Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

When I walked into the office the next morning, Kebetha waited with long-awaited eyes.Don Nuo, dear.You hit it in one fell swoop, you are really capable, I, Baisha, knew that we were on the train to get rich. What's the matter?I asked and sat down. Xia Heli, she said: You completely subdued him. oh!It's him. Tang Nuo, he just called in.Five hundred yuan a week, he wants you to go all out. How much effort? All time.He wants you to be his personal bodyguard. how long? He said at least six weeks. Tell him to fuck him. Ke Baisha sat up straight in the chair, and the chair creaked loudly.How to say?she asked.

Xia Heli, you tell him to jump into the lake, we don't want him. What do you mean?Why do you say we don't want him?Baisha yelled at me: You play big, you think you're great, you're moody, you bastard, five hundred dollars a week, don't you want it?Are you crazy? OK, I said: You go to be a bodyguard. I? you. He doesn't want me, he wants you. I said: Talk nonsense, how can I be a bodyguard like this, you are just right. She glared at me. I said: I want to go out for a while, to take care of some business.How's that Melobe's crow doing now, don't you know?

I don't know, why should I know?Baisha said: If you think you are going to throw away a job with a net profit of two thousand a month, you are crazy.That's sixty-five yuan a day.think carefully. I was thinking. Suddenly, she changes his strategy.Tang Nuo, my dear, you always like to make fun of me, Baisha.you're joking, aren't you? I don't say anything. She smiled meekly and said: Baisha already knows you, Baisha has always relied on you.When the going gets tough, you always take a little more responsibility and get through it all. I still don't speak. After a while, she continued: I can still remember the day you came here looking for something to do.There are too many people in those days, you are starving, and it is hard to find work, Dono.At that time, if there was a job for us like Xia Heli, we would have done it quickly, wouldn't we, Tang Nuo? (See "Freshers Solve Major Cases" for details.)

Yes. She smiled at me: I will never forget how weak and cold you were at that time.You are hungry, you have no money, and you do any work.But you are willing to work.What Baisha told you to do, what did you do.After that, Baisha gave you a more important job, and after that, we became partners again.Not bad, is it, Tang Nuo? Yes not bad. I know you will be grateful to me, Tang Nuo.Bai Sha said: Although you are the kind of person who can't give a fart after three poles. I said: When I first came to apply for a job, your detective agency was a third-rate, crappy company.They come and go every month, and they can only pick up some cases that other detective agencies are too lazy to take over.You take over some divorce cases that you call thief lawyers and ghost lawyers.You do everything, but you don't know how to earn five hundred yuan a month.you

That's nonsense!she yelled. After I joined you, I said: You hang out, you fish, and you pay more in income taxes than you used to make every year.Of course I am grateful.Have you ever been grateful? She rocked back and forth in her office chair.Anger made her purse her lips into a horizontal line.She said: If you want to give up the five hundred yuan a week's work, I will break up with you and handle this matter by myself. I do not mind.I said, stand up and go outside. Baisha waited for me to approach the outer gate.Then I heard the chair creak loudly, Baisha stood up, and stood at the door of her private office.Tang Nuo, do you have anything else to say?

Aren't you always talking about it? Kebetha closed the door.Bu Aiqian felt that something serious had happened and suspended her work. Baisha said: Tang Nuo.Why don't you work for him? I said: I'm not sure what he wants me to do. He said that he wants you to be his bodyguard, Tang Nuo.He thought he would be in danger.Do you think he's really in danger? I said: a trust of 200,000 yuan.As long as he is alive, he can make distributions in any proportion. When he dies, the trust will be terminated.Another person in the same position of his was stabbed from the back, right through the heart.You add up yourself.If you open a life insurance company, will you insure him for a normal fee?

She said: "Tang Nuo, although you are blunt, you don't think so in your heart. You don't believe that there will be such a result, do you?" I said: Xia Heli believed it. Tang Nuo, why are you prejudiced against him?What's wrong with him? I said: I don't really want to work today.I need some time to do research work. What are you studying? Habits of crows.I said, go out the door and close the door. The last time I saw Baisha, I saw her face suddenly flushed with blood, as if her blood pressure had risen to the level of a stroke.As soon as the door was closed, Bu Aiqian immediately started typing. I knew Aixi was afraid that Baisha would take her anger out on her.

I opened the door again. Baisha had already walked to Elsie's desk, looking down at her glaringly.When I opened the door, I heard her saying: Besides, when Tang Nuo and I were discussing business, I don't like people secretly eavesdropping.You are here to type.You can't finish your work. If you say that you have finished typing, I still have work to give to you.You give me a lot of typing.one more thing There is another thing, I said to Baisha: I have made up my mind, Bu Aiqian needs an assistant.Her assistant can be your secretary exclusively.Elsie became my personal secretary.You can try the employee agency to see if they have found something you like.I've already talked to the building manager, I'm going to rent the connected office, and I've got a deal to make it my private office.The building is responsible for the cost of getting through.

Baisha turned around, stared at me and said: Why, you Go on!I said. Baisha's lips slowly smiled into a hard line.Who do you think you are?she asked strangely. The driver of the fortune train.Look at your ticket to see how far you can travel.I said, closing the door again. This time I didn't hear Bu Aiqian's typing. This time I went out to Miss Godona, who was the other one who had a cage where the crows could rest. Her address, I found, was in a self-built cottage in the back garden of a second-rate bungalow.For a while there were many houses with gardens, and it was fashionable to build a hut by myself, and the rent could be 20 or 30 yuan a month.

The young woman who opened the door for me was a tall, lanky, athletic beauty who was the ideal model for casual, athletic, and swimwear commercials.She was brunette with the healthy redness of a blonde. She is friendly and like a helpful puppy.As soon as I opened my mouth, I asked: Are you Miss Godona?Immediately she laughed and said: You must be another reporter who came for the crows. I said: In fact, although I am not a reporter, I am right to be interested in crows.Could you tell me a little bit about the crow? It's okay, please come in. I walked into the miniature living room and felt like I was squeezed into a doll's house.She pointed to a chair for me to sit on and sat down herself.What do you want to know?she says.

Where is the crow now?I asked. she laughed.The crow is now in the woodshed.Mr. Mai, of course, can give Pan Qiao anything he wants.I can not.My landlord thinks crows are an ominous thing, and putting them in the woodshed is already the maximum authority. How did you happen to have this crow? Pan Qiao and I were old friends.It's with me at least half the time. I made a gesture to encourage her to continue. She said: My father is Ge Zhongzhong.Crow was named after my father.Pan Qiao means honest and honest in Spanish. So, do you know Mr. Mai? Oh yes. For a long time? The ego is the beginning of the child. You also know Xia Heli? She nodded. Luo Xiulan? She said: I know Luo Xiulan.We don't. I don't see her very often. We don't go the same way. And what about Holup? Oh, I know. I said: I am interested in this. She shook her head and said: There is no plot in it.My father, Ge Zhongzhong, was the manager of several mines in Hou Shanshan.Miss Hou died when I was a baby.I can't remember her.My father died in a mine accident three or four years later.Both Mr. Mai and Mr. Xia liked my father very much. Knowing that he also died in the mine, I was very sad.They felt that my father was one of the original contributors to these mines.Most of the money in the mine was earned within three to eight years after Ms. Hou's death. How did the crow know you? Oh crow.The crow is an old friend of mine.Pan Qiao likes to fly around, but the crow needs exercise.So Mr. Mai made his place so that the crows were happy and could fly in and out at any time.And the most I could give it was a woodshed, so I put a cage in the woodshed, removed a pane of glass from the window, and let it fly.Pan Qiao can fly to see me anytime.It stopped on the roof of the wood house and quacked me.I just go out, talk to him, let him sit on my shoulder, and I give him something he likes to eat.If I'm not at home, it will fly into the woodshed and wait for me in the cage, or fly back to Mr. Mai's house.It's been here since the bad thing happened, and it's lonely.Do you want to see it? I said: Yes, I want to. She led the way, past houses, to a small firewood hut.The small house is less than ten feet square, and it is full of old junk, cardboard boxes, firewood, scrap car tires and kindling. You see, she explained: the heating is all on gas now, and although there is a fireplace in the house in front of the landlord, it is no longer used.Pan Qiao will be in the cage.Come in, Pan Qiao, where are you? I see the birdcage now, hanging high in the dark corner of the woodhouse.It's a replica of the birdcage I saw at Mai's.The two cages are almost identical.I heard the flapping of wings as she called.I couldn't see the crow in the darkest corner of the cage.Then it jumped out of the cage, fluttered its wings, and flew towards Miss Ge.Suddenly, it saw me, and quickly turned sideways amusingly. Come on, Pan Qiao.Miss Ge held out a finger. The crow turned its head and squinted at me with its bright eyes.lie!it says.A hoarse, raspy crow-like laugh followed. Pan Qiao, you can't do this.This is not good.That's not good crow style, come here. The crow tried to fly to her.Suspended on a dusty stove log. Come here, Mr. Lai wants to be your friend.He would love to get to know you better.Come over and say hello to him. The crow jumped, fluttered its wings, flapped its wings a few times, flew up and landed on her finger.She stroked its throat with her other hand.She said: It doesn't like us putting our hands on its head to touch it.When we punish it, we touch its head.As long as you put your hand on its head, it will be very angry.I think this has something to do with its nature. Birds like to be free and don't like to be locked up. If you put your hand on its head, it can't fly.Escape routes were also blocked.Pan Qiao, meet Mr. Lai. She moved her hand towards me and I held out my fingers.Pan Qiao doesn't want me.It flinched and grunted hoarsely.I can't understand what it's saying. She laughed and said: It is saying: go away, it can't speak clearly.It's easier to tell a lie.He's so playful and such a naughty ghost, I wish I could take him to the big house where he belongs.It is not used to living here for a long time like it is now.I'm thinking it knows its owner is dead, so it's in a bad mood. I said: Your place is not far from Mr. Mai’s house, is it? Only three or four streets. Besides coming here and Mai's house, where else would Pan Qiao go? We think there are.she says. us? Mr. Mai and me.I know very well that sometimes You mean you think there's another place for it? Yes, but we don't know where to go.You must know that Pan Qiao is a very smart and conservative bird.Isn't that right, Pan Qiao?But, sometimes, Pan Qiao just leaves, Mr. Mai and I don’t know where it went, sorry, Pan Qiao, you are a very heavy bird, Donna can stand here, stretch your hand Come out and keep you on your fingers.Do you want to get close to Mr. Lai?She moved her hand closer to me, and once again the crow backed away.Donna reached out and gave the crow a little push in the direction of the cage to take off. Liar, it cried to her: Go away, go away!It jumped back to the log and flew back to the cage. It is really mentally abnormal. She said: I want to communicate with it, but it has a temper and is not in a good mood.Mr. Lai, do you want to go back to the house and sit down? Mr. Mai often travels, doesn't he?Was Pan Qiao here when he was gone? Of course, all the causes that Mr. Mai cares about are in Colombia, and he can't bring a crow with him.Mr. Mai is very hands-on, so he often goes to Columbia.But I know he doesn't really like to go, he would rather be here with Pan Qiao, he also likes here.However, every time he goes out, Pan Qiao is always greeted by me. Your father died, and when I returned to the house, I asked: Is your mother alive? Yes. In this city? Yes. The simple answer let me know that she is very reserved about her mother, and most likely she will not provide information on her own initiative. Please excuse my rudeness, is she married again? No. Are you doing something?I asked: I know I ask too much She smiled and said: It's okay.Believe that you live off your news.I am a free man in the literary world. writer?I asked. Commercial art work.I draw sketches and sometimes I sell sketches too.Sometimes, according to the needs of clients, I paint for them. For example, a company wants a lady who leans on the railing of the ship, and I will show you her hair blown by the sea breeze. She opened a closet door, dragged out a large canvas folder, and opened one.A young girl was standing by the railing of the ship, the sea breeze was blowing her hair, her short white skirt, her long legs, she was so beautiful.A tight sweater, the place that should be emphasized is emphasized. I have no training in art, but this painting is very clear.I think it must be because the color of her dialogue is very appropriate, and because people watching can get a hint of its wind.The pictures are full of life, and you can see the girl's eyes looking expectantly across the ocean.Since the eyes are looking at a certain point above the horizon, there is a taste of looking forward to the future life, and she dares to face and accept challenges.The breeze blew the short skirt against her legs, giving people the feeling that she likes the breeze to caress her body, and she is a little detached from the world.Above the stockings and below the short skirt, only a little pink thighs are exposed, which is enough to appreciate. How about it?Her eyes are on my face. Very good.I told her: Like the real thing, not even real like this. She breathed a sigh of relief and said: This is a poster that a sea travel company asked me to draw.After I finished the painting, the big boss changed his main force of publicity again.He decided to use the moonlight night, the young girl is leaning on the railing, the moonlight is reflected under the boat, and a man in evening dress is leaning over to tell her something beside him, and the background is the dancing shirts and skirts in the cabin. I said: This one is better, if he doesn't like it, he is a big idiot. But, he's the boss, he changed his mind, that's all.The director of publicity was the one who came up with the idea of ​​this painting, and he said it was very good.The boss only glanced at it, and he decided to want the moonlight, and at night, the romance at sea should be highlighted.There is nothing to say, that's all. What are you going to do with this painting now?I asked. Oh, she said: I'll stay for a while.I might send it off for a calendar cover, and sometimes they bid on things like that. I said: In my opinion, this is the best painting I have ever seen in my life.You can see the reflection of sunlight from the sea in the girl's eyes, and you can also see her expectation of future life and hope.God, this painting is healthy and alive, and it inspires those who see it to work hard and create. so good?she asked. I nod. Then I will be happy.She said: This is exactly what I hoped for when I painted this painting.I didn't know that I had succeeded.You know, painting is like this, you put in the effort, because you think this way again and again, the more you look at it, the more you feel that there is such a taste in the painting.However, you don't know whether you have hypnotized yourself, or someone else will have this idea after seeing him. In this way, you have succeeded.What else do you draw? Oh, you may not be interested.This is the best of the bunch.In fact, some of them are pretty bad.I'd say there are a few good ones in there, but not necessarily. Can I have a look? You are really interested, I can't ask for more, I want to hear other people's criticism.You know, the artist wants to express something, he can't tell him what he wants to express, take this girl traveling as an example, I want to express her inner thoughts.It's not just looking at the sea, so I lift her eyes up, above the horizon, and look further away.Maybe you also see my expectations from this point. I nod.I said.Completely correct.do you travel a lot No.I must work.It’s okay to tell you, I often close the door to paint for a while, and when I run out of money, I go out and find an ordinary job. do what? Anything that makes me live a decent life.I save my money like a miser.Every little extra I save means a few more days of painting.I'm always waiting for the day when I come out, so I can devote myself to painting. You have to stop painting and go out to find money for living. Will it affect your painting mood? Of course, that is certain.But I don't think about it, it's useless to fight, life is like this, you must have money before you can live. In my opinion, you should be able to make a living by painting. One day, I can.Currently my work is unstable and flawed.Living off art is difficult.Famous, no matter how bad the work is, someone wants it, but not famous, selling portraits is a beggar.If you are famous, everyone thinks you are advanced and they can’t understand it. If you are not famous, everyone will criticize you in a mess. That's pathetic. There is nothing wrong with it. To be a human being, you must accept the facts. Many people have to fight to change the facts. I train myself never to fight with the facts. Want to show me the other paintings? Oh, sorry, didn't know you meant it. No, I really appreciate it.I'm working and you're helping me.Do you know Spanish? Oh sure, like I'm Spanish.When I was a kid, I used Spanish to play with my friends.My mom has a lot of Spanish-speaking friends.I grew up in an environment where English and Spanish were used at the same time. Did you notice the photo of the emerald pendant in the newspaper? Yes, I have read everything about Mr. Mai's death.Do you think he shot the killer? Hard to say.Have you seen that emerald pendant before? No. However, this piece of jewelry has been with Mr. Mai for at least a few months.Do you think he's going to give the pendant as a gift to someone? How would I know? Is he interested in jewelry? I do not think so.But he is a strange person, and many things are not easy for people to understand.He has many interests.When he gets along with people, he will take the interests of the other person as his interest.He never forced his interest on others. How is Mr. Xia? He is different.I don't know him well.My mother knew him better. You don't like him. I didn't say that. So do you like him or not? Do you have to ask? Just curious. He's a smart guy.I think he is not as good to his friends as Mr. Mai was to his friends. Of course, it means that Mr. Mai was so good to his friends when he was alive.Mr. Xia is self-centered, but he also has many friends. Have ulterior motives? She laughed and said: Every man is. I don't know. real. Where's Mr. Mai? Absolutely not. Right?Some men are not. Mr. Mai is different.Gentleman, think for others, never take advantage of others.Sometimes he pats people on the shoulder, but people like it.It's friendship, an act of encouragement.It's not about taking advantage. Does Mr. Mai like Luo Xiulan like Mr. Xia? I have no idea. Have any impressions? I don't know much about Xiulan. Do you know Xia Heli? I don't know too much.I haven't talked with him about Xiulan either.She is a child under his custody.I think he thinks he's close to her for that reason too.I found that the more we talked, the farther and farther we were from the topic.You are probably trained to ask questions and get the answers you want.I was not trained to hold my tongue.We still talk about our crows and pictures.Oh would you like some candy?I'm not good with the sweet ones and someone sent me a big box of them The doorknob was turned, and a woman entered without knocking. She is middle-aged, but without much fat.Her eyes are black, and her cheeks are slightly high and full of enthusiasm.The original olive color is slightly visible on the skin.She has a confident, contemptuous air all over her, which is quite incompatible with her short and upturned nose. Ah, mother is here. Mother looked at me. Mom, let me introduce Mr. Lai to you. I told her that I was very happy to see her, and she bowed slightly to me and said: Mr. Lai, hello.Her voice was low and magnetic, which should have been very pleasant to listen to, but because she had something on her mind, she spoke in a monotonous way, reducing the temptation. The black eyes flicked to the portfolio, and before Donna could close the portfolio, she saw the picture. Doing these stupid things again? Donna laughed and said: Yes, Mom, still working hard. Mrs. Ge gave her a disgusted look, and she couldn't get any money.You paint and paint and paint and what do you get?nothing. Donna laughed off the clichés that one day I will make it.Mom, sit down. Mrs. Ge sat down, looked at me suspiciously, and then at Donna.Her black eyeballs that I thought must have been romantic at one time are now predatory.She has the talent to see through everything at a glance.Where did this box of candy come from? by mail.I haven't opened it yet.It arrived after breakfast this morning. You should think more about getting married.she says.She lifted the lid of the box, looked inside, and turned to me. This time, she had more approval and less hostility in her eyes.Sounds are inviting.Mr. Lai, please have a candy. It's too early, no.Thanks. Mrs. Ge carefully chose one candy, bit it down, wanted to say something, changed her mind, ate the whole candy, reached for the second one, and said annoyedly: These policemen! Mom, what's the matter?Donna asked.Put the portfolio back in the closet and close the door. They're all stupid.Mrs. Ge said while eating the third candy.Donna, did you get my notice? Yes. you know i'm coming Yes. Mrs. Ge looked at me. I said: Sorry, I should go.I'd love to see you one more hotline next time if possible, you know. What newspaper do you belong to?Donna asked. I shook my head and said: I don't belong to any newspaper.I'm different from others, I'm just interested. Mrs. Ge asked: What are you interested in? crow.I said and smiled at her. Donna said: But I thought you were a journalist. no. reporter!The mother yelled, "Donna, how could you be so stupid as to talk poorly to a reporter?"God, you are so kind and naive.You go from east to west and chat with people, all kinds of people, don't you think you shouldn't be like this? But, Mom, he said, he's not a reporter. So what is he? I, Donna, said a word, but couldn't continue. She smiled at me awkwardly, and suddenly said: Mr. Lai, you will answer her question. I turned to Mrs. Ge.Yes, I'm interested in Mrs. Ge's face was dark.Donna, what happened to the box of candy? What's the matter, mother, what's the matter? The last one doesn't taste right There was a rapid convulsion in her face.Suddenly her black eyes filled with panic.You call me poisoned!she yelled. mom!What's the matter? She speaks quickly in Spanish.The daughter also spoke Spanish, but whatever she was saying, she was holding back.Then Mom said in English: So you are going to kill me now. Her arm moved quickly, and as the metal shone into my eyes, I rushed forward to grab her arm.She had pulled back the knife in her hand and was about to throw it out.I didn't grab her arm, but I grabbed her sleeve, and when the knife was about to fall out of my hand, I pulled her sleeve desperately.The sleeve was torn, and the throwing knife fell to the ground. Again, speaking rapidly in Spanish, trying to rush to the bathroom, she stumbled and slumped over to a chair, throwing up. I didn't hear the Foshan police officer walk in at all.All I know is that Donna and I were trying to help her into the bathroom when it suddenly felt like there was someone else helping us.I looked up and saw that it was the Foshan police officer. what happened?he ask me. She thought it was poisoned. Foshan looked at the box of candy on the table. sugar? Yes.I said. Do you have mustard at home?he asked Donna. have. Mix some mustard water.He said: Be gentle.Give her a drink, a lot of it.Where is your phone? I don't have a phone.The landlady gave me permission to use hers, in the front room. Foshan left at once, leaving Donna and me to take care of the sick.Donna mixed a lot of mustard water.The mother moaned, retched, in pain.It seemed like an hour before Donna got the mustard water ready and poured it into her mouth, and she was shaking and throwing up after following it. After a while, the vomiting passed, and I went back into the living room, leaving Donna with her mother.I started looking at the knife. The knife was in the living room, it was not the one that Mrs. Ge wanted to use as a throwing knife stuck in the ground.What Mrs. Ge was going to use to make a throwing knife just now was a rare dagger with a glass handle.Now stuck in the ground is a general-purpose knife with a wooden handle, and there are still traces of paint on the blade. I didn't touch it. Then Donna called me.Her mother got hysterical, yelling, yelling.I went back into the bathroom to help her. Gradually I heard sirens approaching, and I heard an ambulance honking.I saw the man in white robe, and I saw the Buddha police officer giving orders.The doctor in the white robe pushed me aside.After a great commotion, I found myself standing in the courtyard, two radio police officers and the Foshan police officer were interrogating me endlessly. what happened?he asks. I said: I am interested in that crow. Why? Just interested, nothing else. Who is that woman? her mother. Did you see her eating candy? I tap. How many pills did you eat? Three or four. How long has she been sick after eating sugar? Almost immediately. Like cyanide.Foshan said: Lai, don't run away.I'll talk to you later.Brothers go, go and see the candy. The police all entered the room.Two people carried the stretcher and carried Mrs. Ge.They loaded her into the ambulance and I heard the ambulance whine away. A woman in the front room was watching us.Her curiosity made her seem furtive.Every time she saw me looking at her, she immediately turned her face away from the window, as if she was busy with some housework.After a while, her face appeared in another window, looking this way. I went to the back of the hut and moved towards the woodshed. No one is stopping me. Pan Qiao was not in its cage. I climbed over dusty log sections.I stood on tiptoe on a worn-out suitcase and started groping into the cage. There is a partition in the back half of the birdcage.There, the birds formed a small circle with dry leaves and twigs and made a nest.I managed to get my hands into the spaced-off space, and groped my way inside.Something hard and slippery touched the tip of my finger.I managed to pinch the thing out with my index and middle fingers like scissors. Even in the dim light of the woodshed, the dark blue glare reflected into my eyes, a little psychedelic and hypnotic. I put it in my pocket and put my hand in the cage.I didn't find anything else.When I was about to give up, I suddenly touched a pile of pebble-like things in a corner inside, and I took it out. They were four big emeralds, as green and crystal clear as the ones I had seen before, as good as them. I checked again to make sure there were no gems left.I leave the wood house. I dangled around for five to ten minutes, and Officer Fo came out.He walked towards me and said: Lai, what's the matter with the candy? she ate. I know I know.Where did that girl get it from? I said: God, I'm new here too. Of course the goddamn candy couldn't have popped out of the ground. Probably not. Did anyone invite you over for a piece? have. who? that mother. But that box of candy was there when you came in, wasn't it? I did not notice.I have other things on my mind.She thinks I'm a reporter.Of course, it is impossible for a girl to treat every journalist who comes to bother her with candy. But she asked her mother to eat it, you remember, don't you? No, can't remember.I think mom just walked in and brought it herself to eat. Lai, you know, her mother didn't bring candy to her house.The sugar was originally at the daughter's house.She was the one who invited Mom to try some. I said: I still think mum did it herself, I'm sure her mum didn't bring the sugar, but I won't be sworn to that.I didn't pay attention to what the mother was doing.When she came in, I was trying to get some news out.It was she who changed everything, she asked me to go out and I was thinking of leaving. What news are you making? Oh, look for a little bit in the east, look for a little bit in the west, neither is specific. Who are you working for. Right now, it's all for myself. what does that mean? As I said mean. Xia Heli said that he hired your detective agency to collect more information for him.He seemed a little nervous. He made an offer for us. Are you working for him? No. Baisha also thinks you are working for him. Betha may be working for him, but I am not. So what are you running around for? Gather a little general information. Foshan said: here we come again.I don't like going around in circles. I try to be as straightforward as possible. That girl, what do you think of her? On time, there's Klaas. God, I'm not blind, maybe lost a little weight.But the curve doesn't affect at all.But you also know that this is not my question for you.I want you to say, what do you think of her? OK.I said. He deliberately looked at me carefully, looking at me left and right.So he said: Yes.You think she's OK.You kid is so annoying, I can't talk to you, I'm so tired, you can go.Do not tell about poisoning. I must report to my partner. I mean journalists.Tell Baisha not to talk nonsense. Why.What's the secret? Maybe.What happened to this knife stuck in the ground? Someone left it. who? that mother. That's not what the daughter said. I think it was left behind by my mother. How could she drop the knife? She suddenly felt uncomfortable. What the hell was she doing with the knife at that time? I don't know, I didn't ask her.Things were pretty chaotic. Foshan continued to stare at me, really made you so confused? I'm not really confused, I'm just not paying attention so I can't see everything.I was about to leave when it happened.Maybe she was going to open the candy box with a knife. How did it happen? Her mother was not feeling well, and she was really not feeling well. Did you say that you were poisoned? Now I think of what she said to her daughter not to have this candy, it tastes bad, or she once said that she was poisoned, anyway, it seems to have been mentioned, but it is not certain. You don't know where the knife came from? I remember I saw a knife and I said: and then the woman was sick, so I went to help her, and then anyway you know, she became very sick, and The daughter said that the knife was always on the table.Did you see it? There is this possibility. The daughter said that she often used it to scrape off the paint on the painting, so it was placed on the table. This is her home and she will know better. You're saying the knife could have been on the table. Officer, if you look at it this way, I have come for my own purpose.There are a lot of Laoshizi's things on the table.The knife may be pressed under the magazine, or it may be visible at a glance.Sugar may also be on the table.The sugar may also have been brought to her by her mother.I have no idea.To be honest, even the knife might have been brought in by that mother. no.The daughter has admitted that the knife was always on the table.It's her knife. I said: Look, this is not the end. Foshan got angry: where the fuck did I end up? Don't you know the knot yet? Foshan doesn't like my questions.He said: In a few hours, I will know a lot about that box of candy.Then maybe I'll have to talk to you again. Anytime, anytime.I told him.I stood up, passed the side of the house of the landlord in front of me, and got into the company car parked on the side of the road.