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Chapter 9 "Boasting" Marquette
Bragging Marquette? Bragging shouldn't be his name, right? It should be his nickname? He is already so old, why is he still so immature?

Liu Yonglu sat next to him while looking at him with the concern of a mentally retarded child.

"Andrew, give my friend a glass of Good Luck Whiskey, it's on me." Marquette shouted loudly, then turned to look at Liu Yonglu and raised his glass slightly.

"Congratulations to Agent Richie for completing a difficult case. It's amazing that he didn't even have a scratch on his body."

After saying that, he swung his strong forearm and patted Liu Yonglu on the back, almost slapping him on the table.

"TOEFL, TOEFL, that's all." Liu Yonglu put his hands together in a fist and made a bow.

He had a good first impression of Marquette. He thought the man was very pleasant to talk to and had a very sweet mouth.

"Brother Ricky, how about we talk about work first? Then we can have a good drink." Marquette snapped his fingers and said.

"Okay, let's talk business first."

"Look at this. This is the scene when old Jenny died. I drew a sketch."

In fact, crude photography technology was already available at the time, but it was expensive and the equipment was bulky, so most investigators still used on-site sketches.

A piece of paper was handed to Liu Yonglu. In the picture, old Jenny's fat body was lying in the bathroom, face down with her hands clasped inside as if she was covering her lower abdomen, and a strange-colored liquid was flowing out from under her body.

"I went and spoke to the doctor who did the autopsy this morning and it looked like something had gnawed its way through her stomach.

I met with her son Isaac before. He was the first eyewitness and was a little terrified. He said he found countless transparent tapeworms on the bathroom floor, but I didn't find this. "

"The contents of the stomach..." Liu Yonglu thought of the hairtail fish he had cooked, but everyone ate the same thing that day, so why did old Jenny die?
He still doesn't know anything about that strange fish.

"Brother Ricky, there are no unrelated people here. Tell me the truth, did you do it?" Marquette said with a wink.

"Hi..." Liu Yonglu still used the same riddle, waving his hands and squinting his eyes, looking unfathomable.

"No wonder you dared to come here alone to investigate, brother. But these are all trivial matters. I will write that the cause of death is unknown in the report." Marquette pulled out a folder from the back and wrote a few words.

"The second suspicion is more difficult. On the night of the accident, I saw the bottle containing the frog-faced baby at old Jenny's house.

Tsk, but when I went back the next day, the baby was gone and only the bottle was left.”

"Oh, someone must have taken it away. Did you take the bottle out of the attic after you found it?"

Liu Yonglu's speculation was based on his understanding of Isaac and his wife. He had just met Yulia, and it was impossible for her to do this without telling him.

Isaac is having another mental breakdown now, so there is only one possibility: it was done by a third party.

Marquette was shocked. He didn't tell anyone that the bottle was in the attic. How did Ricky know that?
Oh, and since he was able to kill old Jenny without anyone noticing, he must have known everything else about her.

"Do you have any clues about the missing baby?" At this time, Liu Yonglu's wine was served, and Marquette picked up his glass and clinked it with his.

The people involved in this whole thing...

Then there is only one left, the old man's second wife. Liu Yonglu thought of Patrick. The other party's target is Black Stone. He must have searched Isaac's house first and didn't find him, so he came to find him.

The frog-faced baby is as evil as the black stone. It is likely that he took it away.

"There is a suspicious person." Liu Yonglu expressed his speculation.

Marquette was holding a pen, and Liu Yonglu was writing as he spoke. After he finished writing, he closed the file book.

"Okay, the disappearance of the strange baby has been a thorn in my side, but now I can report to the headquarters." Marquette showed a relieved expression on his face.

"By the way, the operator told me a few days ago that there is a black stone in old Jenny's house. It is very likely an ancient relic. Is it in your hands now?"

"Yes, the general manager told me to leave it here first." Liu Yonglu took out the black stone from his windbreaker pocket and placed it on the table.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother, you just took it out like that? This is a bit of a joke."

Marquette leaned back quickly as if he had seen a ghost, trying to put as much distance between himself and the black stone on the table as possible.

"How else can I hold it? Am I going to hold it above my head as a sacrifice?" Seeing this, Liu Yonglu put the black stone back into his pocket.

He didn't know that when the investigators in the department retrieved ancient relics, they usually put the items into a special silver box, and many of them would wear gloves when taking them.

Most of the ancient relics are very evil, and touching them directly with your hands may cause dangerous effects to you.

"Brother, are you new in this business?"

"I guess so. I've only been working for two days."

"No wonder." Marquette took a sip of the liquor and looked up at the bartender, "Andrew, give me two cheeseburgers, and some more chicken nuggets and fries."

"I'm hungry, let's eat and talk. The burgers in this bar are really good. I dare not eat anything in Pormouth, especially seafood."

Just now, when Liu Yonglu was talking about Black Stone, he mentioned the chief. This man was able to get in touch with the chief and still keep the relics independently. Marquette couldn't help but look at him with higher regard.

There are countless investigators in the department, some are capable and some are weak, and Marquette belongs to the latter. But such a person can continue to work in this line of work and survive until now, so he must have special advantages. Marquette's advantage is that he is good at building good relationships with other investigators in the department.

Investigation work is also divided into different levels, some are simple and some are difficult.

Some jobs require you to go to the crime scene as a forerunner and explore the hidden and twisted truth, which is naturally dangerous. Some jobs just require you to clean up the mess and deal with other local departments to complete the formalities, which is very easy.

Marquette is very good at capturing this kind of intelligence, like a vulture flying over a lion's head. After capable investigators solve difficult problems, he will come down to clean up the battlefield.

When the burgers were served, Liu Yonglu showed off his burgers with his cheeks spread out, while Marquette ate them politely, looking at Liu Yonglu from time to time. In his eyes, Liu Yonglu was a new lion who could help him find carrion.

"Don't choke." Marquette pushed a glass of dry ginger ale over.

"This burger tastes really good, man. Does our company cover this if we eat outside?"

"Manage the newspaper?"

“Does the headquarters provide subsidies?”

"Of course I can't subsidize it. All the money spent is my own." Marquette smiled elegantly and shook his head.

"Wow, man, you are quite rich, do you have a mine at home or do you take on private jobs?"

Marquette did receive a lot of black money as an investigator, and he risked his life to do this job just to make money.

Every time he received a post-disaster task, he could always get some money from other local departments. After all, the Special Events Management Department enjoyed special powers.

Local homicide cases are always a hassle if they are incorporated into normal procedures, but when they are handed over to the Special Incident Management Department, it is just a matter of filling out a form.

So every time Marquette would speak some secret words to the local leaders, get some benefits, and help them minimize the impact of the incident.

Of course, his relationship with Liu Yonglu is not that good yet, so he naturally cannot tell the truth.

"Private work? People in our line of work have to do some of it."

"Then tell me, how did you make this money?"

"The special incidents that can be reported to the headquarters have actually been screened through layers of screening, but there are more than just a few happening in Mosesad. How do you think about solving the remaining troubles?"

"You mean we do it secretly?"

"Do you think the headquarters doesn't know? They also turned a blind eye. It's better to let the investigators solve it than to let the civil groups do whatever they want.

There is a lot of money involved here. I heard about it last month.

'Saint' Garcia helped a baron solve a special case. Not only did he make a lot of money, but he also kidnapped the baron's only daughter. It is estimated that he will withdraw from the management department in the future. After all, the old baron has only one daughter, and the title will be inherited sooner or later. "

Liu Yonglu rolled his eyes and thought, this is indeed an idea. We can't just hang ourselves on the tree of grade adjustment. It would be good to earn some extra money.

Seeing that Liu Yonglu cared about this matter, Marquette told him everything he knew.

As for Liu Yonglu, when he heard that the other party had other ways to make money, he no longer hesitated and ordered another hamburger, nodding frequently while eating.

"Okay, big brother, after listening to you, I finally understand. It's really the old saying that a horse won't get fat without eating grass at night, and a man won't get rich without outside money.

I'll look back and see if there's any money-making work.

By the way, you said the agent's name was 'Saint' and you were called 'Boast', what does that mean?"

Marquette had finished eating long ago, and said while smoking and squinting his eyes:

"These are nicknames for investigators, and we play them on each other. It is said that they were invented by investigators in the department a long time ago.

Our investigators’ work is dangerous, and the personnel turnover is very fast. There are dozens of Henrys in the department, and it’s hard to remember them all, so everyone gave each other nicknames for convenience.”

"Oh, I was thinking... man, you must be really good at boasting, otherwise you wouldn't have such a nickname."

"Hehe, you can say that." Marquette looked very proud, without a trace of shame at all.

He does like to brag, but he doesn't brag about himself, but about others.

He is a carrion-eating vulture and does not need fame, but lions are different. Only if they become famous can they attract the attention of the headquarters, so he always spares no effort to brag about the lions around him.

Whenever the headquarters encounters a difficult incident, it will naturally be handed over to these agents to solve, and he can just sit back and reap the benefits. This is his way of survival.

"Brother, where are you going next? The operator should have assigned you a new case."

"Well, Axel, let me meet the local pagans."

"Puff!" Marquette spat out all the wine.

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