The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

The golden color of the sky has begun to dim, and the night has begun to appear, and a few stars can already be seen in the sky with a faint light.

The journey was not far, but because Guangyou walked slowly, it took him more than ten minutes to get back to the office.

Standing on the ground floor of the office, Guangyou did not go upstairs, but stopped in front of the mailbox hanging on the wall of the corridor on the ground floor.

Opening the mailbox belonging to the office, there are not many things inside, and you can scan them all at a glance: a few envelopes, a folded newspaper, and of course, there are a lot of nasty little advertisements.

The others had nothing to do with Guangyou, and he had no interest in them. He just took them out casually, and his attention was entirely focused on one of the brown paper envelopes.

When he saw the envelope, Guangyou muttered: "It's not bad, at least nothing went wrong."

This letter was naturally the one he wrote for Tetsuya Kuromu. It contained a letter of authorization and the commission money that Tetsuya Kuromu had previously put in his schoolbag.

In order not to make Uncle Maori suspicious, Guangyou just asked Kuroki Tetsuya to put a stamp.

Judging from the current situation, there is no big problem, and it should be able to scare Uncle Maori.

After emptying the mailbox, Guangyou went up to the second floor carrying his schoolbag.

"Uncle, I have your letter."

As soon as he walked in, Guangyou put the pile of letters on Uncle Maori's desk, then sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and started watching.

"Is it the electricity bill again or something?"

Uncle Maori, who was sitting in the chair, put down his feet on the table, picked up one of the letters, tore it open and looked at it, and then said in surprise, "This letter is made up of words from the newspaper... You

Your daughter has been kidnapped by us. If you want her to survive, send 1 million in cash to Mihua Park at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If you call the police, you will bear the consequences."

After reading the content of the letter, Uncle Maori thought of his daughter's karate level, then shook his head and sighed: "The current level of scammers' business is not very good..."

"Sister Xiaolan should be back, right?" Guangyou pretended to touch his stomach and asked, "I'm a little hungry."

"I've been back a long time ago. I guess you're in the kitchen upstairs now. If you're hungry, there should be one or two packs of biscuits in the refrigerator, so you can fill them up first." Uncle Maori answered while picking up another letter.

Guangyou replied nonchalantly: "Forget it, save your stomach for dinner."

"Huh? Why do people still send me money?"

Upon hearing this, Guangyou, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly changed his position and began to listen.

Uncle Maori was very surprised when he saw several ten thousand yuan bills in the envelope. However, when he saw the power of attorney inside, he understood that this was not a lottery win, but a job.

Of course he was happy to have money, but he still kept mumbling: "It's someone who doesn't want to come to the door again. Who would accept such a commission if I didn't give you money first?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Guangyou knew that the matter was almost settled, but whether he would accept it or not was none of Guangyou's business. He had done everything he could.

If you don't accept it, there's nothing you can do about it. You can just return the money to Kuromu Tetsu later.

He had thought about this situation, so he attached an address. If Uncle Maori didn't accept the request, he could just send it back to this address.

However, how could Uncle Maori refuse? He opened the power of attorney and glanced at the contents before nodding, and said to himself: "It turns out that the purpose is to investigate the other party's private life. Okay, I accepted it because the money was sent to me."

, but why do both husband and wife have to investigate?”

"Is it another person who wants to meddle with other people's feelings? If so, this commission cannot be accepted."

Looking at the contents of the power of attorney, Uncle Maori frowned. He wanted to keep the money as private money, but the content of the commission was a bit strange. If it was what he thought, he would definitely not accept the commission.

Helping others destroy other people's families sounds very unethical.

In order to confirm this, Uncle Maoli read the power of attorney again, this time more carefully, and after carefully reading all the contents, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that the parents are investigating their children, so it all makes sense.

"

"I accepted this commission and will start the investigation tomorrow as stated above." Uncle Maori put away the commission letter and looked around. After confirming that there was no one else but Guangyou, he stuffed the money into his pocket.

inside.

As if he was afraid that Guangyou would snitch on Xiaolan, Uncle Maoli even discussed it with Guangyou: "Xiao... Guangyou, don't tell your sister Xiaolan, I will go out and buy you some delicious food later. With this money

..."

Hearing this, Guangyou stretched out his finger and tapped his chin, pretending to think for a while, and said: "I want to eat the new cream cake from the nearby cake shop, uncle..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Maoli waved his hand and said proudly: "Isn't it just a cake? I'll buy it for you later, but you can't buy it too big. Children should eat less of that kind of thing."

"Just eat whatever you have."

Hearing Guangyou's answer, Uncle Maori was obviously very satisfied, and even praised him: "You are much more sensible than that kid with glasses. I will buy you cakes and stuff when this case is over."

After saying this, Uncle Maori began to clean up the letters on the table, including advertisements and other useless letters similar to the previous blackmail letters, and he threw them into the trash can.

At this time, one of the small advertisements caught the attention of Uncle Maori. Looking at the words and pictures on it, he added: "When this case is over, I will take you to this place to soak in the hot springs, and by the way, you can also go hiking.

"

"Are you really just going to soak in a hot spring?" Guangyou turned his head and looked at Uncle Maori's pretending to be serious. He also thought of the special nature of the hot spring and felt a little doubtful in his heart.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to say this, otherwise he would be indispensable. He is not that stupid.

Having said that, it was a good thing for Uncle Maori to take them to a hot spring, and hot springs had many benefits. Going out to relax in a hot spring once in a while was indeed a beautiful thing in life, so he could not refuse.

"Then it's settled, I'll go downstairs to buy some beer first."

As he spoke, Uncle Maori stood up from his chair, moved for a while and then walked out of the door holding the newspaper he had just delivered.

Now that Uncle Maori has accepted this commission, Guangyou has no reason to continue pretending here, so he turns off the TV and prepares to go upstairs to see the situation.

Compared with the second floor, the third floor has less commercial atmosphere and more homey smell. Guangyou can smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen as soon as he opens the door.

Conan was sitting there in the hall, flipping through a book in his hand. This time it was not "Sherlock Holmes", but another detective novel.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Conan joked without raising his head: "Hey, you are willing to come back."

"What are you talking about? It makes it seem like I don't go home every day." Guangyou rolled his eyes at Conan, then walked straight to the room and left, "Call me for dinner, thank you."
Chapter completed!