I! Cleaner!

So...did I get deceived by him?

After listening to the old investigator's summary, the young female investigator couldn't help but froze in place. It took a long time before she came back to her senses. Then she took out the questionnaire with an angry look on her face and tore what she had written into pieces. !

"Don't worry."

A palm with dark yellow flesh and flabby flesh and full of age spots moved slightly, and the shredded paper miraculously flew back and was reassembled into a complete questionnaire, and the seams were as smooth as before, invisible There is no trace of being torn apart.

Taking the questionnaire from the female investigator's hand, the old investigator bent his smiling moon eyes and joked with a smile:

"Aisha, weren't you still very optimistic about him before? What? Now you are ready to rewrite a questionnaire?"

"I... thank you for your teaching!"

The somewhat ugly-looking female investigator took a deep breath, and then bowed respectfully to the old investigator.

"I thought too lightly this time. If you hadn't reminded me, I might have been hidden from him. I'm still too immature now and I still have a lot to learn from you."

"Haha, these can't be learned."

The old investigator shook his head and smiled kindly with crooked eyebrows.

"Strictly speaking, all the judgments I just made have no evidence. They are all just empty guesses. The way I judged him to have problems was not based on practical logic, but something more subconscious. a feeling of.

If we want to do a good job in the investigation department, we must be like the tellers at the bank counter, constantly contacting more "real money". If a person has touched real money for a lifetime, he will not be surprised when he encounters fake money. If he really needs to discover something, he will instinctively feel that the money in his hand is different from the real thing.

The same applies to our investigation work. This subconscious sense of disharmony cannot be learned at all. Only after contacting enough people can we slowly master it through accumulation. "

"I remember it, Senior Camus!"

"Haha, just remember. Just leave this questionnaire here with me. After I finish writing the survey results later, I will attach it to the back of my questionnaire and hand it in together."

? ? ?

Hearing that he was actually planning to hand in his own questionnaire, the female investigator couldn't help but said anxiously:

"But I made a mistake in my investigation. How can I submit it?"

"There are indeed mistakes, but the fact that you, a senior investigator, can make mistakes is itself an excellent piece of evidence."

The old investigator smiled when he heard this, waved to the steam carriage on the roadside, and explained:

“As you just said, not everything can be reflected in the data.

My investigation is a kind of 'problematic' intuition generated after contacting this person. There is no evidence to speak of. However, your investigation is completely based on logic. Every judgment is supported by evidence and is credible. Actually higher than my survey.

Only by handing in your error investigation and comparing it one by one with my investigation results can the person responsible for the review take it seriously and figure out what is wrong with this newcomer in the virgin branch... Aisha, you won't blame me. Will it make you lose face? "

"That's not true...after all, I made a mistake in the first place, and you should report it to me."

"Haha, just don't blame me... Well... then, now that the investigation is over and the opinions are basically the same, let's walk here together. Your car just happened to be here too."

Um? my car?

The female investigator was slightly startled when she heard this, and then said with some surprise:

"Aren't you going to go back to the headquarters with me?"

"I won't go back now."

After putting her on a two-seater luxury steam carriage, the old investigator said goodbye with a smile:

"I have an old friend here who I rarely see. Before I went on this mission, I made an appointment with him to meet up here and prepare to get together with him. I won't go back with you this time."

"Okay, then please be safe."

"the same as you."

After waving the female investigator away, the old investigator did not wait for his so-called old friend after the carriage she was riding in went away. Instead, he waved again and summoned another vacant steam carriage.

After looking at the old investigator's clothes, he found that the tailoring was quite fine. He thought he might be a big customer. The coachman couldn't help but smile. After the old investigator got on the carriage, he proactively asked with a diligent look:

"Guest, where are you going?"

"Not sure, just go ahead and take a walk first!"

"Okay...ok..."

Hearing the sound that was as cold as ice in his ears, the coachman couldn't help but shiver violently, and then he couldn't help but steal a glance at the guests getting on the car in the rearview mirror.

The eyes are thin and long, the eyebrows and the corners of the mouth are slightly tilted downwards. Even when he does not make any expression, he looks like he is about to cry.

This old man looks really depressed... Forget it, it doesn't matter, as long as he has money to pay the fare~

…

"Director, that old investigator is quite nice."

After describing the inquiry process just now and the two questionnaires he saw with the help of Youha, Leon said curiously:

"He rarely asked any difficult questions, and he even harbored no ill will towards me or you in his soul. Why do you have to remind me to be careful about him?"

"If I have to say the reason... it should be an intuition."

The red-haired director rubbed his brows when he heard this, blinked his fox eyes and said with a puzzled face:

"I can't really describe this feeling, but it's like a bottle of second-brand Margaux wine was secretly mixed into a box of twelve bottles of Chateau Margaux red wine.

Even if the taste is actually the same, and even the location of the wine grapes is separated by a river, but after you drink too much, you will still instinctively feel that there is something wrong with the acidity and the alcohol smell will be stronger.

And he is just like this bottle of mixed wine, no matter how you sip it, the taste is not right, especially when he heard your call for help and came over to wake me up, at that moment, I almost instinctively felt that I must not let this person get too close to me."

After telling his feelings, the red-haired director asked unwillingly:

"Leon, after you looked at his soul, did you really not find anything abnormal?"

"Really not, his soul is normal."

"Is that so..."

The red-haired director frowned and said:

"Soul Soul is the most essential thing of a person, there should be no means to fake it. Maybe there is something in him that can threaten me, so I instinctively resist his approach...

Well...but you still have to be careful. There is a subtle sense of disharmony in this person. It is best not to have any contact with him. "

"Okay, I remember it."

Nodding slightly, after seriously keeping the red-haired director's advice in mind, Leon said:

"Director, tomorrow is the inheritance ceremony, but I still have some official business to finish. If you don't have anything to do here, I will go back to the office first."

"Go back, go back, and don't ask me to do it again in the future. It sounds tiring... Oh, right."

When he said this, the red-haired director seemed to remember something, lowered his head and rummaged in the drawer, took out a photo tied with hair and handed it over.

"Here, your stuff."