In the evening, the vast community was deserted. There was almost no one in the public space. On the first floor of one of the buildings, the curtains that were originally closed were opened. Not long after, a cute young girl appeared. He opened the door and came out with a large bag of garbage.
She took the garbage to the disposal site of the community and threw it away. When she returned to the door, she wiped the sign outside the door with the rag in her hand: Fu Bao Detective Agency.
It was a cold January and it got dark early, so He Xiaohe started getting ready to get off work at five o'clock. He took the rags to the kitchen to wash them, spread them out to dry, and put new garbage bags on the trash can...
"Damn it, am I here to be a maid?" She straightened up and suddenly roared.
However, despite the scolding, she still put everything in the kitchen back to its place one by one.
Fortunately, she was in a good mood today, so she took it as a merit, otherwise her boss wouldn't take these things away.
"Mountain top will come with us, nothing can stop the future..."
While she was cleaning up, she sang "High" by singer Huang Ling.
He Xiaohe's voice was quite shocking. To put it simply, it was a bit unpleasant. Fu Bao, who was sleeping on the desk in front of him with his legs crossed, suddenly trembled and almost fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?" He Xiaohe just finished tidying up the kitchen and walked to the open office. Seeing Fu Bao's actions, he couldn't help but feel strange.
The detective, who straightened and balanced his slender legs on the desk and covered his face with newspapers, said hesitantly, "What was that sound just now? Is a ghost screaming?"
"It's someone singing..." He Xiaohe was a little shy at first, but when he realized the meaning of the next sentence, he immediately became angry, "What adjective do you mean?!"
"I'm telling the truth." Fu Bao was innocent.
Is it wrong to tell the truth?
He Xiaohe felt her self-esteem was frustrated. She took off her apron and threw it on the sofa.
"Hmph, I'm going to get off work, young lady."
"Let the soup cook before you leave." Fu Bao didn't take off the newspaper covering his face, and his voice sounded a bit muffled.
"It's done." He Xiaohe sighed. She was obviously an assistant, so why did she seem to be a maid and nanny?
"Put a bowl for me and let it cool down, otherwise it will be very hot when you drink it later. I was burned last time." Fu Bao said and yawned, causing the newspaper to flutter twice.
"Are you completely incapable of taking care of yourself?!" He Xiaohe went crazy, "You don't want me to do everything!"
"Because you're good at it." Fu Bao finally took off the newspaper covering his face, revealing his perfect face that was no less perfect than any idol star.
Since he had been sleeping on the back of the chair all day, his hair was messy and his face was sleepy, but he still couldn't hide his handsomeness and handsomeness.
Under the dim light of dusk, his skin even seemed to be glowing, extremely dazzling.
This is the perfect male protagonist's appearance that you only see in girls' comics. Most people usually can't get over it for a long time after seeing it. However, He Xiaohe and Fu Bao have been together for a long time, and now they are no longer as attracted by his beauty as before. I was dizzy due to the electricity.
Hearing his irresponsible words, He Xiaohe curled her lips and said, "You are good at handling supernatural cases. I haven't seen you take on any business this month. Hey, I'm warning you, if you don't take on business and make money, the firm's deposit will be lost." It’s zero, you know?!”
Although the truth is not as exaggerated as she said, based on her understanding of Fu Bao - as long as you have enough money, make more money - who is this overly free and easy mentality trying to drive to death?
Her salary changes with the firm's monthly profit.
"It's not my fault that there is no business." Fu Bao said lazily while lying on the table.
"You didn't accept those cases last time!" He Xiaohe looked like he hated iron.
"Oh, those cases are so boring. They are all lonely ghosts. They could just go to the temple to worship or bask in the sun." Fu Bao raised his eyebrows feebly.
"Yeah, so your boss told the client not to bother you. It's enough to bask in the yang energy at noon for a few days to dispel the yin energy, or go to an efficacious temple to worship and be frightened, but even then you have to accept it. The money can be regarded as the diagnosis fee."
When she thought that the money she had almost received was gone like this, she almost cried for three days and three nights.
When she first reported here, Fu Bao said that she would take care of the accounts and that her salary would be divided into 30% and 70% of the monthly surplus. She could get 30%. Considering that the average monthly net profit of the firm was 140,000 yuan, her monthly salary The average salary is 42,000, which is much easier than when I was a nurse in the hospital.
Well, that’s not quite right, because her boss is a supernatural detective known as the Detective of Hell. The cases he takes often involve dealing with ghosts, and sometimes fatal crises are unavoidable. Therefore, the salary she receives is considered low. …
"If this continues, I will change the way salary is calculated, and we will be sitting on nothing..." He Xiaohe took out the office's deposit book and kept thinking casually.
Fu Bao yawned again and didn't seem to be listening at all.
"Damn it, I hope you meet a devil that you can't handle at all!" He Xiaohe said fiercely, angered by his reaction.
Huh?
Fu Bao was stunned for a moment and turned stiffly to look at his assistant.
He Xiaohe also suddenly covered her mouth.
It's over, it's over, why is she talking nonsense again!
She has a very bad talent called "crow's mouth". Whatever she says, it always works for good or bad, and it always works.
There was a dead silence in the detective agency, and even the air seemed to be frightened by her words.
"Ha...I'm going to check out the soup." The instigator rushed to the back kitchen as if running for his life.
Fu Bao calmed down quickly. He didn't care. He was very bored recently and a tough ghost could change his life.
He has a special physique. There is no trace of yang energy in his body, only yin energy. The darker it goes into the night, the better his spirit will be. In the darker the place, his reactions and thoughts will increase several times. Not only can he see and even touch ghosts .
This is why he is called the Detective of Hell. He can always sense clues left by the dead that ordinary people cannot find.
So Li Gui represents a difficult case that allows him to reason well. This is the job he wants to do.
Fu Bao crawled through his hair and was about to say something to the assistant who was hiding in the kitchen when there was a sudden knock on the door.
This time... He looked at the clock. It was half past five. Is it a customer?
But Xiaohe didn't tell him that someone had made an appointment.
He Xiaohe was in the kitchen, so he had to go and open the door by himself, but as he walked towards the door, the knocks on the door became more and more intense and loud. Finally, the door was pushed open suddenly, and he was almost hit by the door panel when he was already in front of the door. .
Why are you so rude... He frowned and looked at the person.
The person who broke in was a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a school uniform and carrying a backpack. He seemed to be a high school student. His face was horribly white, his head was covered with sweat, and he was panting, as if he had been running for a long time.
What surprised Fu Bao was that the young man was covered in a cloud of black air. The black air was like a burning fire, trapping the young man inside.
Haunted by ghosts, so much resentment!
When the boy saw Fu Bao, he looked up and down and muttered, "Tall, very beautiful, more handsome than any idol star... You are Detective Fu Bao, right?"
"I am." Fu Bao nodded. Although the firm does not advertise, many policemen know his abilities because he has assisted the police several times. In addition, he has helped several wealthy people handle difficult cases, so he is well-known in this city. Many policemen know his abilities. Clients come here because of the reputation.
However, this is still the first time at such a young age.
"Please, you must save me! Please, please!" The young man rushed over and held Fu Bao's hand tightly, his voice full of fear.
Fu Bao doesn't like contact with humans, let alone strangers.
He frowned and originally wanted to shake off the other person's hand, but seeing how his whole body was shaking and his eyes were panicked, he finally endured it.
"You come in first, nothing can hurt you here." Fu Bao led the boy to the sofa in the office. In the huge office, apart from the big desk where he takes naps, the comfortable office chair, and the water dispenser in the corner, there is only a three-person sofa in front of the desk for entertaining guests. He likes a simple style , the simpler it is, the harder it is to have room for some "things" to hide.
But the moment he turned around, a gust of cool wind blew in from the unclosed door behind him, and there was also a vague and strange moist smell.
Fu Bao turned his head suddenly, but saw nothing. He looked at the office again and saw nothing else wrong.
"Strange." He shook his head, maybe he was too sensitive.
After the boy sat on the sofa, he went over and closed the door.
Sitting at the desk, Fu Bao saw the young man take something out of his pocket. He looked nervous, his hands were shaking as if he were touching high-voltage electricity, and he stared at the thing with wide eyes.
It's just a letter, why does it look like a bomb about to explode?
"What is this?" Fu Bao asked proactively.
The young man was extremely nervous. He was startled by Fu Bao's sudden voice and jumped up from the sofa.
He spoke with difficulty, his teeth chattering, "This, this letter... will, will kill me."
After he put the letter on his desk, he took several steps back.
