Chapter 283 Investigator

The atmosphere in the kitchen fell into an inexplicable tension. The chefs looked at Xing Ze and Ai as if they were looking at fresh ingredients.

"You can't do this." Xing Ze raised his hands and said, "We have a better way to solve this matter, gentlemen."

The manager at the front desk didn't understand what was going on. He stood aside and tried to speak out several times, but failed once. The tense atmosphere made the beads of sweat on his nose become more dense.

"Take the foie gras out of here, Amal. I want to talk to these two guests."

The manager nodded, reached for the plate of foie gras, then quickly walked out of the kitchen with his head down.

"Keep working, you lazy guys. The guests are coming soon, and there's no time for you to waste." The head chef's words made the chefs start to get busy again.

The eldest lady put away her wand and leaned against a pillar. "Before we get down to business, I have to admit that the evaporated milk banana ice cream pie was very good."

The head chef smiled lightly and said: "I'm glad you like it, distinguished lady. But time is limited, so let's get to the point. So, you are Xing Ze?"

"You know me?"

"Xunrel Jezebeth." The head chef announced a name.

Xing Ze frowned, he now understood what Jezebeth said at the dance. When Ellie heard the name, she looked at Xing Ze with a complicated expression.

"Are you in the same group?"

"It's just a cooperative relationship. Anyway, I can't tell you where Frank is? Because I don't know either, but there is one thing..."

The head chef paused. He took out a notebook and pen from his apron and wrote something down, then handed it to Xing Ze.

"No. 1114 Haibin Avenue?" Xing Ze muttered in a low voice while passing the notebook to Ellie.

"You can go over there and take a look. You may be able to find some necessary clues."

The eldest lady asked suspiciously: "What's in that place?"

"I don't know. As I said just now, we just have a cooperative relationship. I help contact people, and they come to my place to meet and discuss things..."

"Middleman?" Xing Ze guessed.

"Ah, that's right. But I'd rather you call me the bounty publisher."

"So Frank and the lady who came here to meet before are mercenaries, or bounty hunters?"

"It all means the same thing. We call them investigators."

Investigators from other dimensions? Xing Ze pondered in his mind, which meant that these people were not independent individuals, they also had organizations.

A systematic and complete organization. This reminds me of what Edward Mendes said. The messenger who destroyed the ceremony seventy years ago later formed an organization of investigators.

It seems that my guess is correct. This world is treated as a game, and those players who claim to be investigators have traveled from their original world.

People like the chef are like NPCs in the game. He issues tasks and provides clues and necessary services to help players complete tasks.

In other words, he shouldn't be surprised that there was a reporter flying around in red underwear in the world that day, or a prodigal son wearing a black cloak and driving a cool sports car.

Damn it, what the hell kind of world is this? Xing Ze took a long breath, gathered his thoughts and continued to ask: "SUE, what does it mean?"

The head chef smiled lightly and said, "You can ask Jezebeth yourself. I think she will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. Well, if there is nothing else, I would like to ask you to leave. The guests will arrive."

Ellie tore off the paper with the address written on it and placed the notebook on the table. "The grilled lamb chops are a bit salty. It's not quite to my taste."

“I recommend pairing it with a Rioja red wine next time.”

"Good idea."

Walking out of the restaurant from the back door, Ali looked at Xing Ze, who was frowning and couldn't help but ask, "Are you having a stomachache?"

"Wha...what?"

"Ever since you heard the part about the investigators, your face has been ugly. I even wonder if that fish steak is stale."

"It's just, ah, forget it. I can't explain it at the moment. Let's go to the Beach Road first."

"How to get there? My carriage is parked at the hospital. Can you hire a bus?"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry." Xing Ze stretched out his hand to signal for Ellie to catch up, "We can go there slowly and ask for some support along the way."

After a follower appeared, the two came to the place where Xing Ze parked his car.

"Oh, car." The eldest lady touched the hood with her index finger, "Where did you get it?"

“That’s the benefit of private commissioning.”

"Well, it seems that A takes this matter very seriously. He will give you whatever you want."

"Believe me, dear lady, Frank's asking price will be higher. Speaking of which, I don't understand something." The investigation was handed over to a squib detective."

"You don't understand the difficulties of those big families. If you are a bounty hunter, like the Undertaker, you will definitely attract the attention of other families. Compared with the Muggle world, the world where wizards live is too small, and any trouble in the big family will will attract a lot of attention.

"In addition, the battle between the Conservative Party and the Reform Party has been going on for hundreds of years, and each family is willing to put spies in the rival family. Especially a politically unclear family like Slytherin. God knows, the dishwasher in their kitchen How many are loyal?”

"It's really complicated." Xing Ze sighed.

"It's not complicated at all." The eldest lady retorted, "Rumors are not spread because they have no value, and so are people. If you think life is plain and simple, it is very likely that you are in a position that has not yet touched the terrible darkness."

"So should I continue to live happily as a fool, or uncover the truth of this world with the attitude of a wise man?"

"Why ask me? Everyone's pursuit is different." The eldest lady asked back, "But considering that the truth often drives the wise crazy, I think there is no difference between the two.

"Stop it, Xing Ze. Now is not the time for philosophical speculation. Are you sure you want to believe a cook's words? In my opinion, those words are completely crazy. The address he gave me is likely to be a trap. "

"It's worth going to find out, isn't it? In addition, we have two people, you can stand outside to keep watch for me, and if there is anything wrong, you can just leave. "

The eldest lady did not fall for Xing Ze's provocation, she stretched out her hand and said, "I'll drive."

Xing Ze asked uncertainly, "Can you drive?"

"On my eighth birthday, my father gave me a pony. When I was eleven, I got my first carriage. "

"I don't see how this has anything to do with whether you can drive."

"For Merlin's sake, Xingze. I can skillfully drive an eight-horse flying carriage, but you are questioning whether I can drive a Muggle car. Give me the keys, quickly."

Xingze reluctantly took out the car keys and handed them to Ellie.

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The last paragraph is about who drives in the team. In many Western countries, especially the United States, whoever drives and controls the steering wheel is in a dominant position and is the leader of the team.

Combined with the era, cars were not as popular as they are now in the 1990s. Even in the West, many people actually drove second-hand cars, so the British also attach great importance to the issue of who drives.