【Machanglin】Consignor

When Lin Xianming pushed open the door of the detective agency, Ma Chang was sitting on the sofa and reading documents.The big detective who doesn't care about trivial details took out a pair of glasses and put them on seriously, and didn't look up when he heard the footsteps: "There is food on the table, eat by yourself if you are hungry."

The handsome young man took off his coat, threw it aside, and casually rolled up his waist-length hair.He kicked off his high heels, fell crookedly at the entrance, and went into the bathroom to wash his face.Ma Chang looked down at the information, and before the visitor sat down on the sofa, he picked up the pillow on it, and threw it into his arms after he sat down.

Lin Xianming looked at the pillow in his arms in exchange for forty packs of mentaiko with a blank face, and pushed it with some disgust: "Who wants to hold it."

Only then did the big detective raise his head, took it over and hugged himself, muttering: "It's obviously very cute." There was a faint sweet smell in the air, the man sniffed, followed the smell to the side of the young man's neck, and sniffed again, Surprised: "Lin Lin, have you changed your perfume?"

Lin Xianming sat aside and avoided the other party: "It was changed last week." Seeing that this person was going to have an in-depth discussion on this, he changed the subject first, pointing to the A4 paper in the other party's hand: "What are you looking at? "

He didn't care if the racecourse was interrupted, he shook his head and said, "300 million in cash."

Lin Xianming raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

The horse farm handed over the information, quite proud: "Today, someone entrusted me to find someone, and I will give you 300 million if I find it. I checked it just now, and the target is very common. A few days ago, I touched some black money and was dragged away." It’s an underground casino. It seems that I was lucky and made some money, but you know that kind of place, how can you keep winning. It seems that you were taught a lesson a few days ago and suffered a bit. I also have some problems over there. Friends, take care of it and let it out."

"Three million is not much, but it is enough to buy a lot of mentaiko. Let me do the math. If discounts are considered—"

"I also received a commission today," the blond young man flipped through the information, and interrupted again mercilessly, "Let me kill a person. I didn't specify the reward, but it was a seven-figure figure anyway. The target is also very ordinary, ordinary I even suspected that I reported an extra zero, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you use money to do things, and kill anyone."

Lin Xianming flipped through the pages symbolically, his fingers were slender but well-defined, his nails were well manicured and painted with nail polish.A thin booklet was flipped through quickly, but stopped abruptly on the last page.The young man's delicate eyebrows frowned, and he pointed at the only photo: "Is this your goal?"

Ma Chang seemed to have just woken up from a dream of 300 million mentaiko, and he answered casually: "Yes." After speaking, he felt that the other party's tone was not right, and then asked: "Do you know him?"

"do not know."

The young man vetoed it, and turned back the information, but his eyes became a little subtle when he looked at the column of social relations.

The man blinked for no reason, and the handsome young man drew a circle on a name with his nails.

"But I think your client should be my target."