Chapter 110 Busy Afternoon

"Belief?"

Sandy nodded: "Of course, I am a believer of the Evernight Goddess. Although I am a shallow believer..."

That's easy.

If I can’t solve it, it doesn’t mean the church can’t solve it.

Xifa coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Sandy, I think it would be better for you to go to church."

Sandy began to look at Xifa suspiciously: "Is this how your security company handles it? When encountering problems that cannot be solved, suggest your customers to go to church?"

"Are you kidding me!"

Xifa said seriously: "Please calm down, sir. I'm not joking. I can tell you with certainty that your son has not been lost, and your neighbors have not lied."

"Daniel is in this house."

Sandy shouted excitedly: "Then you mean, I'm a mental patient? Get out, get out of my house! I don't need you anymore!"

Xifa looked at him coldly: "With your attitude, do you really want to get Daniel back? You want to abandon him and start a new relationship with that Miss Jenny, right?"

Sandy immediately grabbed Xifa by the collar: "I don't have it! Daniel is my everything! I can't live without him!"

"That's really sweet. Then two nights ago, why didn't you come home on time? Don't you think your words are not convincing at all?"

Sandy held his head and shouted, "I didn't mean to!"

He sat down on the sofa at once, crying bitterly: "I really didn't mean it, I love Daniel, if I knew that something like this would happen, let alone one Jenny, even if there were ten, I would rush back."

Cifer patted him on the shoulder: "This is the crux, Mr. Sandy. I don't think you have any mental illness, but your neighbor is not lying either."

"Because of your guilt and some psychological factors, you have some strange assumptions, so that you can't see your son right in front of you."

"I asked you to go to church because I hope you can sort out your feelings through prayer and talking. Maybe when you relax, when you don't blame yourself so much, you will find that Daniel has not left."

Sandy raised his head and looked at Xifa with red eyes: "Is this useful?"

"It will help, can you, um, find a priest after you pray to the goddess. Or a higher-level clergyman, understand as best you can?"

"Talking to them, telling your situation, I believe it has improved. If it doesn't work, I will find another way."

Xifa originally wanted Sandy to pray to the goddess, and in order for the goddess to have a chance to hear his voice, Xifa wanted to tell him the name of the goddess.

But he dismissed this idea in time, if the goddess paid attention to him, maybe she would notice him.

In this world, it is better not to easily attract the attention of the gods.

Except fools.

Suggesting Sandy to go to church to pray is naturally not just to relieve his psychological pressure, but to let the church know what happened to the believers.

This situation cannot be solved by Western law, but it does not mean that the church cannot.

And if this is useless, then he can only hand it over to other people. Hunters are not good at solving such problems.

After Sandy agreed, Xifa bid farewell and left. He returned to the painting exhibition and resumed his original identity.

In the afternoon, while Sifa was reading the newspaper, there was a knock on the door.

Gru opened the door and walked in with a man.

The guest was in his forties, wearing a thin black trench coat, a white shirt and a black vest inside. With a stern expression, a pair of blue eyes have habitually observed the surroundings since entering the door.

He took off his hat and greeted Xifa with a smile: "Good afternoon, sir. I am Henry's friend. He is handling a case and cannot accept your entrustment, so he recommended me to handle it on his behalf."

"My name is Robin, from Jianhai County."

Xifa stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Robin, so are you interested in listening to my commission?"

Robin took off his windbreaker, handed it to the servant next to him, and said with a smile, "Obviously I have it, otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

Xifa nodded: "The night before yesterday, there was a shooting at the Kasbah restaurant in the West District. I hope you can investigate, and I hope you can find out the whereabouts of the assailant."

"Is it just whereabouts?" Robin took out a notepad and recorded the customer's request very professionally.

"Yes, just the whereabouts. He has a gun and is well trained. I don't want you in danger, so if you find him, don't act on your own. You just need to notify me."

Grue, the bodyguard, then described the gunman's appearance to detectives. After recording all this, Robin closed the notepad and said: "If it's just to find people, I only need to charge 2 to 5 pounds."

"However, as you said, the other party is a gunman, and I have a certain risk. Therefore, in this case, I need to charge a fee of 10 pounds."

Xifa immediately took out a 5 pound note from his pocket and put it on the detective's palm: "This is the deposit."

Robin took the deposit and stood up: "If he stays in Tingen for at most three days, you will get what you want."

Asking Matthew to send the detective away instead of him, Sifer stood up and said to his bodyguard: "I'm going to take a nap, don't wake me up before 6 o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, sir." Gru didn't ask anything.

After Xifa entered the room, he heard the conversation between Matthew and the bodyguard.

"What about sir?"

"He took a nap, sir, he really pays attention to health preservation, he is not even twenty years old."

"Don't talk about the master behind his back."

Sifa smiled, opened the wardrobe, and prepared to change clothes.

"You cross-dresser, are you going to sneak out again? Don't you plan to take me with you? You can't keep a noble dragon in this damn birdcage forever!"

The sudden sound startled Sifer, and he almost forgot that there was a magical animal in his room.

Xifa raised his shadow glove and threatened: "I can, just stay here and get you some delicious food. Of course, you can also speak out, provided that people will believe your words."

"As for the consequences, I hope you can afford it."

The macaw covered its head with its wings: "My God, you are a demon!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

Sifer put on a fake beard and smiled.

North District, Green Emerald Street.

Jingle.

The bell that was pulled by the rope kept shaking, and the sound was carried into the house. After Sifa waited for a while, the door opened, and the door was opened by the domestic worker I saw last time.

"Good afternoon, is Ms. Helen at home?"

"Yes, please wait a moment."

The female worker walked into the living room, she came back soon, and said with a smile: "Miss said she will meet you in the study."

Xifa breathed a sigh of relief, he was still worried that Helen would not meet, so he could only use some other methods.

In the study, Xifa met Helen. Her dark circles seemed to be a little heavy, but overall, she was still healthy.

Just looking a little resentful, she folded her hands on her chest and looked at Xifa: "Today, which friend asked you to send something again?"