Chapter 147 Suspicion (Please Subscribe~)

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In the luxury carriage pulled by four horses, Sifer remembered what Kyle said.

‘Gregor is a magical animal of the monster path, Rudolph, that is my friend. When he mixed the first potion for himself, due to some accident, the parrot drank it.’

Xifa looked at the window, the street had come to an end, and turning right, it was the Violet Hotel.

"I know that Sequence 8 of the monster path is a machine, Sequence 7 is a lucky person, and Sequence 6 is a priest of disaster. That comes from the information provided by the watcher. In this way, if I want to help that parrot, no, help Gregor get promoted There is a direction to follow.”

"But now, I should focus on my own promotion. As for Gregor, we'll talk about it later."

The carriage turned across the street, which allowed Sifer to see Detective Robin appear from the avenue ahead. Obviously he was going to the hotel to find himself, but he saw that Robin suddenly turned into an alley. But soon, the detective came out again.

The corner of Xifa's mouth raised slightly. It seems that our detective is very careful. Is this anti-reconnaissance to prevent being followed?

The carriage stopped, Sifa got out of the carriage, and saw Robin walking quickly.

He gestured to the detective to let him enter the hotel with him, and then Sifa did not stop waiting, and walked into the hotel by himself.

Inside the door, he saw that Robin couldn't get through the door, and quickly walked to the other side.

Xifa guessed that the detective would have to go around and come back, smiled and commented: "Prudent enough, worthy of being a private detective."

Not long after returning to the room, as soon as Sifa took off his coat, Robin came.

"Come on, let's talk inside. Matthew, two cups of marquis black tea."

Xifa took him into his bedroom and glanced at Gregor the parrot. The latter understood what Xifa meant and croaked a few times, making himself look like an ordinary parrot.

After Matthew delivered the black tea, he closed the door for them. Sifa leaned back in his chair and said with a smile, "It seems that Mr. Robin has already gained something."

Robin smiled and said, "It's a little bit, so I want to make a progress report with Mr. Xifa."

Xifa picked up the teacup: "Please drink tea."

"Thanks."

Robin blew lightly towards the mouth of the cup, took a sip of the fragrant tea, moistened his throat, then took out a notepad from the inside pocket of his jacket, opened it, and started talking while reading it.

"In the past few days, I conducted a preliminary investigation on Mr. Randy and learned some basic information about him."

"He is 35 years old. After his wife died of illness two years ago, he has been unmarried and raised his son Daniel alone."

"He works at the equestrian club on Howles Street. He is an auditor and has rich work experience. He has been working in the club for more than three years, and his reputation among colleagues is not bad, except for a little bit of life style. Faults aside, he's a very kind gentleman."

Robin paused, coughed dryly, glanced at Sifa first, and then continued.

"Mr. Randy has a super friendly relationship with Jenny, a female employee of the auditor. They date secretly, sometimes even in the office"

"Moreover, this Ms. Jenny is a married woman. The audit department and even the club's employees know about it more or less, so their relationship is in a semi-transparent state."

"But no one blamed them for this, more pretended not to know, so as not to embarrass."

Well, I already knew about it, and Randy himself told me about it. Xifa held the teacup and said, "Is there any more?"

Robin nodded and turned a page: "I also investigated Mr. Randy's government affairs. This gentleman's salary in the club is 3 pounds a week. In addition, he also handles for those small companies without financial personnel. Some audit work, of course, these private jobs will not have a fixed income."

"However, I calculated it. If you add these personal incomes, Mr. Randy has an average weekly income of 4 pounds."

"In Tingen, and even in China, a weekly salary of 4 pounds can already make a family live a little more decently, especially Mr. Randy has only one son, and his expenses are greatly reduced. Therefore, he can live very well."

"I checked and he has no debts and no bank loans. His financial situation is very good, and he doesn't look like he's bankrupt."

"And I also found out that he suddenly submitted his resignation to the club two weeks ago. Moreover, he has entrusted a housing company to find a new residence on his behalf, and he seems to be ready to move."

Xifa said "Oh" and leaned forward slightly: "You mean, Randy is going to resign from the club, and also plans to move?"

Robin nodded: "Yes, I find this very strange. Mr. Randy has no reason to do this. Although he can find a decent job after leaving the club with his ability, it may not be easier than the club. "

"In addition, the contract of the house he is renting has not yet expired. If he moves out, he must pay a liquidated damages, although he can afford it."

Xifa gently tapped the desktop with his fingers: "Continue to investigate, and focus on Mr. Randy's resignation, which may be related to his suicide."

"However, you still have to pay attention to safety issues. Don't enter the club. You can figure out the rest."

Saying that, Xifa opened the wallet and took out banknotes one after another until they made up 20 pounds.

"In addition, I will give you an address. You can send the report by post next time."

"Here, this is your salary for this period of time."

He smiled and pushed the money towards the detective.

Robin happily put away the money: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Xifa, I believe I will have new news for you soon."

"I am looking forward."

After Xifa wrote down the address of the security layer, he called Matthew and asked the servant to send the detective away. After the door was closed, Gregor in the birdcage flapped his wings and said, "Are you playing a detective game? Rudolph used to play this game with me too, oh, Rudolph is my breeder, a rude, unimaginative, no-funny guy."

"Oh, then who will play the detective, you Gregor, or Rudolph?" Sifer asked with interest.

"It's Rudolph, and I'm an assistant." Gregor the parrot froze for a moment, then flapped its wings and looked at Sifa, "How do you know my name?"

"Have you seen Rudolph?"

Xifa sighed softly: "I haven't seen him, but I know that he is dead. You don't have to be too sad, Gregor, I will be your owner from now on."

The parrot tilted its head: "Sad? Why should I be sad?"

Then it flapped its wings and shouted: "I'm so happy, no, I still have a little regret. He should have died under my dragon's breath, what a pity, what a pity."

Xifa said in surprise: "Didn't you say that you were sad in the morning, and I saw you shed tears. Don't you have these reactions because you sensed Rudolph's death?"

Gregor glanced at him, raised his head, and spat out two words that made Sifer want to strangle it: "Idiot!"