Chapter 265: Luck Coming One After Another

John took out the wine flask and took a sip, "How did you do all this? Magic? But I didn't see you cast a spell. For Merlin's sake, you just restored the whole scene."

"Don't be happy too soon, J." Xing Ze said, "It's all just speculation. What's more, we are still missing a crucial thing."

"What is it?"

"Are you serious?"

"Oh." John finally reacted, "Frank's body."

"He may still be alive."

"Don't ruin my rare good mood."

Xing Ze rolled his eyes at John and walked out of the room.

"Aren't you waiting for the Muggle police?"

"Leave it to you." Xing Ze waved his hand, "Write to me if you find anything."

"You owe me a glass of wine, kid, don't forget this."

"Of course, of course." Xing Ze walked into the elevator, he took out the matchbox from his pocket and opened it, and there were a few words scribbled on the inside page - SUE.

Then, Xing Ze closed the matchbox, "Margaret's Restaurant, who did you meet there, Mr. Detective." He muttered in a low voice.

The elevator reached the first floor. Xing Ze was about to go out, but was blocked by two burly men. One of the burly men stepped aside and motioned him to come out quickly.

Xing Ze smiled friendly, then walked out of the elevator quickly and headed for the main door of the office building, but before he took a few steps, he turned back and reached out to press the elevator button.

The elevator door that was about to close opened again, and Xing Ze walked into the elevator under the puzzled eyes of the two burly men.

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to take the key." Xing Ze explained to the two burly men with a smile, and casually pressed a floor on the elevator.

The man with a rough beard pressed the top floor without saying a word.

When the elevator started, Xing Ze spoke again: "Go to the top floor? Well, there is a detective agency there. Judging from the things you hold in your hands and the smell you emit, you are going to burn down the agency, right?"

The two strong men behind him frowned and looked at each other. One of them put down the oil drum wrapped in his hand, and the other drew a short knife from his waist.

Damn it. I would have left you to J if I had known.

Ding!

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and before the door opened, Xing Ze heard John's voice.

"For Merlin's sake, you are finally here, black brother. I promise I didn't move... Did you forget something?"

Xing Ze walked out of the elevator, then turned around and dragged one of the strong men out, "Help me, J."

John drew out his wand and cast a spell, and the other person in the elevator immediately floated out.

"I don't understand, kid. You've been gone for less than five minutes."

"I'm also surprised at my luck." Xing Ze said, "We have a new clue."

John put the burly man down and teased, "You call this luck? Then I really redefine the meaning of luck."

Just then, another elevator door opened, and the two quickly pointed their wands at the elevator.

"Wow wow." Superintendent Wolflin shrank nervously, "It's me, it's me."

But the superintendent's attention was quickly attracted by the two people lying on the ground, "Why are the people from the Old Record Gang here?"

"Old Record Gang?" Xing Ze looked at the superintendent.

"Um, a local gang." The superintendent explained, "These two are famous."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Xing Ze walked towards the elevator, "I hope you can ask something from them."

"Before that, I have to know what they are doing here?"

"They want to burn Frank's office, and the gasoline and other things are in the elevator. The elevator surveillance can prove that they attacked me."

"Oh, that saves a lot of time." The superintendent said.

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Margaret's Restaurant is located on William Brown Street, which is almost the cultural center of Liverpool. The restaurants that can be opened here are not too bad.

As expected, this restaurant is a high-end business restaurant, and reservations are required to get a seat. It was lunch time when Xing Ze arrived.

The restaurant was full, and the manager of the stand received Xing Ze very friendly. He looked to be in his forties and had beautiful white teeth.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"I want to have a meal with you."

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

Xing Ze shook his head, and then asked: "Do you keep all the appointments here?"

The manager smiled, showing more white teeth. "We only keep three months of reservation information."

"That should be enough."

"Huh?"

"A friend of mine." Xing Ze lied casually, "Frank, he came to your place for dinner before, but he doesn't remember when, so he wanted me to ask, and I happen to live nearby."

The manager looked at Xing Ze with a strange look, and said softly and tactfully: "Sir, maybe your friend can see the receipt."

"It's lost."

"Then he must come here in person so that we can check the appointment information."

"Obviously, my friend can't come here for the time being. He went abroad, to a faraway place, Iceland."

"Then..." The smile on the manager's face became more and more awkward.

Xing Ze wanted Bluebeak to use memory exploration on him, but for an ordinary Muggle, Bluebeak's invasion might cause madness and brain damage.

"Hey, man." Xing Ze leaned towards the manager. "My friend just wants to know the date of the appointment. He recently had an expense that doesn't match. Not to mention, he is an old customer of yours. Can you make an exception?"

"What's your friend's name?" the manager confirmed.

"Frank."

The manager thought for a moment and asked again, "Is it the famous detective?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, sir. I can help you check it, but I can't guarantee that I can find it. Although Mr. Frank is a frequent customer of ours, he hasn't been here as often recently."

"Thank you." Xing Ze turned and walked towards the waiting area. He took out the box of matches again and checked it.

"SUE? What does it mean? Is it an abbreviation? Location? Name? What do those four unidentified corpses have to do with you, Frank?"

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the stand manager came over with a note. "Sir," he said, "your friend Frank has come three times in the past three months, on May 13, June 7, and July 15."

"Can I ask how many seats he booked on each of these three occasions?"

The manager looked embarrassed.

"Please, kind-hearted man." Xing Ze pleaded, "He just wanted to reconcile the account."

The manager hesitated for a while, then whispered, "He was the only one in May. On June 7, he booked two, and on July 15, he booked six."

"Six?" Xing Ze frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Our data will not be wrong." The manager said confidently.

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