"Hello, erm … Yes, I'm Zuo Yan … No … My relationship with Avilina is not what you think it is … Anyway … Do you know everything? Okay … Erm … He's standing right in front of me … Okay. " After Zuo Yan spoke briefly with the person on the other end of the phone, he looked up at Inspector Doster and said, "Inspector, please answer the phone."
"Huh?" When Doster heard this, he was stunned. He thought to himself, This kid is asking for a beating, isn't he? You were the one who came to me and said that you wanted to provide me with clues, but you suddenly called me halfway through the conversation. Now you're asking me to answer the phone?
"What phone call? Who's calling? What the hell are you doing? "Doster raised his voice and asked three times in a row.
Rather than calling it a question, it was more accurate to call it a reprimand.
Zuo Yan replied helplessly, "Erm … The Minister of Internal Affairs wants to talk to you."
"Who?" Doster's eyes widened. He tilted his head so that his ears were closer to Zhao Yu's. Obviously … He thought that he had misheard.
"The Minister of Internal Affairs …" Zuo Yan repeated the words again, but his voice was getting softer and softer. By the time he reached the last syllable, he was almost inaudible.
"Haha …" Doster was so angry that he laughed. "Why don't you just say that it's the Prince of Wales?" As he spoke, he snatched the phone from Zuo Yan's hand and shouted at the screen, "Hey! B * stard, do you know the consequences of playing pranks with the police? "
After he finished speaking, Doster held the phone and listened for about three seconds. Then, the smile on his face froze.
Soon, Doster turned around and spoke in a trembling voice, "S … ss … se … sir! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you! " He held his chin with his hand and slowly regained his normal speaking rhythm. "Yes, yes … I'm Doster … I'm flattered that you remembered my name! Yes, yes … I still remember you saying hello to me at the dinner party … "
Only he and the Minister of Internal Affairs knew what Doster said afterward. As he spoke, he left the room with his phone and went to a secluded area.
About seven minutes later, Doster returned to the meeting room. He looked at Zuo Yan with a complicated expression and handed the phone back politely.
"So … you're a detective too." Daoist's tone was still not very friendly when he talked to Zuo Yan, but compared to seven minutes ago … it was much better.
Zuo Yan thought for a few seconds and nodded, "I guess so …"
In fact, deep in his heart, he wanted to deny it …
Because Zuo Yan spent all day with a detective of Vidocq's level, he always felt that he was not qualified to call himself a "detective." Therefore, under normal circumstances, whenever someone asked him this question, he would deny this identity and emphasize that he was only the head of the university's Department of Reasoning.
However, the situation this time was special. In order to stay at the scene and participate in the investigation, Zuo Yan did not hesitate to use his connections. At such a time, if he denied his identity as a detective, it would cause more trouble … It would be a little too pretentious.
"What do you mean by 'kind of'? Zuo Yan is a very good detective." The next second, Feng Bujue turned to Daoster with a smug look on his face. "Mr. Sergeant, we Chinese people are usually very humble and low-key. Please forgive us if we are being pretentious."
Although Brother Jue did not hear the content of the phone call directly, based on Zuo Yan and Doster's words, he could basically guess the ins and outs of the phone call …
According to the setting in "The Second-rate Detective and the Cat," Zuo Yan studied at a fictional university called Imperial Peak. What was the name of the university? Well, it was probably a university that was harder to get into than Hogwarts. It was a university for normal people.
Students who wanted to further their studies in Imperial Peak had to meet three conditions: ability, wealth, and identity. Among them, the first two conditions were easy. As long as they could pass the crazy entrance test of Imperial Peak, and their family happened to have tens of millions of dollars, they would meet the requirements. But identity … How to put it … It would be best to be a crown prince. It did not matter which country he was from. If he was not from the royal family, he could be an aristocrat. Anyway, those who could be related to aristocrats within three generations would be fine. If that was not possible, he could be the son of a bureaucrat or a tycoon. After all, some countries had a short history and did not have aristocrats at all. But the son of a government official or a businessman would definitely have to pay more sponsorship fees. After all, they were a bunch of "vulgar" people. If they wanted to be a second-class citizen in Imperial Peak, they would have to donate at least ten million to the university every year.
All in all … It was a school that definitely didn't exist in reality. Long Aotian (Mary Sue was the same) was as common as carps crossing the river in Imperial Peak. It wasn't a big deal. Those who didn't get the name 'Long Aotian' due to their looks or lineage were just the second generation of the rich. Such people … wouldn't be able to find a girlfriend in Imperial Peak.
Then, let's talk about Zuo Yan … As the protagonist of the novel, he was naturally different from the rest.
Zuo Yan's parents were experts in "archaeology". They traveled around the world all year round and basically never met each other. Zuo Yan called his parents "Male and Female Robbers" since he was young. As for the reason … you can figure it out yourselves …
Although his family was rich, his lineage was not connected to any influential people. Logically speaking, he should not have been fated with a university like Imperial Peak.
However, there was no story without coincidence. During the year when Zuo Yan was taking the university entrance examination, Imperial Peak tried a "reform". During the enrollment period, the university relaxed the requirement of "identity". Hence, Zuo Yan, a "commoner", took advantage of the "policy" and sneaked into the university …
Of course, "commoner" was only a derogatory term given to Zuo Yan by some people in the university. In the eyes of outsiders, he was also classified as a "Dragon Pride" …
In conclusion, it was normal that Zuo Yan could talk to a foreign minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs directly.
To put it bluntly … On the way here, he called one of his classmates and asked for a favor. Then, his classmate called his family and told them about the situation. In the end … In less than half an hour, his classmate's family had settled the matter.
From Feng Bujue's perspective, even if Zuo Yan did not pass the phone to Daoist in front of him, it was not difficult for him to deduce how Zuo Yan got involved in the case … After all, Brother Jue had the information about Zuo Yan's background.
Now that Brother Jue had heard the keywords such as "Avilina", he naturally knew who Zuo Yan had asked for a favor.
"Okay, okay, two great detectives …" At this moment, Daoist's expression and tone were not only helpless, but also a little bit happy. It seemed that … his tensed nerves were finally broken by the emotion of having nothing to lose. "In order to not be stifled at work, and to not have to eat sh * t physically … Next … I will take a step back and be a bystander." He paused for a while. "You two … You can do whatever you want. Feel free to investigate. When you are done, please point me in the right direction."
As he spoke, he drew from his inside coat pocket a small metal bottle, the cap of which was attached to the mouth and opened with a flick. Holding it up with one hand, Doster poured a mouthful of the unknown liquid into his mouth.
"Erm … Is that alcohol?" Zuo Yan had already smelled the alcohol, so he asked even though he already knew the answer.
"No, this is my blood. My ex-wife used to make afternoon tea with this every day …" Daoist's mysterious sense of humor suddenly came online. He seemed to be responding to Brother Jue's comments about his living conditions with self-deprecating sarcasm. "… Do you want a sip?"
"He's not old enough yet." Before Zuo Yan could reply, Feng Bujue took the small bottle from the sheriff's hand. "And you … Mr. Sheriff, what you need now is not this cheap stuff …" After that, he tilted his head back and drank the remaining alcohol in the small bottle. "I think we should check John's wine cellar first … See if there are any clues in there."
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