Thriller Paradise Chapter 17: Compromise

"Hello, um... yes, I am Zuo Yan... no... I and Evelina are not the kind of relationship you imagine... that... anyway... do you know everything? …Um…He’s standing in front of me…Okay.” After Zuo Yan spoke a few words to the person on the other end of the phone, he raised his head, looked at Sergeant Dowst, and said, “Sergeant, Excuse me, please answer the phone."

"Huh?" When Dust heard this, he instinctively froze for a moment, and said in his heart, "This kid owes you a beating? Obviously you came to the door and said you want to provide clues. You just said half of what you said and suddenly took care of yourself. I started the phone call, now you let me answer it again?"

"What phone? Whose call? What the **** are you doing?" Dust raised his voice and asked three times.

This is not so much a question, as it is three rants.

Zuo Yan replied helplessly: "Uh... the Minister of the Interior would like to say something to you."

"Who?" Douster's eyes widened, and he turned his head to bring his ears closer to each other. Obviously... he suspected that he had misheard.

"Minister of the Interior..." Zuo Yan repeated the four words again, but when he said it the second time, his voice became lower and lower, and he almost couldn't hear him by the last syllable.

"Hehe..." Dust smirked, "Why don't you say it was the Prince of Wales?" He said, grabbing the phone from Zuo Yan, and opening his mouth to the screen. Shout, "Hey! Asshole, do you know the consequences of playing pranks with the police?"

After saying this, Dust took the phone and listened to it for about three seconds, and then the smile on his face solidified.

Soon, Dust turned around, and tremblingly replied: "s...ss...se...sir! Sorry, I didn't recognize you!" he tremblingly said: "s...ss...se...sir!" I supported my chin with my hand, and slowly recovered my normal speaking rhythm, "Yes...I am Dust...I am so flattered that you can remember my name! Yes, yes...I still remember that dinner, you Say hello to me..."

What Dust said later, only he and the Secretary of the Interior knew, because while he was talking, he had left the room with his mobile phone, and went to no one's place alone.

About seven minutes later, Dust returned to the reception room, looked at Zuo Yan with very complicated eyes, and handed the phone back politely.

"So...you are also a detective." Douster's tone of voice when speaking to Zuo Yan is still not very friendly, but compared to his attitude seven minutes ago... it is much better.

Zuo Yan thought for a few seconds, then nodded: "Forget it..."

Actually, deep down in his heart, he wants to deny...

Because of staying with detectives at the level of Vidok all day long, Zuo Yan always thinks that he is not qualified enough to call himself a "detective". Therefore, under normal circumstances, as long as he is asked this way, he will deny it. This identity, and emphasized that he is just a minister of the university's reasoning department.

However, this time the situation is special; in order to be able to stay on the scene and intervene in the investigation, Zuo Yan will not hesitate to "use the relationship", this kind of moment...to forcefully deny his identity as a detective, resulting in extraneous branches... Children are too made.

"What's'what', Zuo Yan is a very powerful detective." In the next second, Feng Bujue was proud, and said to Dust, "Mr. Sheriff, we China People are generally very humble and low-key. Please bear with them wherever they are invisible."

Although I didn't directly hear the content of the call, based on Zuo Yan and Dust's words, Jue brother has basically guessed the ins and outs of the call just now...

According to the setting in "Second-rate Detective and Cat", Zuo Yan studied at a fictitious university-"Difeng"; what famous school is this school? Let's put it this way...probably it is a university that is harder to enter than Hogwarts and is for normal humans.

Students who want to enter Difeng for further study generally have to meet three conditions: ability, wealth, and status. Among them, the first two... that are pretty easy to handle. As long as they can pass the abnormal entrance test made by Difeng and the family happens to be worth tens of millions of dollars, even if they meet the requirements; but the "identity" matter... How do you say it... It's best to be the crown prince, it doesn't matter which country is specific; if it's not the royal family... Next time, nobles are OK... Anyway, if you can get in touch with the nobles within three generations, it won't work, bureaucrats or chaebols. The heirs are also okay. After all, some countries have short history and no aristocracy at all... But these officials and businessmen must pay more for sponsorship. After all, you guys are more "vulgar" and want to enter Difeng as second-class citizens...every year I have to give the school an amount of eighteen million.

In a word...this is a school that can never exist in reality. Long Aotian (the same thing as Mary Su) is a creature like a crucian carp that crosses the river in Emperor Peak. It’s not a problem; because of its beauty or The pedigree problem is not in the name of "Long Aotian", it is only the second generation of academic tyrants and rich.

So, let's go back to Zuoyan...As the master, he is unique.

Zuo Yan's parents are experts in playing "archaeology", floating around the world all year round, basically not seeing people; Zuo Yan has called his parents "male and female thieves" since they are sensible. The reason is... everyone You can figure it out by yourself...

Although his family is rich, he is really not affiliated with any dignitaries in blood. Logically speaking, he should have no relationship with schools like Difeng.

Of course, there is no coincidence. In the year that Zuoyan was admitted to the university, Difeng tried a "reform". When enrolling students, the school had relaxed the requirement of "identity". So, Zuo Yan, the "general", took advantage of the "policy". "The Dongfeng, mixed in...

Of course, "common people" is just a scornful term for Zuo Yan by some people in the school. In the eyes of outsiders, he must also be classified as Long Aotian...

To sum up, it seems normal and common for Zuo Yan to talk directly with a foreign Minister of the Interior.

To put it bluntly... He called a classmate on the way here and asked them to help; then his classmate called his home again and talked about the situation. ... Within half an hour, the classmate's family settled the matter.

From Feng Bujue’s perspective, even if Zuo Yan didn’t hand the phone to Dust in front of him, it’s not difficult to guess Zuo Yan’s method of intervening in the case... Background information of the other party.

At the moment, now that Brother Jue has heard keywords such as "Evelina", then he naturally knows even Zuo Yan's request to anyone.

"OK~OK~Two great detectives..." At this moment, in Dust's expression and tone, in addition to helplessness, there is actually a little faintly happy; it looks... his tight After all, the nerves are torn apart by a kind of broken cans~IndoMTL.com~ In order not to eat at work and not to eat **** physically... Next... I will retreat to the second line and be a spectator by the side. . He paused, "What about the two of you...whatever you want, please feel free to investigate, and when you are done, I will show you the way. "

As he spoke, he took out a metal vial from the inner pocket of his shirt; the bottle’s Gale was attached to the mouth of the bottle and opened it as soon as it was pulled. Dust picked up the bottle and smoothed it with one hand. , He poured an unknown liquid into his mouth.

"Uh...is that wine?" Zuo Yan had already smelled the smell of wine, which was a clear question.

"No, this is my blood. My ex-wife uses this to make afternoon tea every day..." Self-heavy spit in response to Jue Ge’s previous comment on his living conditions, "...Do you want to take a bite?"

"He hasn't reached his age yet." Before Zuo Yan could reply, Feng Bujue responded first, and took the small bottle of wine in the sheriff's hand. "And you...my police Mr. Long, what you need now is not such a bargain..." After that, he raised his neck and drank the little bit of bad wine left in the small bottle. "I think we can check first. Take a look at John’s wine cellar...see what clues are there."