Chapter 176 Commission and Remuneration

Chapter 177 Commission and Remuneration

"It stinks..."

Ye Qingxuan covered his nose and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Through half of a rotten vegetable leaf, he saw the dazzling sunlight, which was so hot that it was blinding.

He was lying in a stench, surrounded by...well, a lot of garbage. He was lying in a garbage dump? ,

Wait, why are you here?

He remembered playing the prelude to "Moonlight" and being so immersed in the melody that he didn't even know he was losing his strength.

By the end, falling into a coma, and then being taught...

That's right, he fell into the hands of the professor!

Thinking of this, he felt a headache, a real headache. The massive blood loss and depletion of energy produced a painful feeling of emptiness, and an uncontrollable strong hunger.

He hurriedly groped around his body: Very good, all the equipment was still there, and the Nine Heavens Ring and the Eye of Indra were intact.

It's just that... the signpost on the bloody road has been taken away.

Where the road sign originally stood, there was only a folded piece of paper.

He unfolded the note with difficulty, and got closer to read the small words on it. The line of handwriting was smooth and graceful, with only a few words written on it:

‘Come to me. ’

That familiar face appeared in his mind again, making Ye Qingxuan sigh, and then his head started to hurt again.

Did that damn woman actually throw herself into the trash? !

He climbed up with difficulty and staggered out of the garbage heap. He felt extremely weak: his head was swollen, his bones ached all over his body, and his stomach was hungry.

"Hey, friend."

He looked at the beggar squatting next to the garbage pile and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

"……No!"

The beggar was stunned for a moment, and then he hid the rice bowl behind his back cautiously. There was still more than half a bowl of overnight porridge in the bowl!

"There is porridge! If you didn't tell me earlier..."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up and he snatched the bowl away from him without hesitation, grabbing it with his hands and eating it. It wasn't until he noticed the aggrieved look on the beggar's face that he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm so skilled at grabbing food."

He smiled awkwardly, coughed twice, and tried his best to put on a serious face:

"How about this. You go tell the shaman's people and tell them that Holmes wants to see their boss... If you are lucky, you will be sitting, sitting... in twenty minutes..."

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and pointed to a high-end restaurant in the distance that was not open yet: "I promise, you will sit there and eat steak."

The beggar looked at him blankly, doubtful.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and didn't urge him. He just shrugged: "Anyway, if you don't go, your porridge will be gone, and you can't beat me..."

The beggar hesitated for a final moment, stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, and left with tears in his eyes.

——

Twenty minutes later.

Amidst the soft music, a faint scent of perfume floats in the air.

The neatly dressed waiter led the smelly beggar on the exquisite carpet to the best seat in the entire restaurant, respectfully pulled out a chair for him and invited him to sit down.

Finally the menu was handed over gently.

On the other side, the waiter brought a glass of red wine that had sobered up and introduced softly:

"Sir, today's main dish is Burgundy baked snails. I recommend you try this fried lobster and this foie gras..."

The beggar sat dazedly on the chair, feeling dizzy and still in a sweet dream. The person who competed with me for food was actually telling the truth?

Are you still dreaming? !

"I want this, this, and this... I want this too!"

He looked at the dazzling menu in front of him and stretched out his hand to click on the menu. In the end, I was completely dazzled: "Give me a portion of all the dishes above!

Uh...can you pack it here? "

"No problem, sir."

The waiter responded with a smile: "Please wait a moment, I will inform the chef right away."

"Okay, okay! Go, go, go!"

The beggar was almost moved to tears.

so good? Can it even be packed? Isn’t it said that you must wear formal clothes to enter here?

Thank God, no, thank the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes!

…

In the lower town, in an inconspicuous and shabby bar.

In front of the bar, the shaman looked at the young man next to him and nodded after a long time: "You look like you are in good condition."

"I already stink like this, so please stop telling lies with your eyes open."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and kept stuffing paper balls into his nostrils, but this still couldn't stop the smell of garbage on his body.

"All right."

The shaman also sighed and moved a little farther away with a little disgust: "Then can you take a bath?"

"Sorry, it can't be done." Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes.

"forget about it."

The shaman shrugged helplessly and signaled the bartender behind the bar to leave.

Soon, only the two people in front of the bar were left in Nuoda's bar.

In the silence, the shaman pinched his nose, took a sip from the wine glass in front of him, and finally felt a little better.

"Then let's talk about your job."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, "How did you complete my commission?"

"It went smoothly beyond my expectation. It was solved effortlessly."

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but whistle: "Things will develop as you wish, Mr. Shaman. From now on, the professor will never be an obstacle to you."

"Really?"

The shaman suddenly fell silent. He stared at the smelly young man, but he seemed to be irritated. His eyes seemed to reflect the light of iron, with sharp edges.

"Ye Qingxuan, have I told you the rules of dealing with me?"

His voice was cold and stern, and he said word by word:

"-Don't ever try to trick me!"

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the pair of eyes full of gloomy anger, but couldn't help but smile, "But, I think you should be able to trust me."

He paused and said the shaman's name.

The name that truly belongs to the shaman.

silence.

There was a dead silence.

The shaman was stunned, as if he had turned to stone.

He looked at the young man in astonishment. After a long time, he couldn't help but take out the cigarette, lit it, took a big puff, and spit it out loudly.

It wasn't until he was almost finished smoking a cigarette that he asked in a low voice: "When did you guess it?"

"last night."

Ye Qingxuan said calmly: "The butcher's actions confirmed my suspicions about you. At that time, I felt: you know too much.

It wasn't until this morning, when I grabbed half a bowl of porridge and squatted on the roadside to eat lunch, that I suddenly had an idea. "

"inspiration?"

"Yes, inspiration."

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's such a coincidence, don't you realize it? Although you have always been cautious, there are too many coincidences.

I have read the file compiled specifically for you by the Avalon Police Department. To be honest, it is a legend and impressive.

It wasn't until a few minutes ago that I compared your whereabouts, appearance and disappearance time again, that I suddenly thought of another name and understood the reason why you trusted me so much from beginning to end. "

"Just because of that?"

The shaman asked coldly.

"Just thought so."

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands helplessly, "I have to say, this is not your fault, but the biggest problem is that my father really didn't know many people in Avalon back then."

"In the end, did Ye Lanzhou miss any clues?"

The shaman was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "For so many years, I have come and gone in the wind and rain, acting mysteriously, thinking that my confidentiality is perfect.

As a result, I am so old that I actually capsized in your gutter... Damn it. "

He couldn't help but cursed.

"That's how the world is, right?"

Ye Qingxuan picked up the wine glass and raised it towards him: "Cheers to the shaman's victory."

The shaman was too lazy to pay attention to him. Ye Qingxuan shrugged, drank the wine in one gulp, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me, Mr. Shaman."

Ye Qingxuan put on his deer hunting hat again, nodded and said goodbye: "Please take good care of me in the future."

"It's not over yet."

The shaman called him from behind, and then there was a sound of wind.

Something flew over, and Ye Qingxuan turned around to catch it, only to find that what the shaman threw over was a metal nameplate. The thumb-sized metal nameplate had a name written on it. It looked like it could be put on a chain and hung around the neck.

"What's this?"

"Since it is a commission, there must be a reward."

The shaman said calmly, "At the Royal Conservatory of Music, the old man guarding the Jianlan Underground Palace is called 'Dominique', right?

He owed me a huge favor in those early years. You go with this and he will understand.

There is no need to refuse, this is the reward you have paid for with your own life, so it should be generous, so be prepared for surprises. "

"surprise?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and stuffed the nameplate into his pocket: "Let's talk about the surprise tomorrow.

I still have to go back to class. After all, I have been skipping class for a long time recently. Although the teacher will not be angry, I will feel bad about it. "

"I didn't expect you to be a good student?"

The shaman gave him a strange look: "It really makes me happy."

"Your news has long been out of date, Mr. Shaman."

The young man had already pushed open the door and walked out, leaving only a self-deprecating laugh:

"——I am now the famous 'Shame of the Academy'."

——

In the afternoon, the sun shines from the sky.

The entire noisy street was coated with a warm sheen.

It was a sleepy afternoon, relaxed, long, and warm. Even the wild cats on the wall lazily fell asleep in the gentle sunshine.

After experiencing the terrifying turmoil last night, everyone felt that the sunshine in front of them had become precious.

In a cafe on the bustling street, several men were sitting together and talking vividly about what happened last night.

What a duel between a vengeful evil spirit and a professor in a madhouse. The vengeful evil spirit turned into a huge bat and fell from the sky. The professor's face was smeared with white paint and his mouth was grinning. As soon as he saw that he had entered his trap, he... Laughing wildly or something like that, it was all very well said.