All in all, the Armed Detective Agency can only make "small money" at present, and it wants to receive high-level commissions with a guaranteed commission fee of more than 10 million.
It's basically impossible.
Not to mention picking up ten in one month.
Isn't this just making things difficult for myself?
Zuo Ye scratched his head irritably, unable to come up with a good idea for a while.
Forget it, let’s go home slowly.
Zuo Ye quickened his pace to go home, and unexpectedly ran into the little girl downstairs.
…Zuo Ye doesn’t know what will happen next to what happened yesterday.
All I know is that the little girl held Xiao Hei until her mother came back, and then let the dog go.
As for whether the little girl told her mother later, and whether her mother called the police to deal with it, I don't know.
But at least what Zuo Ye can know is that this little girl has a big heart and seems not to have been affected at all by yesterday's incident, such as leaving some psychological shadow or something.
Don't ask Zuo Ye why he is so sure.
Otherwise, why would this girl jump and jump when she walks?
Zuo Ye stopped and watched the little girl gradually approaching, and the ditty in her mouth became clearer.
"ah."
Seeing Zuo Ye, the little girl bowed and said hello again: "Hello, Sichuan!"
"Um."
Zuo Ye nodded, but his eyes fell on the schoolbag behind the little girl: "Have you started going to school?"
"Yeah! I'm in kindergarten, in the Sunflower class!"
The little girl nodded happily.
...Haha, just have fun now. When you go to high school, no, probably by the time you go to junior high school, you probably won’t be able to have fun anymore.
By the way, children here start kindergarten at the age of four.
At what age did you start having sex in your last life?
Zuo Ye took out a lollipop and threw it to the little girl: "You go to kindergarten, do you still need to carry a schoolbag?"
"Of course I have to carry it!"
The little girl caught the lollipop and first cautiously asked Zuoye if he was sure it was given to her for free. After getting a positive answer, she began to explain: "Because the kindergarten gave us books and homework, It’s a lunch box prepared by mom, so I must have a school bag to put it in!”
"You don't even know this, Shu. Didn't you go to kindergarten?"
After hearing what the little girl said, Zuo Ye touched his chin and asked, "Then why is your schoolbag empty now?"
"Why?"
Facing Zuo Ye's new question, the little girl was stunned and instinctively retorted: "How could it be empty? It's obviously filled with a lot of things."
Zuo Ye didn't say anything, but just pursed his lips and motioned for the little girl to see for herself.
Then the little girl immediately took down her schoolbag, opened it and took a look——
Empty!
"Um???"
The little girl raised her head in confusion and tilted her head: "No, I remember that I put everything in my schoolbag. How could it be missing..."
"Ah, I know!"
The little girl punched her palm with a serious expression: "This is the so-called mysterious disappearance of school bag items!"
Zuo Ye: "..."
The existence of detectives in this world is indeed very special.
Even kindergarten children will imitate it.
"This is not good, we have to find out the truth quickly!"
The little girl clenched her fists, her eyes full of fighting spirit: "Next, it's my turn, Futaba Kindergarten's famous detective Kana Koizumi, to take action!"
Looking at the excited little girl who wanted to pretend to be a detective, Zuoye tilted his neck.
...Futaba Kindergarten?
Why does it sound so familiar?
"You just said you were in the Sunflower class, right? Then there is a potato head in your class who shouts "Elephant Elephant" all the time and likes the mature big sister. Also, isn't your principal's appearance particularly unlikeable? A good person?"
"Why?"
The little girl frowned and shook her head: "It seems not...ah, this is not important. The important thing is to find the missing things quickly."
"Did someone steal it? There are no useful clues."
...Are you thinking too much?
Zuoye squatted next to the little girl who was in deep thought, and continued to touch his chin pretending to think. After a few seconds, he asked knowingly: "Is it possible that it's not that someone else stole the things in your schoolbag, it's just that you didn't I’m unzipping it.”
"Why?"
The little girl was confused again: "Didn't I pull it?"
Zuo Ye blinked: "Did you zip it up when you checked just now?"
The little girl nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that there is no... Oh, that's it, because I didn't zip up the zipper when I checked, so I didn't actually zip up the zipper at all at the beginning, right? Bar!?"
"Yes, correct reasoning."
Zuo Ye applauded the little girl appreciatively.
"Hehehe, no, it's just so-so."
The little girl touched the back of her head in embarrassment and laughed.
However, a few seconds later, the little girl's smile suddenly stiffened, and her blushing face instantly turned pale. Only then did she realize that her focus seemed to be misaligned.
"Ah! Oh no, no, no, my things have fallen all the way!"
"It's over, it's over. Mom will beat me to death if she knows I lost my lunch box!"
The little girl didn't even care about Zuo Ye. She left Yazi and ran back along the road home, starting to look for the things she lost on the way.
Looking at the little figure from behind, Zuoye turned his head slightly while holding his chin, and set his sights on the empty school bag that had not been zipped up on the ground, and pursed his lips.
This girl... is probably hopeless.
…
At night, several riders wearing universal work clothes pushed trolleys filled with boxes to a nightclub.
"Hello, we are delivering packages."
The big men in charge of security at the door glanced at the trolley and waved their hands casually to indicate that they could go in.
After pushing the trolley to the door of a private room in the nightclub, several people quickly threw the trolley away and each took out a heavy wrench or a sharp screwdriver from their waist.
"ready or Not."
Huang Mao raised his head, and even though his face under the visor was covered by a pure black mask, you could still clearly feel that he was grinning.
"Don't worry, boss, nothing will go wrong."
Zuo Ye nodded, glanced at the work gloves worn by several people, raised his hand and said, "Action."
Following Zuo Ye's order, Huang Mao quickly opened the door to the private room and took the lead in rushing in, followed closely by the others.
Waves of curses and screams immediately erupted in the private room.
Unfortunately, the nightclub itself is a noisy place, and the soundproofing effect of the private rooms is pretty good, so it won't cause any disturbance for the time being.
Zuo Ye did not participate in it, he just watched from the sidelines, and also took a look at it.
"...Do you want to go get something to eat later?"
Two figures who were supposed to be in charge of nightclub security came into view, and they immediately noticed Zuo Ye at the door of the private room. He became alert and walked over.
"Hey, what do you do?"
Zuo Ye didn't say anything nonsense, he just modified the mask. The word "kill" was immediately added to the originally pure black mask. The other parts of the special attack suit were already hidden under the work clothes, and there was no need to change them.
"Well!"
After dragging the two unconscious guys into the private room, Zuo Ye continued to let loose until Huang Mao and the others had taken care of everything and were ready to evacuate, then he gave a reminder.
"hair."
"What?"
The confused Huang Mao followed Zuo Ye's line of sight and found a yellow hair lying on the sofa in the private room.
...The hair present is not black, there is only one with yellow hair, so it is self-evident whose hair belongs to it.
"Oops, I didn't even notice, hehehehe."
Huang Mao smiled and picked up his hair and put it into his pocket: "It'll be fine now."
"Don't be so playful with me."
Zuo Ye glanced at Huang Mao coldly: "I can't keep watching you and wiping your butts. Don't let this happen again."
"……yes."
Huang Mao was like a student being criticized by the teacher, lowering his head.
"After checking the scene and making sure there are no tails left, seize the time and evacuate quickly."
Under Zuo Ye's instructions, the group quickly evacuated the private room, and then left through the door pretending to be nonchalant, as if nothing had happened.
When they were already some distance away from the nightclub, the hands and feet of Huang Mao's group began to tremble slightly.
Zuo Ye, who noticed this, didn't care about it. It was inevitable to feel excited or scared when doing this kind of thing for the first time. You will naturally get used to it if you do it too much.
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