Chapter 031: University of Michigan Investigation Team
Syd actually didn't want to work with this detective.
When Rong Le was talking to the boss, he was not far away and could hear their conversation clearly. When he heard that Rong Le was going to work in the pub, Said almost used his whole body to resist this happening.
Boss, wake up!
He's a detective, someone who can easily muddy up Polant and get away with it!
Working with such people, Said couldn't imagine what his life would be like.
But these were just cries from the depths of his heart. Seeing the two of them chatting happily and Rong Le coming over to greet him with satisfaction, Said felt that the tavern might be finished.
The boss...actually agreed!
Rong Le turned her head and asked softly, "Said, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah?" Said came back to his senses and lowered his head to continue polishing the goblet. "Nothing... I just didn't expect to become colleagues with Mr. Detective. The boss pays so much attention to you. Although you are an employee, these are not what you are supposed to do, right?"
At this time, they were wiping the wine glasses one by one, which is also the job of the waiters.
The high-heeled glass, which had been wiped repeatedly with a soft white cloth, reflected a clear luster under the light. He put the glass away and picked up the next one.
"You think too much of me." Rong Le smiled and curved his eyes. His appearance was very handsome. "And you don't need to use honorifics. We are colleagues. Since you guess so, how about guessing why I stay here?"
Said looked up and thought for a moment: "...Polant is going to be destroyed?"
He lowered his head and saw the green-eyed young man staring at him blankly. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is my guess too outrageous?"
Rong Le found it amusing. He smiled and said, "No, I should say that you are worthy of being an employee under the boss."
Before Sai De could figure out who he was praising, Rong Le asked:
"Do you know how many days until Christmas Eve?"
This topic change caught Said off guard. After thinking for a moment, he said, "About ten days."
He smiled as he spoke, his tone full of longing: "On Christmas Eve, Portland will definitely be very lively."
Said is a native of Portland and knows the town well.
Although interpersonal interactions in the small town are relatively indifferent, on every festival day, the town will be decorated with lights and colors, people will stroll in the commercial street, children will run around, and many small stalls will appear, making the night very lively.
Rong Le listened quietly, and unusually did not speak.
In the live broadcast room, the comments that were originally licking the face and taking screenshots were also touched:
“Coming back from Rongrong’s limited edition skin, I found this scene a bit sad.”
"Only Rongrong knows what's going to happen. He wants to protect this place, including this big boy who has hope in his eyes when he speaks."
"Even though everyone in Portland is considered a villain, it's not really that exaggerated. It's just that there are too many bosses here. Young people like Said are actually a microcosm of the little people in this town. This town is full of filth, but it also contains some beauty."
…
Rong Le was very patient. After working in the pub for a few days, Said gradually let down his guard and would talk to him whenever he had nothing to do.
Soon, the boss called him over.
“My staff does more than just clean.”
The boss sat in the old place, and said in a subtle tone, "Go to this place and visit my old friend for me."
Finally I gave him the address.
Rong Le knew that this was equivalent to giving him information. He took the address, read what was written on it, and raised his eyebrows: "This place is very close to Harry's house."
Boss: "I just like making friends with these wealthy and free gentlemen, isn't that okay?"
"These few days are considered as a holiday for you, now go and do what you should do."
Rong Le laughed softly, and her originally depressed mood seemed to have improved.
The boss's brows jumped and his eyes narrowed: "What else do you want?"
The implication is that if you have nothing to do, get out of here quickly.
Rong Le raised the letter in her hand and blinked briskly:
"It's okay, I'll make sure to complete the mission."
-
When Rong Le saw Aoun, he finally understood what kind of information his boss had given him.
The elegant gentleman was wearing a yellow-brown suit, a sophisticated hat and a cane. His face was a little pale, but it couldn't hide his handsome appearance. He politely invited Rong Le in, and then put the letter that his boss asked him to pass on next to the desk.
"Hello again, Mr. Detective."
He sat behind the desk with a faint smile on his face: "I thought I would never see you again, but I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way."
Rong Le nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Your guidance at that time was really a great help."
Orne seemed no different from when they first met. He casually invited Rong Le to sit down, and even humorously said that Harry often mentioned him to him, which eased the somewhat unfamiliar and awkward mood.
After a few brief exchanges, the topic naturally got to the point.
Ornn: "I understand your intentions, but I still want to confirm whether you really intend to continue down this path."
Rong Le thought about it and replied, "Yes."
"Your arrival has brought a lot of vitality to Portland. This town has been quiet for a long time, so long that I thought everything might just stay like this until the end."
Ornn said calmly, "But this road is far more difficult than we imagined, and there's no room for failure. Sometimes all we can do is wait it out."
"That's too pessimistic, isn't it?" Rong Le said, "Because I've seen so much, I understand that sometimes being unable to do anything is the most terrifying thing."
Ornn: "Is that so... Since you're a detective by profession, why don't you take my commission? The commission fee is included in the commission. I'm sure you'll like it."
Rong Le joked, "Come to think of it, since I came to Portland, I haven't received any commissions requiring cash payments. Could this be a custom in this town?"
"Who knows?" Ornn's smile remained unchanged as he asked, "So, are you going to reject this commission?"
"Of course not." Rong Le changed his tone, "Please leave it to me. I will complete this commission beautifully."
"Please wait a moment." He pulled out a piece of paper from the desk and started writing. He folded it and handed it to Rong Le: "This is it. I hope it can help you."
"Then I won't stay any longer, Mr. Detective. You have more important things to do."
As Orn spoke, he stood up and Rong Le tactfully excused himself. After they walked out of Orn's manor, he stood by the street and looked back at the building.
He looked at the paper in his hand and then at the manor.
The manor was as deserted as ever, no different from Harry's manor. There were even fewer servants inside. He didn't even see another person along the way.
Harry's family at least has a butler and some servants, but Orn is even more mysterious.
Does this manor also have some unknown secrets?
Rong Le collected her thoughts, turned around and prepared to go back. For some reason, she suddenly turned her head and glanced towards the window. It seemed as if she was staring into something behind the window.
When he blinked again, the window was empty, as if everything was just an illusion.
Rong Le's eyes were deep and calm. He stared at the manor quietly for a moment, then turned and left.
…
In the manor, Aoun watched Rong Le's back as she left, then left the window and returned to the desk to sit down.
Apart from a few thick books, there was only the letter that Rong Le had just sent on the desk. He slowly opened the letter and took out the letter inside.
There was only a piece of white paper inside.
Ornn chuckled softly, his laughter growing deeper and deeper. Looking from behind the high back of his chair, it seemed as if countless darkness and tentacles were gradually spreading outwards with him as the center.
-
Harry was awakened by a bang on the door.
He turned over and sat up with a dark face. The knocking sound was still echoing arrogantly downstairs, with no sign of stopping. He couldn't bear it any longer and got out of bed and opened the door, just in time to see the hurried figure of the housekeeper.
He called the housekeeper: "Wait, who is knocking on the door outside?!"
Butler: "It's Mr. Detective."
Harry was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses. He grabbed the loose collar of his nightgown and immediately turned back: "Let him come in and sit down first, I'll be down right away!"
Harry slammed the door shut, and the butler followed his instructions, inviting the young man in and serving him some brewed tea.
Rong Le took it and sniffed it, squinting his eyes in enjoyment.
Harry changed his clothes and came downstairs. He said unhappily, "Why are you knocking on the door so early in the morning? Don't you have anyone to play with?"
"It will be noon in two hours, Mr. Harry."
Harry raised an eyebrow and sat down across from him reservedly: "So what? I don't need to go out. I can sleep as late as I want."
"Unless... you want to ask me out?"
"Forget it then." Rong Le politely declined, "I'm busy lately, it's not too late to talk about it next time."
Harry choked at his refusal and snorted, "Then what's the point of looking for me? I'm no longer useful to you, am I? Is it worth your while to come and see me?"
He couldn't help but think of the scene where Rong Le turned around and smiled at him under his window.
Harry felt a surge of jealousy in his heart. The young man in front of him was a rare beauty that touched his heart in all aspects, but unfortunately, this young man was cold and ruthless and could abandon him at any time for the sake of profit.
What's even more tragic is that as long as the young man gets a little closer, he can't help but feel a little happy.
Harry looked away with difficulty, forcing himself not to look at him: "If you have something to say, just tell me quickly. My patience has its limits."
Rong Le sighed regretfully: "Well, Mr. Harry is really indifferent."
"I do have something I want to ask you."
"I received a commission from Ornn. To be honest, this commission makes me a little distressed."
Rong Le crossed her arms, a hint of distress naturally appearing on her face. "You and Aoun are both members of the society. I wanted to come to you. I hope you are willing to do me a small favor."
"After all, Ornn also said that you often talked about me with him."
Harry's expression turned a little subtle.
Rong Le frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
Harry's expression was strange: "...That gentleman said I always mentioned you to him?"
"That's exactly what I said."
"But," Harry's voice was a little dry, and the expression on his face was indescribably complicated, "I haven't told my companions about you."
"I don't know anyone named Orne either."
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