Owl Detective
The other invited detectives were shocked when they learned that Detective William, who had started the hype, was actually going to bring an owl to the party.
No, how can they survive if you bring an owl with you?
Don't kick someone's job like this! !
There are many private detectives in this city.
Except for a very small number of star detectives with impressive resumes who are favored by the aristocracy and the rich, most ordinary detectives can only take simple commissions on weekdays. Most of them are private commissions such as investigating extramarital affairs. The remuneration is not high, and they cannot be publicized as achievements. They can be replaced by any ordinary person who is good at tracking and observation.
Competition is fierce and there is little room for advancement, so many detectives are forced to work part-time.
And just recently, the Owl Detective from the East District opened the door to a new world for them.
Although they only solved two or three cases, the mysterious image of the owl made the duo's fame rise steadily. They were just an unknown rookie detective half a month ago, but half a month later they became the most special mysterious detective duo.
Other detectives in the city: Got it!
This is just to attract attention!
It doesn't matter that William has taken the owl that best fits the detective image.
The white rabbit represents blessing and good luck. It’s not too much to create an image of a lucky detective who has everything going his way, right?
The lion is the symbol of the country, so is it not excessive to create an image of an upright, brave and glorious detective?
The robin symbolizes love, so is it not too much to create an image of a caring detective who guards marriages?
Different animals even highlight the detective's different commission preferences, which is a great way to hype up the game!
As expected, the public had just seen the Owl Detectives at their most novel time, and they easily accepted the detectives' new personalities. As they wished, they gained rare popularity and attention, and even received invitations from nobles.
Originally, they were still happy about these achievements, but they didn't expect William to roll up without saying a word.
You really bring an owl...
Traitor! Traitor to the detective!
But the detectives were reluctant to give up this invitation. After all, the winner could get a generous bonus, and the newspapers invited in advance would also provide them with various reputation blessings, so even if they were dissatisfied with William's involutionary behavior, they still gritted their teeth and went for it.
William knew nothing about this.
When he arrived at the appointed time, he was stunned by the scene outside the villa.
“Chichi!”
"Chiu——"
“Ouch.”
All I saw were young people full of vigor and vitality, wearing all kinds of coats and cloaks, trying to communicate calmly and calmly, raising their voices from time to time, trying to outdo others.
But perhaps what attracted more attention were the various animals around them—the little white rabbit in this person's arms was kicking its legs backwards, the bird cage in that person's hand was clanging, and there was even someone holding a red unidentified creature...
"It's a lion." David, codenamed Lion Detective, explained with a paralyzed face. He felt less guilty the more he said. "The divine beasts always change their forms when they come to the world. This is a kindness to humans."
"These sideburns and ears are exactly like a miniature lion."
The red unknown creature in his arms: “Meow——!!”
Seeing the little guy in his arms wanting to lick his fur, David quickly held its mouth and whispered, "Don't lick it. It took a lot of effort to dye it. I can't afford to buy more red fruits."
The cat looked at him coldly, then suddenly turned around and bit him.
David felt pain: "Ah!!"
Others avoided his gaze and took a few steps away from him.
Fortunately, they didn’t choose such exaggerated animals.
But everyone is the same and there is nothing funny.
...It's all the fault of that owl detective!!
When they knew that William, the culprit, had finally arrived, they all looked at him with some resentment.
At first glance, they saw the owl with its eyes closed resting on William's shoulder.
Compared to their miserable appearances of being tied up or caged, the owl actually stood obediently on the human's shoulder, not seeming to be disturbed at all, which made them look even more miserable.
The detectives were furious as they watched the newspaper editors around them exclaim in surprise and then write furiously.
Damn, they were used as a control group.
Is this guy trying to step on them to get to the top? Scheming!
"Oh! Welcome! Isn't this the much-loved and popular Owl Detective?"
Someone lost his patience and took a few steps forward, seemingly to welcome William, but in fact, he was somewhat provocative, and deliberately raised the volume in an attempt to scare away the owl and embarrass William.
"I am……"
"ha--"
But just as he said that, the owl on the young man's shoulder raised half an eye and looked at him, slightly opening its mouth and breathing threateningly with an expressionless face.
Like the hissing of a snake.
The man was silent, a little timid.
But he changed his mind and thought that since William dared to bring the owl without a rope, it proved that the bird must be well-tamed. How could it hurt people?
“Snap! Snap!”
He comforted himself in this way and took another step. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and a brown shadow swooped down at him. Its strong and powerful wings flew left and right and hit him on both sides of the face with such force that his head made a buzzing sound.
Before he could even react, the eagle owl had already leisurely returned to William's shoulder, as naturally as if nothing had happened.
“…You, you.”
"Just wait for me!"
The man was both ashamed and angry, but he was more afraid. He said something harsh and turned away.
Seeing this, the other detectives who originally wanted to meet William immediately gave up the idea and focused only on the next competition.
Narration:
"On this day, a detective team that had already gained a certain reputation received an invitation. A nobleman held an event to hold a detective competition and select the best detective."
"The detective wasn't interested, but he agreed to it anyway."
"Most of the detectives invited here were guys who had heard of his previous cases and were just trying to imitate him to gain popularity. They had a natural hostility towards him and the detectives."
"So when the event started, a private investigator was jealous of his fame and came forward to provoke him."
"If he was a well-educated and polite gentleman, he might have argued with him openly and secretly, but he is not like that. He has no manners and doesn't care about the eyes of the world. He just slapped him twice to silence him."
The audience laughed their asses off.
[Hahahaha physical silence hahahaha!! ]
[I can’t stand it anymore, there is no detective like this! But it does give me an inexplicable sense of pleasure! Just do whatever you want!]
[Owls can actually breathe out. Don’t tell me, it’s quite scary, with its sharp claws and beak.]
[After all, it is a bird of prey. No matter how cute its face is, it is still a bird of prey! ]
[I am dying of laughter. What kind of detectives are these? Why are they all holding animals in strange shapes? Is this what you call imitation? I am shocked! ]
[I guess they haven’t understood the peculiarity of Owl Detective yet, but I believe they will understand it after this incident is over ()]
"……ah."
William blinked, realizing what had happened.
But it was impossible for him to blame Owl. After all, the man who had just come had bad intentions, and Mr. Owl always had a changeable temper, so it was normal for such a result to happen.
So even if William was isolated by the detectives next, he didn't care.
After a while, the last detective arrived.
This is a young man who can be described as handsome, with an upright figure, wearing a dark brown cloak, and looking somewhat lively.
For some reason, William always felt that he looked familiar.
The young man called himself the Fox Detective, but he did not bring a fox with him.
"Well, unlike you low-level animal detectives, I have merged with my fox soul." The young man blinked and pointed at his red curly hair, talking nonsense seriously, "So, that's why I have hair and eyes like this."
"What?"
"This excuse..."
"You are not qualified at all!"
Facing the doubts of other detectives, the young man smiled and retorted: "Didn't the invitation letter tell you whether you are qualified or not? I'm curious, why do you think you need to bring animals with you to be confident? It seems that you have no ability and can only rely on animals."
These words affected the entire audience, and after he was said, he was also isolated.
The fox detective looked around and found William, who was also isolated from the crowd. He took the initiative to approach William and introduced himself to him, saying that his name was Jon.
"Foxes move at night." Jon blinked and smiled subtly, "Just like owls, it depends on which of us can win."
William didn't really care about winning or losing, but in the face of other people's friendliness, he still politely said his name and responded to the young man's words that sounded like a challenge.
The two walked into the villa side by side, and William vaguely smelled a faint scent of perfume.
Seems somewhat familiar.
A scene flashed through his mind, but he ignored it and went into the house with Jon.
Narrator:
"Before the event started, the last detective arrived late."
"The eccentric fox detective was so annoying that only the police detective could have a conversation with him."
"There seems to be something strange about the other party, and he has many secrets."
"The detective was aware of this but didn't take it seriously, but the detective who can see through everything has already discovered it."
Coo coo.
While the two were greeting each other, the owl suddenly turned its head and stared at Jon with eyes as if it was staring at some strange creature, which made him feel a little creepy.
"Hmm? Excuse me?"
Something seemed to flash across the young man's green eyes, and he joked, "Mr. Owl, have you discovered anything just after entering the house? You are indeed the wise bird that can see through all the fogs as praised in the newspapers."
The pair of golden eyes remained unmoved, still sizing him up intently. Just when he was really getting nervous, the owl turned its head and closed its eyes.
Huh? What kind of reaction is that?
This state of being neither up nor down is really tormenting...
Jon frowned, but before he could say anything, it was time to take a seat.
The detectives sat on both sides of the long table in the hall, while the person who invited them slowly sat in the main seat with the help of servants.
The woman named Mary spoke slowly, starting with a brief greeting and flattery, and then went straight to the point, telling the detectives that there was a treasure hidden by her father in the villa and hoped that the detectives would help find it.
The old man's voice was very gentle:
"Originally, I wanted to ask the servants to look for it myself."
"But Jones had just read a lot of reports in the newspaper and was very interested in detectives. His words aroused my curiosity, so I wanted to see the detectives' abilities with my own eyes."
"Please do your best to search for it."
As Lady Mary explained, William looked at her, lost in thought.
Through a simple background check, we know that Ms. Mary lost her husband and son in middle age, inherited more than half of the property, and adopted a Ponzi child a few years ago and loved him very much.
Some subtleties, but nothing too drastic to pick out in the background.
Why is Mr. Detective interested in this?
William turned around to check on the owl, but unexpectedly found that the bird on his shoulder kept turning its head and staring at the two people sitting there with a clear purpose.
One is Jon opposite, and the other is Mary on the main seat.
Um?
William felt a little doubtful.
Why did Mr. Detective want to see these two? Is there anything special about them?
Wondering, William couldn't help but look at the two of them, trying to find any special commonalities between them.
Jon: ...
Mary: …
"Ahem." The old lady on the main seat suddenly patted her chest and stretched out her hand to the young man beside her, motioning him to take her upstairs. "Jones, take me back to the room first, and then you can lead the detectives to tour this place."
As she spoke, a relieved smile appeared on her face: "After all, this is your place in the future."
Hearing this, the young man named Jones did not show any surprise, but frowned, and while supporting the old woman, he spoke slowly: "I just hope that grandma can live a long and healthy life. I will just be your housekeeper."
The wrinkles on Mary's face deepened a little, and she went upstairs with a smile.
Soon, Jones came down.
In front of the detective, he behaved like the stereotypical aristocratic butler, speaking little but concisely, and showing everyone the uses of each room and venue in a very short time.
"That's about it. Your room key is on the table in the lobby, on the first floor." Jones said in a calm tone, "This place is quite remote. It will take half a day for the nearest police station to arrive. The event will last for three days. Someone will come to pick you up after three days."
This reaction doesn't show any interest in detectives...
Someone is mumbling.
William was worried that three days was too long and that something unexpected might happen in the East District.
While talking, everyone stopped in the corridor. The owl on William's shoulder suddenly opened its eyes, tilted its head and looked at the picture frame that occupied most of the wall, seeming a little curious.
Jon's eyes moved slightly, and he took the initiative to walk forward to talk to William. He also touched the owl's head tentatively. Although he was bitten hard, he just smiled reluctantly and continued to tease the bird. This annoyed the owl so much that it didn't care about looking at the painting anymore. It just fanned William with its wings to signal him to leave.
By the time these things were done, it was almost time for dinner.
The animals brought by the detectives had a terrible meal. The main reason was that the owl was in a state of excitement in the evening and looked down on the food prepared by humans. If William hadn't tried to stop it, it would have almost caught and eaten all the rabbits and birds brought by the other detectives. It was only after William asked the kitchen for extra raw meat that the picky eagle owl showed mercy and let go of the rabbit under its claws.
But the price is that the detectives have one less meat dish.
As a result, William received even more hostile looks from other detectives.
William: ...
Oh, okay.
In order not to attract more hatred, William took the owl back to the room early and waited quietly for the formal event the next day.
But he really has no interest in treasure hunting...
"Gu! Gu!"
The Eagle Owls were particularly active tonight.
Although it was very quiet all around, it seemed as if it had heard something exciting. It flapped its wings and flew left and right in the room, occasionally tilting its head to stare and listen carefully.
Such noises are not uncommon after its meals are contracted by humans. After all, the walls of William's house are not very soundproof. The owl will react to various noises it hears late at night and will be excited all night, so William is forced to synchronize his schedule with it.
"call--"
The same thing happened tonight when he changed places. William couldn't sleep, so he turned over and sat up.
Perhaps because he was mentally clear, he could faintly hear light footsteps in the corridor outside the door.
It seemed like there was more than one person, there were many people.
He was somewhat curious about what was happening outside, but it was not convenient for him to go out, so he could only listen quietly, trying to reconstruct the place where the sound occurred in his mind.
But soon, the noise outside ended after a strange sound.
"Coo."
The owl, who heard everything clearly, flew back to the bedside contentedly. It estimated that the time was about right, so it half-closed its eyes and prepared to rest.
William also lay back down on the bed.
It should be dawn soon...
Half asleep and half awake, he heard a scream:
"ah--!"
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