Two cars stolen... This must be a gang crime. How could one person drive away with two cars? I couldn't help but mutter to myself.
This is the self-cultivation of a legal program enthusiast, a crime drama fan, and a loyal reader of mystery novels.
Of course, I didn't say it aloud, but I believe that anyone with a normal IQ could reach a similar conclusion.
After the police officer on duty at the gate called to confirm my identity, I took out my phone and glanced at the time.
More than enough... I breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly walked around the pond in the center of the courtyard, entering the building directly opposite the gate.
After mentally rehearsing the conversation, I knocked on the target office door three minutes early.
"Please come in," a deep, resonant voice came from inside.
" Officer Deng..." As soon as I pushed the door open, I realized that the officer sitting behind the desk was the same one who had come to check my residence permit before!
I always thought he was just a junior police officer at the local police station, but who knew he had an office at the municipal bureau, a single room at that!
"Who are you?" Officer Deng raised his hand to smooth his receding hairline, asking with a puzzled look, "Do we know each other?"
"You came to my house last night to check my residence permit and reminded me about the mysterious cult. Later, we met again at Rosen, and I even reported a woman who was suspected of being a cult member." I began to suspect that the person in front of me was Officer Deng's biological brother, but I still explained in detail.
Officer Deng suddenly realized:
"Zhou, Zhou Mingrui, right?"
"I have face blindness and my memory isn't very good either. It was nighttime, so I couldn't see very clearly."
"You don't need to tell me you have a bad memory or face blindness, I can tell right away..." I smiled politely.
"I'm here today representing the Intis Group to discuss that previous project."
"Yes, we arranged to meet at 4 o'clock." Officer Deng pointed to the chair opposite his desk.
I immediately moved closer, placed the newly bought black notebook on the table, and then flipped directly to the middle section—I couldn't let Officer Deng know that I had just bought it and hadn't written anything on it yet.
Officer Deng glanced at the notebook and frowned slightly.
Then, he picked up the phone and dialed an internal number:
"Hey, the people from the Intis Group have arrived. Come over for a meeting."
After giving a brief explanation, he hung up the phone, smiled, and said to me:
"This is an international collaborative project; it's not something we can decide on our own. The other party's representative will be here shortly."
"I know." I read the relevant information carefully this morning and I understand exactly what happened.
Of course, even if I was lazy and didn't read it, I still have to answer like this now, so that my partners don't find out that I'm slacking off and not being competent enough.
I had barely sat down when I heard the door to Officer Deng's office open.
I stood up politely and looked back. I saw an Old Man wearing a black robe.
His hair was gray, and he had deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. His eyes were dark red and slightly cloudy.
He wore a pendant carved with a red the Moon around his neck, and his overall attire resembled that of a church priest.
A foreign priest... I smiled and nodded, fully demonstrating my politeness.
For some reason, I always felt that this Old Man looked familiar, just like when I first saw Officer Deng.
Strange... Lately, I've been inexplicably sad. Is this a side effect of the " Assassin " drink? I took a silent breath and controlled my emotions.
At this moment, Officer Deng began to explain:
" Old Neil, a representative of Interpol, and a clergyman."
"Hello, Mr. Neil," I said quickly.
Old Neil didn't speak, but looked me up and down a few times and chuckled:
"Young man, have you been troubled by ghosts lately?"
... You could tell all that? I was shocked, and for a moment I didn't know whether to admit it frankly or hide it from strangers.
"Don't lie, my eyesight is excellent." Old Neil smiled and pointed to his eyes.
"A little..." I stammered in reply.
"Haha." Old Neil laughed out loud. "You're still too young. I tricked you so easily. Actually, I wasn't so sure. Hmm, I'm a priest with extensive abilities to exorcise Wraith Specter. Do you need my help?"
... Was it inappropriate to discuss these feudal superstitions in front of a police officer? I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Old Neil walked to Officer Deng's desk and very naturally picked up the coffee can on it:
"Don't worry, my fees have always been low. If you're still a believer in the goddess, I can even do it for free."
I wasn't a believer in the goddess before, but I am now! At this moment, my heart is pounding.
I hesitated for two seconds, then sighed and said:
"But I've already found help."
"Who? There aren't many people with that kind of ability; most are just scammers," Old Neil casually asked as he expertly brewed coffee.
"... Do you know Daly?" I asked hesitantly.
" Daly... Ah, it's nothing then." Old Neil's smile faded, and he asked, "You're a representative of the Intis Group? Let's begin."
At the same time, Officer Deng shook his head with a smile, looking helpless.
"Do you know Ms. Daly?" I blurted out.
Old Neil exclaimed "Hey!" and pointed at Officer Deng:
His fiancée.
"Oh, oh..." I couldn't help but exclaim. "They're all familiar faces!"
This gave me even more confidence in Ms. Daly.
I stopped chatting and started discussing the project with Officer Deng and Old Neil, gathering information about their needs.
And so, more than an hour passed.
"Yawn." Old Neil stretched. "Finally over. My old bones really can't take this kind of meeting anymore. My energy is getting worse and worse."
After saying that, he stood up, smiled, and said to me and Officer Deng:
"It's time for me to retire."
"I should go now, to the faraway countryside, to plant flowers, feed the chickens, and play the piano with my wife. I won't have to worry about things here anymore."
Officer Deng stood up and, while Old Neil to the door, said with a smile:
"Let's go together."
Watching their figures gradually disappear into the distance, I suddenly found myself speechless.