Song Xichen roared Song Ge for a while and felt much more comfortable, but she still had to keep an eye on that guy and not let her go to the bar often and get drunk. She should talk to Hu Bin when she had time and let him spend more time with her. Accompany Song Ge and don't let her run around in messy places.

Song Xichen found Mao Lishen's Private Detective Agency in a relatively remote place. The sign of this shop had not been changed for some time, especially the word "Detective" on it was almost wiped out by the sun, but the door of this shop was still the same. The aluminum alloy door from long ago only had two relatively small doors at the top. I don’t know how Shen Yu found this person from the corner. Is it possible that this person has superior skills?

Song Xichen pushed open the rickety door and walked in. For a moment, he felt that the door was about to fall. If he pushed the door down, he would probably have to pay for it. He had to think of this He must be an expert on porcelain. With a door like this, are you just waiting for someone who is unlucky to replace it with a new one?

After he entered the house, he looked around. The room was relatively dark and the furnishings were very old. It turned out to be an old grocery store converted into a detective agency, and the original old containers were still there. But It's empty now, except for some wine, and a thick layer of ash has fallen on some places.

There is an older fabric sofa in the corner, a narrow glass coffee table, and a rocking chair next to the sofa. Lying on this rocking chair is a person, wearing a pair of jeans and a jacket with a stand-up collar, with a book on the cover. On his face. And the girl on the cover of that book is too eye-catching. Are such books still available for sale now? Song Xichen couldn't help but think.

He looked carefully at the cover, and the date actually showed that it was a magazine from more than ten years ago.

Song Xichen thought: "Is this detective still nostalgic? Or does he have special feelings for this magazine?"

"What did the officer investigate? I still like this magazine very much. I can bear the pain and give it to you." The man in the rocking chair finally stopped pretending to be asleep and sat up. He motioned to Song Xichen to sit on the sofa.

"Hello, I am Maori Shen, the owner of this store. Our Maori Detective Agency can help you find people and things. Officer, what do you need me to help you with? But please pay 30% of the fee as a deposit first. You'll pay the rest after the job is done. We are very fair here, and the prices are absolutely fair." The man didn't even ask Song Xichen about his purpose, and directly promoted the detective agency business to him.

Song Xichen asked directly: "How do you know I am a police officer? If I remember correctly, I haven't shown you my ID yet, right?"

The man said disapprovingly: "As long as you have been a policeman and have worn a police uniform, you will have a special smell on your body, don't you know?"

Song Xichen asked in confusion: "Taste? What taste?"

The man laughed and said, "Of course, police officer, I smell like a police officer."

Song Xichen knew that the seemingly slovenly and decadent middle-aged man in front of him was not as simple as he appeared.

Song Xichen directly raised the question again: "A man was killed last night in Hulu Lane, Wenyun Street."

That person, Mao Lishen, said: "Officer, since someone died violently, you should hurry up and investigate the case. Why do you still have the time to hang out in my little shabby place? Besides, our store is a small business and we charge for consultation." As he spoke, he typed out a number on the calculator on his mobile phone and said, "Half an hour, this number."

Song Xichen shook his head. Sure enough, it was easier to talk to someone with an ID, so he took a photo of the ID on the coffee table.

Mao Lishen picked up the certificate, looked at it from left to right, and said, "This certificate is really nice. If I had such a certificate, it would be much easier for me to find people to trouble me."

Song Xichen took the ID back, put it back in his pocket, and said, "Detective Mao, please tell me."

Mao Lishen sighed and said: "It's the same thing again. Cooperating with the police in handling cases is a citizen's duty, right?"

Song Xichen looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

Mao Lishen sighed in his heart that this boy actually had such a strong sense of oppression against him. If he hadn't been a special forces soldier, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, officer, as for the name Song Xichen on the ID, Officer Song, I will tell you everything I know, and I will also give you some evidence I found."

However, those photos taken by us in our profession may not be used as evidence in court.

I just received a message, and my client asked me to tell you all the information about the man who was killed in Calabash Lane.

The name of the man who was killed in Calabash Lane was Yan Haoshou, and some people in the society still call him Brother Hao. He is 38 years old this year. He came to City A when he was a teenager. His parents are still alive in his hometown, but they are all honest farmers. These I

After checking, it was basically true. They always thought that their son was working in a big hotel in the city as a chef. But they didn't know that Yan Haoshou only worked in a hotel in the first one or two years after coming to City A. Later, he felt that the hotel work was too tiring.

, and he had little money, so he stopped working. He has indeed been in City A for these years, and has always lived in Hulu Lane in City A. After he stopped working in restaurants, he also worked in barber shops, hotels, etc.

But without exception, they all resigned after not working for a long time. But in these years, I got to know some people in the society. I don’t know who they are. But when I heard him calling the other party, he called the other party "Brother Cai".

.”

Song Xichen asked curiously: "Brother Cai?"

Mao Lishen continued: "Yes, Brother Cai. But I have followed them for so long and have never seen them meet. The other party should be quite cautious, or Yan Haoshou is just a little shrimp, and Brother Cai doesn't like it. Of course, this is just

My guess. If it is unconfirmed, Officer Song can just listen to it."

He stood up and took out a kraft paper document bag from a drawer in a worn-out desk. He opened the bag and took out a few photos. He handed them to Song Xichen and said, "They often make appointments on the phone at a time and place to meet and make some deals."

.I followed it several times, and the transaction items were often packed in a small black plastic bag, so I couldn't know what they were. But based on the content of the phone call, it can be inferred that they are probably some drugs, drugs that can stun people.

, the effect is very good, and it is guaranteed that the police and doctors cannot detect it. Therefore, although his products are not cheap, he still has a lot of customers.

As for the true effect of the medicine, I don't know, because Yan Haoshou has been very careful recently, which may have something to do with the fact that he just came out of the police station. But I heard him bragging to others that he had stunned many women before, and what happened next

I probably don’t need to talk to Officer Song about the matter.

I must point out that I have not verified whether this is true or not, but I guarantee that it came from his mouth. I have audio as evidence. Of course, I used some extraordinary means to obtain this audio. Officer Song, you guess

Nor can it be regarded as evidence.
Chapter completed!