Death Inquisitor

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"Who are you?" Ye Chen leaned against the door. The person in front of him had a slicked back hair and a well-fitting suit. He looked familiar and yet unfamiliar.

"I'm Bombay, boss, long time no see." Bombay bowed humbly to Ye Chen. Ye Chen was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and joked: "Sure enough, Buddha relies on gold and people rely on clothes."

Bombay also laughed: "It was the boss who gave me the opportunity."

Ye Chen waved his hand and stepped aside to let him enter the room: "Don't tell me these lies. Liang Yin was like that at that time, thanks to your help." Gold will shine wherever it is. Bombay is a capable person, Ye Chen was just a poor player at best, saving Mumbai from some hardships and leading to victory early.

Bombay put on his slippers and followed Ye Chen to sit on the sofa with some restraint. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed it to Ye Chen and said: "Boss, this is the performance of the jewelry store in the past two months. "

Ye Chen clapped his head and said regretfully: "I forgot about it." He originally gave Bombay a month to do some good work in the jewelry store or to accumulate contacts. His original intention was to train Bombay, but later What happened was beyond his expectation and made him stay in Mumbai for more than a month.

"How's it going?" Ye Chen glanced at the documents casually. Rather than reading documents, he preferred to report to him by his employees themselves.

Bombay nodded and said: "In the past two months, I have adjusted the jewelry store's business model and purchased a batch of jewelry. These solutions have promoted the store's sales. Now the jewelry store's reputation is getting better and better. The higher the number, the more regular customers recommend new customers to buy jewelry in the store every day.”

Ye Chen praised: "You did a great job. Now you are still the manager of the jewelry store?"

Bombay nodded. Ye Chen had a calm expression on his face but was a little disappointed in his heart. Then he saw Bombay shaking his head. Ye Chen raised the corners of his mouth and scolded him gently: "Stop the ink, tell me."

Bombay said: "I am now the general manager of your jewelry branch and the store manager of your jewelry store."

Ye Chen's eyes lit up. He looked at Bombay with approval and asked, "How did you do that?"

"I went to the manager and reported to her the task you gave me before." Bombay touched his head and replied. Ye Chen put away the aura of the superior, and was as kind as a big brother next door. He Applauded.

"You really didn't disappoint me." Ye Chen said. He has made it clear to Bombay from the beginning that the jewelry store is only his starting point, not his stage or his end. This time he left midway and paralyzed the plan. If Bombay does not know how to adapt and just waits for his return, it means that Mumbai is not A person with flexible thinking is difficult to be entrusted with important tasks in the shopping mall.

Bombay accepted Ye Chen's compliment with a smile, but the smile was not deep. It was like a mask hanging on his face. Ye Chen glanced at him and picked up the phone. He swiped the phone screen and said, "I Remember today is Sunday, right?"

Bombay paused, as if he didn't understand why Ye Chen asked such a question. He soon came back to his senses and nodded to Ye Chen.

"Is it difficult to come to my house during the holidays?" Ye Chen, an employee who works hard, has not seen it before, but this is the first time he has seen the employee Ye Chen who specially came to his boss's house to report on Sunday. Bombay's level of professionalism and his occasional distraction after entering made Ye Chen more inclined to lead an idea in his mind.

Bombay licked his dry lips and said, "I do have something to ask the boss for."

Sure enough, he was in trouble. Ye Chen looked at Bombay and motioned for him to continue speaking.

"Do you still remember the old couple named Lin that you helped a few days ago?" Bombay asked.

Ye Chen: "How did you know about this?"

The modern Internet is so developed that it seems that everything can be traced on the Internet. The same happened with Ye Chen. The murder of the Chinese students in Neon Country attracted a lot of attention. Ye Chen helped the old couple named Lin. It was also known to netizens early on. Bombay will know about this and he saw it on Weibo.

"So that's it." Ye Chen nodded. He didn't rely on the Internet and rarely surfed the Internet. He didn't pay as much attention to these things as before.

Ye Chen continued to ask: "I did help them, but what does this have to do with you coming to me?"

Bombay took out his wallet and pulled out a yellowed old photo. He sat next to Ye Chen and showed Ye Chen the photo. In the old photo, there are two men, both wearing military uniforms, having fun with each other and facing the camera.

"They look a bit familiar." Ye Chen thought for a while, "The one on the left looks a bit like Mr. Cui, and the one on the right has eyes similar to the old man I helped."

Bombay nodded and said, "This is Old Man Cui and Uncle Lin." As he spoke, his voice was a little low.

During the explanation in Bombay, Ye Chen learned that Old Man Cui and Old Man Cui were soldiers from the same battalion when they were young. The two were old friends for many years. However, because Old Man Cui moved to another city, the two sides have not been together for more than ten years. The relationship faded away, and Old Man Cui also saw the news this time. Just yesterday, he took the high-speed train to the city where Old Man Cui was to visit his old friends.

"Mr. Cui is interested." Ye Chen sighed and said.

Bombay's face was a little gloomy, and there was a dejected light in his eyes: "But, since he got in the car yesterday, I can't contact Old Man Cui."

"Do you suspect that something happened to Mr. Cui?" Bombay's words were confused, but the worry behind his words could not be hidden. Ye Chen suddenly

I finally understood why he came to find me. The police station can only file a case within 48 hours, and Bombay is worried that Old Man Cui will not be able to wait until that time. He wants to find Old Man Cui through himself, so he came to the door on the pretext of reporting work.

After getting Bombay's affirmative answer, Ye Chen stood up and walked around the living room, thinking.

Bombay looked at Ye Chen quietly. Ye Chen was not related to him, but he was also his boss who was kind to him. He knew that his request was difficult, but he really had no choice. It was too difficult to find someone in the vast sea of ​​people, especially since Old Man Cui was going to a completely unfamiliar place in Mumbai.

Suddenly, Ye Chen snapped his fingers, dialed a phone and said, "Ask that guy to come to me."

Bombay looked at Ye Chen blankly. Ye Chen settled into the sofa comfortably, raised his legs and said to Bombay, "Just wait."...

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