Chapter 17 Compromise

"Hello, um... yes, I'm Zuo Yan... No... Evelina and I are not the kind of relationship you imagined... That... Anyway... Do you know everything? Okay... um... He's standing in front of me... Okay. Update the fastest" After Zuo Yan briefly talked to the person on the other end of the phone, he raised his head, looked at Sheriff Doster, and said, "Sheriff, please answer the phone."

"Huh?" Doster was stunned instinctively when he heard it, and thought to himself, "Is this kid asking for a beating? It was you who came to the door and said you wanted to provide clues, but you suddenly made a phone call halfway through your words, and now you want me to answer it?"

"What call? Whose call? What are you doing?" Doster raised his voice and asked three times in a row.

Rather than saying it was a question, it was better to say it was three scoldings.

Zuo Yan responded helplessly: "Uh... The Minister of the Interior wants to say a few words to you."

"Who?" Doster widened his eyes, turned his head, and let his ears get closer to the other party. Obviously... he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Minister of the Interior..." Zuo Yan repeated the four words again, but when he said it the second time, his voice became lower and lower, and the last syllable was almost inaudible.

"Hehe..." Doster laughed in anger, "Why didn't you say it was the Prince of Wales who called?" He said, snatched the phone from Zuo Yan's hand, and shouted at the screen, "Hey! Bastard, do you know what the consequences of playing a prank on the police will be?"

After saying this, Doster held the phone and listened for about three seconds, and then the smile on his face froze.

Soon, Doster turned around and replied in a trembling voice: "S... SS... SE... Sir! Sorry, I didn't recognize you!" He held his chin with his hand and slowly resumed his normal speaking rhythm, "Yes, yes... I am Doster... I am really flattered that you can remember my name! Yes, yes... I still remember that dinner, you greeted me..."

What Doster said afterwards was only known to him and the Minister of the Interior, because while he was talking, he had already left the room with his mobile phone and went to a deserted place alone.

About seven minutes later, Doster returned to the reception room and looked at Zuo Yan with a very complicated look, and handed the mobile phone back politely.

"So... you are also a detective." Doster's tone when talking to Zuo Yan was still not very friendly, but compared to the attitude seven minutes ago... it was much better.

Zuo Yan thought for a few seconds and nodded: "I guess so..."

In fact, deep down, he wanted to deny it...

Because he was with detectives of Vidocq's level all day long, Zuo Yan always thought that he was not qualified to call himself a "detective", so usually, whenever he was asked this question, he would deny this identity and emphasize that he was just the director of the university's reasoning department.

However, this time the situation was special; in order to stay at the scene and intervene in the investigation, Zuo Yan did not hesitate to "use his connections". At this moment...to forcefully deny his detective identity and cause complications...was a bit too much.

"What do you mean by 'considered'? Zuo Yan is a very good detective." The next second, Feng Bujue looked proud and said to Doster, "Mr. Chief, we Chinese are generally very modest and low-key. Please bear with me if I show off."

Although he didn't hear the content of the call directly, based on the few words of Zuo Yan and Doster, Brother Jue has basically guessed the ins and outs of the call just now...

According to the setting in "Second-rate Detective and Cat", Zuo Yan is studying in a fictional university "Emperor Peak"; what is this school called? Let's put it this way... It's probably a university for normal humans that is more difficult to enter than Hogwarts.

To enter Emperor Peak for further studies, students generally have to meet three conditions: ability, wealth, and identity. Among them, the first two... that's easy to handle, as long as you can pass the perverted entrance test made by Difeng and your family happens to have tens of millions of dollars, you can meet the requirements; but as for the "identity"... how to say it... it's best to be the crown prince, which country is not important; if not the royal family... a little worse, aristocrats are also fine... at least if they can be related to aristocrats within three generations; if it's really not possible, the offspring of bureaucrats or chaebols are also fine, after all, some countries have a short history and have no aristocrats at all... but these officials and businessmen's children must pay more sponsorship fees, after all, you guys are more "vulgar", if you want to enter Difeng as a second-class citizen... you have to give the school at least 18 million every year.

In short... this is a school that can never exist in reality. Creatures like Long Aotian (the same goes for Mary Sue) are as common as crucian carp in Difeng, so it's not a big deal; those who don't have the name of "Long Aotian" due to appearance or bloodline are just academic masters and rich second-generations, and such people... can't find a girlfriend in Difeng.

Then, let's talk about Zuo Yan again... As the protagonist of the novel, he is different from others.

Zuo Yan's parents are experts in "archaeology". They travel around the world all year round and are rarely seen. Since he was old enough to understand, Zuo Yan has called his parents "male and female thieves". You can figure out the reason for this... Although his family is rich, his bloodline is not related to any powerful people. Logically, he should not be able to go to a school like Difeng.

Of course, there is no coincidence. In the year when Zuo Yan took the college entrance examination, Difeng tried a "reform". When recruiting students, the school relaxed the "identity" requirement a little bit. So, Zuo Yan, a "commoner", took advantage of the "policy" and got in...

Of course, "commoner" is just a derogatory term for Zuo Yan by some people in the school. To outsiders, he should also be classified as Long Aotian...

In summary, it is normal and common for Zuo Yan to talk directly with the Minister of the Interior of a foreign country.

To put it bluntly...he just called a classmate on the way here and asked him to help; then his classmate called his family and told him about the situation. As a result...in less than half an hour, the classmate's family got the matter settled.

From Feng Bujue's perspective, even if Zuo Yan did not hand the phone to Doster in front of him, it would not be difficult to infer how Zuo Yan intervened in the case...after all, Brother Jue already had the other party's background information.

Now that Jue Ge has heard keywords like "Evelina", he naturally knows exactly who Zuo Yan has asked for help.

"Okay, okay, two great detectives..." At this moment, in addition to helplessness, there is a hint of happiness in Doster's expression and tone; it seems... his tense nerves were finally torn apart by a broken jar mood, "In order not to be frustrated at work and not to eat shit physically... Next... I will retreat to the second line and be a spectator." He paused, "What about you two... do whatever you want, please feel free to start the investigation, and when you are done, please show me a clear way."

As he spoke, he took out a small metal bottle from the inner pocket of his shirt; the lid of the bottle was connected to the bottle mouth, and it opened with a pull. Doster picked up the bottle with one hand and poured a mouthful of unknown liquid into his mouth.

"Uh... is that wine?" Zuo Yan had already smelled the wine, and he asked knowingly.

"No, this is my blood. My ex-wife uses it to make afternoon tea every day..." After giving up the task, Doster's mysterious sense of humor suddenly came online. He seemed to use this self-deprecating rant to respond to Jue's previous comments on his living conditions, "... do you want to have a sip?"

"He's not old enough yet." Before Zuo Yan could reply, Feng Bujue responded first and took the small bottle of wine from the sheriff's hand, "And you... my Mr. Sheriff, you don't need this cheap stuff now..." After saying that, he tilted his neck and drank the remaining inferior wine in the small bottle, "I think we can check John's wine cellar first... see if there are any clues inside." (To be continued...)

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