The devil is forced to open every day

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow !

You can tell it's spoiled.

They didn't know how to seize such a good opportunity, and even made Mr. Yang's little nephew cry. Everyone couldn't help casting gloating glances at the young man.

Lorraine ignored the little fat man's crying, swallowed the last mouthful of custard buns, and handed the empty dish to Jianyi.

Zhe Yi smiled and left, continuing to search for food.Xu Shi heard the movement downstairs, a young man walked down the stairs quickly, and stopped in front of the little fat man with serious eyes.

The young man was wearing a silver-gray suit, with a slender figure and the air of a nobleman.

The little chubby pier was still rolling, and when he rolled to the feet of the young man, he paused for two seconds and raised his head. When he saw the man's face, he immediately turned over and stood up straight, his small eyes full of awe.

"Brother, I was wrong."

As soon as Xiao Pangdun's title came out, everyone immediately understood who it was.

Mr. Yang Zhuyi has no children under his knees, but his younger sister married twice and gave birth to two sons with the mother's surname respectively. Due to marital problems, the age difference between the two sons is nearly 20 years.

The little chubby Yang Zisheng is Mr. Yang Zhuyi's little nephew, and the young man called "brother" by the chubby guy is obviously the big nephew Mr. Yang Zhuyi intends to cultivate, Yang Zile.

The billionaire's heir makes people jealous.

"Go upstairs." Yang Zile looked gentle, but his eyes showed that he was not easy to provoke.

The little chubby held his mouth shut, and looked at the young man who was not looking sideways with grievances. The little chubby secretly made a "bye" gesture with his hands, and was dragged upstairs by the nanny unwillingly.

A man who looked like a housekeeper whispered a few words in Yang Zile's ear, and Yang Zile looked up at the young man with unfathomable eyes.

"Do you know who this is?" Zhang Yue approached Luo Lan gloatingly, "This is Mr. Yang Zhuyi's most promising heir. You still bully his brother, you are finished."

A plate of shrimp and big black ginseng came from one end, before Luo Lan started to move, he saw Yang Zile striding towards him.

Zhang Yue immediately sat a little further away from the young man beside her to clear up the relationship.

"Hello." Yang Zile stood in front of the boy and stretched out a hand.

Luo Lan got up and shook hands with Yang Zile gracefully.

"Thank you for not indulging Zisheng just now." Yang Zile smiled apologetically, "My mother just indulged him too much and let him eat high blood fat when he was young. Now he is undergoing treatment and can only eat foods high in fiber."

"Hmm." Lorraine nodded calmly.

Waiting for the detective to come to this result, it was obviously a bit unexpected, and then recalling the child's body that didn't match his age, he suddenly felt a little enlightened.

The young man's calm performance made Yang Zile a bit interested.

"Are you also the detective who came here this time to solve the strange things in my family?"

"Hmm." Lorraine withdrew her hands, her expression indifferent.

"Although you are young, I expect you to stand out."

Seeing that the young man was unwilling to talk to him, Yang Zile showed an elegant smile, thanked him politely again, and turned to leave.

"Crazy, such a good opportunity, you just let it go?" Several detectives whispered.

"Who does he think he is, so cold to the billionaire's heir?"

A few detectives, obviously smarter than the gossiping ones, began to wonder what Yang Zile meant by "stand out".

With so many detectives here, fish and dragons mixed together, it seems that Mr. Yang Zhuyi is afraid to conduct a test.

The few detectives who came to understand started to turn on their mobile phones to do their homework one after another. Luo Lan was eating shrimp and big black ginseng without rushing.

Sure enough, at 08:30, the test officially began. Mr. Yang Zhuyi did not show up, but Mr. Butler, who had just whispered to Yang Zile, came out.

"First of all, I would like to thank all the detectives for coming. I believe that all the detectives must have extraordinary abilities. However, due to the difficulty my master encountered this time, it involved a manuscript of revelation from ancient Rome, and Mr. Detective needed the ability to read the manuscript of revelation.

Therefore, I will send a page of the revelation to the detectives. The detectives have half an hour to understand the contents of the revelation, and only those who understand it correctly can stay and continue to solve the strange things.

As for the detective who can't understand, I can only regret to ask you to leave. Mr. Yang will reimburse you for the travel fare and give you a small gift. We look forward to our cooperation next time. "

The butler's words were impeccable, and he had the demeanor of everyone. Even the detectives who were not selected received gifts and respect, which did not seem like the attitude that a nouveau riche should have.

After the butler finished speaking, a servant sent a color copy of a page of the revelation manuscript of "Smithfield Secret Order", and left banknotes.

The detectives looked at the copy carefully, their faces heavy.

Lorraine also received a page, with only a few lines of text on it, and a larger illustration. On the illustration were several strange-looking creatures, dressed in gorgeous robes, with tall hats on their heads, deformed Pointy fingers caress a statue.

Seeing the pictures and ancient Roman texts, most of the detectives immediately took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

"Isn't that right?" A detective looked at the searched content on the phone and frowned, "Basically no one has read the content of this page, even if someone has read the part, they haven't said anything about it.

Those experts and scholars all said that this is a strange book that cannot be deciphered. How do we understand it? Do you have the answer yourself? "

"Mr. Detective, of course we have the answer." The butler smiled politely and modestly, "You can search for my master's heir, Mr. Yang Zile, and you will find that he is not only a postdoctoral fellow at the University of Rome, but also a researcher on the history of ancient Rome. scholars.

The content of this manuscript was translated by Mr. Yang Zile and his professor. Even if the answer is not completely correct, it is the closest to perfect answer today. "

As soon as these words came out, all the detectives turned off their lights immediately. Unexpectedly, Yang Zile, who looked young, was actually a postdoctoral returnee.

Jian Yi lowered his head and stared at the color photocopied page for a long while, but had no answer, so he could only look at the boy who had just finished eating shrimp and big black ginseng.

"Lorraine, can you understand?"

The young man slowly wiped his lips, glanced at the copied page casually, took a pen and wrote down two sentences on the paper, and marked his own number at the end of the page.

"Okay?" Jianyi raised his eyebrows in disbelief while holding the paper.

"Hmm." Lorraine slightly raised his chin in the direction of the butler, motioning for Jianyi to hand in the answer.

Check nod, fold the paper, and hand over the paper, pen and color copy to the housekeeper in full view.

Just like the first person to hand in the paper in the examination room, Jianyi felt that he was baptized by countless eyes.

The young man had a natural expression, his amber eyes swept across the decorations in the hall of the mansion.

Many detectives who can't understand at all know how to retreat in the face of difficulties. After all, writing weird and outrageous answers is not just as simple as losing face.

In less than half an hour, half of the detectives in the hall were gone.

The remaining detectives struggled to use a translator to translate the ancient Roman text on the copy, and came up with a bunch of nonsense information, each with a tangled frown.

As the first person to hand in the answer, Lorraine leisurely began to eat fruit, and after a while, a middle-aged man in a black coat came over with a pen and paper, squeezed his face to wrinkle into a chrysanthemum Yue, sitting next to Lorraine, handed over the pen and paper.

"I'm not interested in remuneration. You help me pass this level, and I will protect your safety for free."

Jian Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, this is a bright grabbing job!

The middle-aged man has short black-gray hair, dark eyes that look stable, and a straight nose. He doesn't look like a Chinese. The man is wearing a gray suit under a black coat, which looks like a gentleman.

Jian Yi smiled at the man, "I'm sorry, I'm responsible for the safety of this little gentleman."

"Really?" The middle-aged man raised his eyes, with a subtle smile in his eyes.

"What do you think if I beat him to the ground?" The middle-aged man looked at Lorraine with a look of seeking advice in his eyes.

Lorraine sat firmly on the chair, leaning on the side of her face with one hand, and smiled at the two men.

"Let's go outside." The middle-aged man got up, took off his black coat, and placed it beside Lorraine.

"Are you afraid that it won't look good if you lose here?" Jian Yi didn't show any weakness.

Watching the two go out, many detectives looked at the young man who had nothing to do with them, lowered their eyes to the paper brought by the middle-aged man, and quickly wrote a few words.

"I don't know if his writing is correct or not, so we started fighting." Several detectives were a little puzzled, "The first one to hand in the paper may not necessarily be the correct answer."

When the housekeeper counted down the half-hour, when the countdown was approaching, the middle-aged man and Jian Yi walked into the hall one after the other. Both of them had scars on their faces, but Jian Yi's blue eyes were more obvious.

Lorraine sat leisurely on the chair, holding the written paper between his fingers.

The middle-aged man took the paper with a smile. He was not annoyed when he saw the simple lines on it. He just added his own number at the end and handed it to the housekeeper as soon as possible before the countdown ended.

"Next, Mr. Yang Zile and I will screen your answers, and the detectives who hear the numbers can stay. Regardless of whether the work is successful or not, these detectives will get a certain reward." The housekeeper bowed to the detectives and brought He left with a pile of answers, leaving a group of detectives waiting anxiously for the results.

The middle-aged man sat beside Lorraine and stretched out a hand, "Hi, my name is Arthur."

"Lorraine." The boy stretched out his hand and shook it with the man.

Next, Arthur didn't ask Lorraine a word about the contents of the revelation, but just sat beside the boy, waiting quietly.

Jianyi found ice cubes and put them on his eye sockets. Seeing this, Arthur also took a pack of ice cubes and pressed them on the corner of his mouth.

In less than 10 minutes, the butler came back with a thin piece of paper in his hand, with a few numbers written on it.

"No. 67, No. 94, and No. 101. Please stay with the three detectives. Mr. Yang will officially entrust the three."

Checking a glance at the boy's number 122 and Arthur's number 94, he frowned slightly.

It doesn't make sense, Arthur's answer was written by the young man, is there any reason why what he wrote is wrong, but what he wrote for others is correct?

"Huh?" Arthur glanced at the young man with some puzzlement in his eyes.

The butler paused, "There is Mr. Detective No. 122, Mr. Yang Zile, and I want to discuss some issues with you."

The detectives who were not called got up one after another, and left the hall regretfully. The boy still sat firmly in his seat, his face remained calm from beginning to end.

"You are No. 122, right?" The butler came down from the stage and stood in front of the young man with surprise in his eyes.

"Mr. Yang Zile, I would like to discuss some issues with you, would you like to?"

"I don't want to." Lorraine raised his eyes indifferently.

The butler stood there, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Yang Zile is willing to pay you, and you can read the half of "Smithfield Secret Order" at will, what do you think?"

The young man lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then got up expressionlessly.

"lead the way."