The vest magic changes the earth

Alan woke up the next day to be scratched by a fat cat. A huge cat's face was stuck in front of his face, and Alan could feel the furry whiskers scratching his face.

Alan's dazed, mushy brain hadn't reacted to the recent upheaval in his life.At that moment, he thought he was still living at home, with golden winter jasmine blooming outside the window, and the faint fragrance of wood smelling from his nose.

His first thought was, when did the family raise a cat?

Then, Allen heard the cat let out a rough bass: "Hey, get up."

Allen woke up with a jerk and saw the ceiling of his small office. There was a water leak in the corner before, and a yellow spot fainted.

He yanked the fat cat off his body, sat up, and was ready to wash.Garfield is worthy of the name of the orange cat, and Allen was oppressed with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

During this period, Fat Cat was still chattering in his ear: "Hurry up, I'm going to look into that theft case, we can't let the mystery cause harm to ordinary people."

Allen spit out the foam in his mouth, "You just want to go and see in other people's kitchens."

"Cough." Fat Cat coughed dryly and gave him a paw, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go quickly."

The Capet House is located in the suburbs of New York.

Looking from a distance, the whole house is white, elegant and beautiful.

When Allen arrived, many cars had parked near the mansion.It should be the private investigator who came to investigate again today and report the results.He packed Fat Cat in a backpack, zipped it up and slipped in.

He walked into a room in the indicated direction, where the invited private investigators had already gathered.

When Allen entered, there were already more than a dozen people in the room, sitting and standing, obviously headed by the respected old detective before. His name was Wilson, and most people would respectfully call him Mr. Wilson.

Anne, the female detective who comforted him before, was also inside, turned her head and saw Alan, and smiled at him.

Allen greeted his colleagues in the room and sat down in a corner.

He scanned the people in the room, and it seemed that a few people hadn't come, and Alan felt a little doubt in his heart.This seems unreasonable. After all, Mr. Capet is generous, and this case is full of people who are stupid and quick to pay.

And the one who let go of the duck that was eaten in his mouth?

Before Allen could think of a reason, someone in the room spoke first.It was the old detective, who coughed and stood up.

"Misters and ladies, the case is urgent and I will directly enter the topic, did everyone find any clues during yesterday's investigation?

I suggest that we share all the things we have investigated. This case cannot be completed by a single person.After the case is solved, I will distribute the honorarium according to the contribution made.I vouch for fairness with my last name and my decades of credibility in the industry in New York. "

The detectives looked at each other. Although they were all ready to cooperate, none of them wanted to be the first to speak. More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Mr. Wilson.

The scene fell into an awkward silence.

The old detective Wilson was left in the middle, calm and relaxed. He smiled slightly and said, "Let's start with me. Judging from the shape of the ring, it doesn't look like something that can be found in the United States. It's an antique from Europe." , This kind of antique is not something ordinary smugglers can handle.

"So I asked someone to investigate the special smuggling channels. Everyone knows that there are always some rich people who like to collect some things that are not in compliance with the regulations and are very curious, such as mummies. This ring is a small thing, I Asked him to check the inflow list on the west coast, the result was no.

"That is to say, in the large-scale antique smuggling business, this ring does not exist. But I heard something from the broker. A salvage team at sea found an ancient three-masted ship. It was very strange. It was Floating at sea, nobody. The point is, there is one thing missing from the antiques that the salvage company brought out of that ship."

He paused, seeing that everyone was listening to him carefully, and continued: "It was a ring, and the company that salvaged it didn't disclose the specific details of the lost item. As for that company, further investigation is needed."

"I'm done." Mr. Wilson smiled, his gray beard shaking, "Is there any other news?"

Yingqi's female detective Annie said: "My partner and I investigated the underground trading market, and there is no transaction record about the ring. There is no news that similar antiquities are about to be sold."

Mr. Wilson nodded.

Allen shared the news he got from Littal, and at the same time hinted at the price of the news, hoping to be compensated.

Allen was actually a little embarrassed. After all, the price of the news Mr. Wilson got was definitely much higher than his, but he didn't hint at any reimbursement.

But he changed his mind again, this old man is so rich, as a new generation of poverty in the industry, I want some subsidies... It's not too much.

Mr. Capet paid the bill anyway.

The fat cat made the sound of kicking and struggling in the backpack. Allen had to block it with his body. It seemed to be covered enough in the backpack.The main reason for its fierce resistance, Allen deduced, may be that someone farted quietly, and the smell spread along the chairs.

Allen leaned back hard, pressed the fat cat, and continued to participate in the discussion.

His clue and Wilson's clue can basically be related, which is a surprising coincidence.

Someone asked: "Mr. Wilson, you have always communicated with Mr. Cape. Mr. Cape didn't tell us how the ring was purchased? This is very important for the investigation."

Old Wilson shrugged: "No, I asked. Mr. Capet said he had no comment."

"It might be important!" said the detective emphatically.He was stocky and strong, with a short dark brown beard and bright blue eyes, and he looked lean and intelligent.

"I also know that this is very important. But the employer is the biggest, he always wants to keep some little secrets of himself, we can only respect it, can't we?" Wilson curled his lips.

Allen could see that Old Wilson seemed very dissatisfied with this.

What is the origin of Capet's ring, and what can he not say?

The detectives talked for a while longer, and honestly, nothing came of it.There are clues to the origin of the ring, but the whereabouts are still unknown.

"Theft is usually for the purpose of selling. But there is no news. Could it be sent to other regions or abroad?" Old Wilson replied.

"This kind of unclean antique can't pass the customs. I have asked someone to watch the smuggling channel. There is no news so far."

"The sticking point may be with the original seller, but if you leave New York State ... that's a problem."

"Yes." The detectives talked one after another.

Allen listened to their conversation while using his own weight to pin the fat cat into the backpack on the chair.

He had a feeling that he had been feeling this attraction ever since he felt it in the collection cabinet that day, dimly, but in this city.

Attract him, let him feel.

"It's still in New York!" Allen broke into the conversation suddenly.

The discussion was suddenly interrupted by the words of affirmation, and the detectives all looked over. Old Wilson asked, "Simmons, do you have any clues?"

"No..." Allen was a little embarrassed, "That's how I feel."

"Ha, detectives need to feel to solve cases, so why didn't Capet find a spirit witch?" Someone mocked him, it was the capable blue-eyed detective who asked the question before.

"Don't say that, Morrison," Wilson advised him. "The clues brought by Mr. Simmons are very important." He turned to Allen again, "Detective Simmons, can you continue to investigate the clues of the leader of the Black Blood Alliance? This may be very important."

Allen nodded, this should have been investigated by him.

The door was knocked suddenly, and the voice of the butler of the Capet mansion sounded, "Thank you for your hard work. Please let us stay for lunch."

He stood at the door and made a guiding gesture: "Please follow me."

Allen stood up with the others, and handed over the results of their investigations to Butler Capet.After a while, Wilson will report these together to Mr. Capet, a big dog.

They just need to enjoy a prepared lunch for now.

Detective Anne winked at him, "Capet is from France, and their French cuisine should be excellent."

Allen hummed twice, and he walked, looking out mischievously, still remembering the fat cat in the backpack and the promise to the fat cat.

Hope Mr. Capet's kitchen is easier to find and not get caught, he sighed inwardly.

They were ushered into the hall, where a table was set and the detectives were all given a delicious lunch.Flame crepes and vegetarian bisques and things like that.

Allen found an excuse to leave and let the fat cat out.

Not to mention, this cat is heavy enough, and his shoulders are sore.

Fat Cat looked at him expectantly as soon as he landed, and Allen pointed in a direction. He had observed it, and the servant served the dishes in a room in that direction.

"So there's good food there."

“Under normal circumstances, the chef will put the prepared things on the carts outside and the waiters will take them away. They will leave after the dishes are finished, and someone will come to clean up after the banquet, so there will be a period of time in the kitchen. Expect."

Allen said, "In order to ensure freshness, the top-quality ingredients are transported to various places by air in the morning. It's only noon, and I think there is definitely a chance. Be careful when you go in, and I will guard you outside."

"Jump out of the window. A good chef will choose a kitchen with windows for the convenience of ventilation."

"No problem." The fat cat licked its paw. "You know these things well."

"I watched the documentary." Allen fooled it casually.

They slipped along the corridor, and Allen suddenly caught sight of a black figure flashing past the window from the corner of his eye.

At the same time, the hair on the fat cat's tail exploded, and at the same time, a low growl came out of its throat, "Who?!"

Its amber pupils are wide open, like transparent golden beads under the light, its body is bent down and ready to go, its muscles collapsed into a smooth arc, and it looks like it has the ferocity of a predator.