I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

Fuheshier didn't remember Fyodor's name in the end. He didn't like to remember a man's name, so he called him tactfully—a foreign boy.

This foreign teenager who looks afraid of the cold and has an exotic style is the personal luthier of Yingjiang, a rich woman.

Yingjiang is very fond of Fyodor, and he is full of praise. He also invites Fuheshier and Fuxi to watch him play the lyre.

Fuheshier was not very interested in classical music, and he was drowsy and yawned after listening to it.

Fuxi saw that he couldn't sit still, so she started to cut into the topic: "Miss Yingjiang, can you tell me about the supernatural phenomenon encountered in the manor?"

The violin stopped abruptly.

Fyodor lowered his eyes and coughed softly.

A gust of cool wind blew in from the window, and this gust made Fuxi cough at the same time.

She covered her mouth and went to close the window.

Because I was not tall enough, I barely touched the edge of the window handle when I stood on tiptoe.After tossing a few times, I couldn't close it.

"……so troublesome."

Fu Heisher's low-pitched complaint came from behind, and then a big hand stretched out directly above her hand, grabbed the handle easily, and with a little force, it closed tightly.

Fuxi's heels landed on the ground, her body leaned back slightly, and her back just hit the chest of the person behind her.

As expected of being a cowherd, Fuheshier has a proud body capital, and his chest muscles are quite developed.

Fuxi not only saw and touched it, but also painted on it, and painted buttons with patterns.

I can't tell whether it is because I want to interrupt the other party's little boy's career, or because of some unthinkable psychology of my own.

Fortunately, the relationship between them has eased a lot.

When eating, she will help Fuheshier cut his favorite food, he prefers meat and liver, and she will cut the foie gras into the shape of cat's claw.

Fu Heisher would also stop and wait for her from time to time while walking. Although his expression was a little impatient, he never urged her.

At first he thought she was too slow, so he wanted to carry her on the road.

Fuxi refused, she said that one day she couldn't even walk the road by herself, it would be useless.

Fuheshier still gave her some respect after all.

He also warned Fuxi not to use his arsenal as a trash can, but when she stuffed the colorful stones picked up on the road into it, he just scolded and didn't throw them away for her.

Just like it is now, while feeling troublesome, at the same time, he will help out at the same time.

Ying Jiang waited until they sat down before saying: "Since last month, things have been lost in the manor. It's not valuables, most of them are flowers in the garden."

Fuxi looked at her garden in the afternoon, there are at least two hundred varieties.There are precious color-changing tulips and common sunflowers, which are not specially differentiated and planted one by one.

Fuxi asked: "What kind of flowers were stolen?"

"The colored tulips were stolen on the first day. I thought the other party stole them for money." After a pause, Yingjiang continued, "But the ones that were stolen on the second day were purple sunflowers and carnations that were worthless. Flowers. The ones that were stolen yesterday were sunflowers."

"Catch a lot of sunflowers by the side of the road." Fu Heisher interrupted, "The purpose of the criminal should not be money."

If he was a criminal, he would only steal valuable flowers.

"It may also be to deceive people and make others think that they are stealing flowers." Fuxi said slowly, "Actually, they have taken a fancy to other things in this manor."

Ying Jiang's expression suddenly became tense, she pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.

Fu Heisher turned his head and found that she was looking at Fuxi, and the latter's eyes couldn't be said to lack kindness——

It's like two knives.

Sensing his gaze, when she looked towards him, Fuxi's eyes instantly became the same as usual.

...What is this brat thinking again?

Fu Heisher asked: "Miss Yingjiang, have you checked the surveillance?"

"I've seen it many times." Ying Jiang frowned, "But I didn't see anything in the surveillance, so—"

Fu Heisher continued her words: "That's why you suspect that the curse spirit committed the crime, right?"

"Yes. About the curse spirit, I only heard it from others, and I have never seen it with my own eyes."

"Ordinary people can't see the magic spirit." Fuheshier said with interest, "For a rich person like you, the magician will usually give priority to solving the magic spirit. Do you know that I am not a magician?" ?”

Kong Shiyu's agency is a black agency, and the people who will find him to do things will probably not be good people.

"I—" Yingjiang's lips moved, and just after she said a word, Fu Heisher interrupted her.

"Miss, you don't need to answer if you feel embarrassed. Whether it's a curse spirit or a human being, as long as the price is right, I will settle it for you."

As a magician killer, he hoped that the opponent was a human instead of a curse spirit.

That would be interesting.

"Actually, I have looked for it." Yingjiang switched the phone to the call record interface, "I have contacted the person in charge of Gaozhuan more than once."

Fuhesher: "Huh?"

"I said it doesn't matter even if I'm a student, at least send a conjurer to help me, but he said it's very busy, the students all went abroad last week."

Fuxi: "Huh?"

Yesterday they also met Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, students of the high school in the ramen restaurant...

"You didn't make the wrong call, did you?" Fu Heisher touched his chin, "According to what I know about those guys, the magician should be arranged as soon as someone calls for help."

Even if it is known that it is not the reason of the curse spirit, it will give the seeker an explanation.

This is what the magician means to ordinary people.

"It's not a mistake." Ying Jiang said, "Mr. Kong Shiyu sold me Gaozhuan's number. Gaozhuan refused to provide help, so I had no choice but to ask you for help."

Fu Heisher knew that Kong Shiyu was a man. Although he was extremely greedy for money, it was not easy for black intermediaries to do business. It all depended on word of mouth. In order to accumulate word of mouth in the industry, he would never sell fake products.

Besides, Gaozhuan's phone number is not absolutely confidential.

After watching the surveillance of the manor, it was indeed as Yingjiang said, that there was nothing abnormal.

The thief may be cunning or honest, but only steals one flower at a time.

"He, maybe he was just giving it away." Fyodor, who has not spoken, speculated.

"You only give one flower as a gift? You still rely on stealing." Fu Heisher complained, "Who can you catch up with?"

"In Mr. Fu Hei's dictionary, can flowers only be given to lovers?"

"Otherwise? As a foreign boy, you send flowers to all the female students in the class?"

Fyodor was silent.

Fuxi tugged at Heisher's sleeve: "If you could, what flowers would you give?"

"Why tell you... Roses, don't you always give them on Valentine's Day?" Fu Heisher actually has no experience in sending flowers, but he often receives flowers, and most of them are red roses.

"Where is Fyodor?"

"Me?" Fyodor tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Give him the flowers he likes."

"What if you don't know what flowers the other person likes?"

"Then guess, or—" Fyodor looked at the garden in front of him, "send each flower once?"

Fu Heisher boldly speculated: "It's not someone from Gaozhuan who wants to send flowers to someone, so come here to steal flowers every day, so Gaozhuan covers up the flower thief - nonsense, I would rather believe that I am a master of spells The next headmaster."

His cell phone rang at this moment.

Caller ID is an unfamiliar number.

He pressed the answer button, and the voice of the woman from before came again: "Master, please help me, my Xingji must still be alive! They lied to me, I don't believe them."

Again!

Fu Heisher was so angry that he lost his temper: "Are you looking for your son?"

"Yes, I am looking for my Xingji." The woman cried, "He is five years old this year, he has grown up to five years old like that, and he has always been very strong, no matter how painful he is, he will not cry—"

"Madam, you are looking for your son. I suggest you call the police. 110 is free of charge." Fu Heisher sighed deeply, "I beg you, don't call me again, I'm a bad person."

After hanging up the phone, he found that several other people were thoughtful, and waved their mobile phones: "Looking for my son to find the magician killer is here, and I can make a report on the annual sand sculpture news."

Yingjiang doesn't care about this matter, all she cares about is the thief.

"All the flowers in this manor can be stolen, I don't care. Even everything here doesn't matter. Only this gem must be protected."

At this point, Yingjiang pulled out the necklace around his neck, and the pendant was a pure blue water drop gemstone.

Fuxi never took her eyes off the gem after it was revealed.

His eyes are heavy and calm.

"Hey."

A hand waved twice in front of her eyes before she shifted her gaze from the gemstone to Fuheisher's face.

"Stupid?" Fu Heisher withdrew his hand and said with his chin in his hand, "You know you want to like gems so early?"

He has met many wealthy women, and has a certain ability to discern jewels. From the appearance, he can tell that Yingjiang's neck is a rare treasure.

Fuxi shook her head: "I'm not interested in this kind of pebble. Its composition is aluminum oxide, mixed with some trace elements."

Fu Heisher was speechless for a while, and patted her on the head before saying, "You are so sour."

Mingming stared straight at him, but insisted on saying that he was not interested in Xiao Shizi.

"It's not acid, it's just that I'm really not interested." Fuxi explained, "Now the technology is very advanced. If you like it, I can go to Mafia's laboratory and make a bunch for you."

Oh, and a bunch of them together.

Fu Heisher gave her a blank look, then hooked his fingers at her again: "Come here, let me tell you a secret of mine."

"what?"

Fuxi really came over, and Fuheshier leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice and said, "I actually hate money the most. They are just paper with patterns printed on it."

"..."

The author says:

Even Secret 1: In fact, I am a person who regards money as dung.

Even Secret 2: In fact, I am a man of three virtues and nine strengths.

Even Secret 3: Actually, I am the president of the Anti-Gambling Association.

Even Secret 4: In fact, I have been anonymously donating to the High School of Conjuration.

Fuxi: I'll give you money, don't talk anymore.