Musashi stood up and walked towards the door with Mao Qingze, "I can't go to my home, because after the police inspected it, I still live in the house. The scene has been destroyed, but the lakeside hut is not yet. "

"You're not short of money, can't you live in a tavern?" Mao Qingze said, "What's on your mind?"

"Brain, cerebellum, tofu brain, etc." Musashi shrugged. "It's better to live at home. Of course, it's better to have a wife."

"Then let's go directly to the hut by the lake. It's only five o'clock, so we should be back before eleven o'clock in the evening."

"It's too late, let's go tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, I've already attributed this matter to today's work, today's matter, today's end."

Hearing his tone, Musashi seemed to have no possibility of defense, so he could only compromise. To be honest, Musashi was not ready yet.Two people came out of the office and went down an old staircase.The width of the stairs can only accommodate two people, and the shoulders of the two people will bump into each other from time to time.Some of the steps have been cracked, and a layer of dark red rust has formed on the handrails, and a rusty smell wafts in the air.The sound of their footsteps "bang bang bang" sounded.

"When I came to look for your office," Musashi said, "I thought the famous Detective Qing Ze lived in a slum. Not to mention how luxurious it must be, at least it should look like it."

Mao Qingze said: "After I get your commission, I can change it into a high-end compound. You don't seem to worry about your wife at all."

"Very worried." Musashi said.There is a mirror at the end of the stairs. In the mirror, Musashi is wearing a pure black suit with a black shirt inside. Only the red tie brings a touch of heat to the oppressive black.He has a thin face, a high nose, and thick eyebrows. When countless strangers look at him at first glance, they will think that he is a boy of mixed Chinese and English.

However, he was a man of pure blood. His parents were both physical education teachers in the county, and both died a few years ago.Now Musashi is alone, and his job is not an engineer as stated on the business card handed to Mao Qingze, but a killer. He has not been going well recently, so he accepted a commission to kill.

This is the first entrustment that Musashi accepted. The remuneration was so high that Musashi could not imagine, 100 million, a total of 100 million. The entruster directly put 50 into Musashi's account. As long as the job is successful, the remaining 50 will be paid. In Musashi's account, since then, Musashi has been able to live a wealthy life.

This commission was to kill Mao Qingze.

Mao Qingze was investigating the identity of a person, and that person was most likely the one who entrusted Musashi to kill Mao Qingze, Musashi thought so.No matter what the purpose is, as long as you do your job well.

The two walked out of the stairs and were about to go out when Mao Qingze seemed to remember something, turned around and said to the receptionist, "Tonight, I will be back around eleven o'clock. You get off work later today, and you can leave when I come back."

The trembling female receptionist of Qingze Detective Agency nodded quickly, grabbed a pen and wrote on the paper, Musashi gave her a wink, turned around and walked out the door with Mao Qingze in his arms. "Do you know?" Musashi said, "If it's a movie routine, you're a foreshadowing, and you may never return at night."

Mao Qingze looked directly into Musashi's eyes, and Musashi could even breathe the air Mao Qingze exhaled. "If you think about it," Mao Qingze said, "life is full of foreshadowing."

Musashi felt a chill all over his body, Mao Qingze pulled Musashi into his car, rolling dark clouds pressed over the city, as if a storm was coming.