Chapter 217 Little Reporter Elimo

After going to the Diroud Bank on Xinghuo Street, and exchanging the three golden roses on his body for 60 Silver Seas, Yago returned to Huoshu Street in a public carriage. After stopping in front of the bus stop sign, Yago turned to Walk in the direction of Fast Cloaker.

Although it was smaller than yesterday, the rain still remained.

Moreover, there is still a faint mist shrouded in it.

Will there be fog if it rains?

Yago, who was carrying a bag of mulled wine and turkey meat bought from the Gentleman's Club Cafe, felt a little puzzled in his heart.

However, when he returned to the door of the cloakroom, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fast?"

Yago turned his head, and saw a big boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old standing behind him, wearing a round plaid hat, an old brown overcoat, and a cloth bag slung across his shoulder.

"I am." Glancing at the obliquely rolled newspaper in his cloth bag, Yago asked doubtfully, "Do you still have to deliver newspapers on rainy days?"

Moreover, the young man who delivered the newspaper before was not this big boy.

Hearing this, the big boy in front of him scratched his head and showed an embarrassed smile:

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not a paper delivery man. I'm a reporter for the Greenton Papers."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you look a little young."

Yago apologized, he would have mistaken the other party as a newspaper delivery worker, more precisely a newspaper boy, age is of course one aspect, but the other side is also because of the relationship between dress.

In Catesia, most journalists belonged to the educated class.

After all, they have to write articles, and many sources of news often need to contact various business owners and businessmen, or high-society figures.

Compared with the news of the people of the lower class, the news of the upper class, even if it is only trivial, can attract the attention of the public more.

The big boy in front of him was dressed a little too "simple".

Looking at the other party's neat and clean coat, but it still can't cover up the shabby coat, Yago thought to himself.

"Being a newsboy also allowed me to get a lot of news sometimes."

The big boy smiled, showing a mouthful of slightly yellowed teeth.

Afterwards, he took two steps forward, entered the awning in front of the cloakroom, put the dark blue umbrella by the door, took out a notebook from the cloth satchel, and looked at it carefully with a pair of big brown and black eyes. looking at Yago:

"Mr. Fast, I want to interview you about something."

"OK."

After thinking about it, after confirming that the blood in the cloakroom had been cleaned up, Yago took out the key and opened the door, beckoning him to come in together.

Holding back the bloody sofa cover that was wrapped around the side, Yago straightened his sitting posture, and looked at the big boy sitting on the other sofa with the freshness of being interviewed for the first time:

"Then what would you like to ask, Mr. Allimer?"

The little reporter's name is Arimo.

"Though it reminds you of bad things"

Arimo's first words made Yago realize something immediately.

Sure enough, Alimo continued:

"Do you have any clue about the case of Ms. Elsa being robbed and murdered?"

Without waiting for Yago to respond, he added:

"If you know more news, it will be helpful for the public to prevent and find the murderer after the news is reported by the newspaper."

Sure enough, he came to interview the news of Elsa's death.

But Elsa isn't dead yet.

And the murderer identified by the police is Mr. Fanks.

It can only be edited casually, but not in too much detail.

"I don't really know."

Looking at Elimo who took out the ink bottle and put it on the table, and started to record in the brown leather notebook when he spoke, he continued:

"I was notified by the police that day, and when I returned to the mansion in the suburbs, the tragedy had already happened."

Yago restrained his emotions and imitated sadness with silence:

"We've been nice to him and he's been nice to us."

"I have absolutely no idea why he would do that."

Although I don't know the details, Yago, who knows the "truth", doesn't intend to tarnish the reputation of Mr. Fanks. He slightly changed the wording and shifted the question:

"Because of her father's accident, Elsa dismissed all the servants at home, leaving only Fanks."

He brought the conversation to the dismissed servants.

Yago's induction was also successful.

Hearing Yago's narration, Arimo's eyes lit up:

"Mr. Fast, how many people did your family employ before?"

"Let me think about it." Seeing that the induction was successful, Yago continued, "We hired a butler, a housekeeper, two coachmen, a cook, two kitchen maids, and a gardener. .”

"And three maids and three footmen."

Yago paid special attention to his words, replacing the word for maid with maid.

"A total of 14, right?"

Arimo quickly scribbled a column of letters on the brown leather notebook.

"Yes." If little Betty didn't count.

In the memory of the original owner, the old Fanks was the personal servant of King Fast XII, the grandfather of the original owner. , the original owner's mother recruited a personal maid.

Later, the maid became the housekeeper after the original owner's mother died of illness.

"Have you heard that the servants have any dissatisfaction with Miss Elsa?"

Arimo seemed to have found a good direction, and asked expectantly.

"No."

Yago really doesn't know if there is one.

After all, the image of the original owner is that of a fun-loving rich man, or a rich man from a family that has been in decline, no, the family has been in decline. Since he was in college, he has basically never been back to Dilude City a few times.

Every time I come back, the time is very short. Basically, I have to come back to ask for money when I am short of money.

Basically the kind of garbage people who have nothing but good looks.

Arimo, who seemed a little reconciled and didn't seem to want to end it, then asked about events related to Elsa's death from various angles.

However, under Yago's intentional or unintentional induction, Arimo's topic always revolved around the dismissed servant.

It wasn't until the little reporter who looked like a newsboy realized that he couldn't ask anything, did he choose to bid farewell and leave.

"Mr. Fast, if you have any exclusive news in the future, you can contact me."

Before leaving, the little reporter straightened his plaid bowler hat and said quite seriously:

".As a reward, if you want to know any news, I can also find it for you."

The exchange of information is indeed equivalent.

It's a pity that Yago, who is backed by the Extraordinary team, doesn't think he can get more information than himself.