Demon Sage

"If I had known that they were two handsome gentlemen, I would not have hired you by letter."

Inside the cafe, a prominent noble lady looked at the detective and assistant sitting opposite her with hot eyes.

"Cough cough... The information you provided is detailed enough to ensure that you can take the photos you want as soon as possible."

Donald, who was sipping his coffee, almost choked on the coffee, coughed twice, picked up the camera provided by the other party from the table, and said repeatedly.

"No hurry, take your time. If you have the opportunity, do you two have time to discuss with me the idea of ​​follow-up actions tonight?"

The woman in her thirties raised her eyebrows, which was already a naked hint... No, it was an explicit indication.

She wants everything!

So the two hurriedly bowed their heads and drank dry coffee, expressing that they would take money to do things, and would never waste time!

Outside, no matter what, stay away from the cafe first, the lady may have a strong sense of revenge because of her husband's actions.

If we go on talking, I'm afraid something will happen.

"Where shall we find Mr. Griffin, the Opera House or the underground tavern in Preston?"

Donald took the camera and tried to take pictures. In order to ensure that the key pictures could be recorded, he had to prepare in advance.

The entertainment of the nobles is naturally different from that of ordinary people. The Opera House that Donald knows is a place, and this underground tavern is equivalent to the existence of the clubhouse in the previous life, which is specially opened for these upper-class figures.

"It's all wrong, we're going to take special photos, do you think we can take them in these public places? At least when there are outsiders, Mr. Griffin wants to protect his reputation, only the occasions he thinks are completely private, Indulgence begins, and as far as I know there is only one place that can satisfy this behavior."

Picking up the paper and putting it in front of Donald, he pointed to the place where the target person frequented by Mrs. Griff had written in advance.

private reception

A noble or capitalist who has never held a private reception cannot be said to be a person with status and status, because just from a reception, you can see the financial resources, contacts, etc. of the organizer, and those who are not strong enough are afraid to hold it. This kind of drinking party, it will only add to the jokes.

And this kind of activity is also divided into small and large. Sherlock is naturally talking about small receptions. There are not many people participating in this type of activity. Most of them are a few 'like-minded' friends who get together to study things that everyone likes. Small club.

Some people like ships, some like fine statues, and still others like pocket watches.

Mr. Griffin's hobby is single and simple - women.

Needless to say, the nature of the private reception he participated in was naturally. Mrs. Griffin also highlighted it in the cafe. There is a reception in this regard today.

Desire-themed private receptions, although there may be only 3 to 5 men in the real participants of the private reception, but there are absolutely no shortage of women.

When there are more people, manpower is needed to arrange the reception site and prepare the melon and fruit catering.

In the evening of the same day, two people wearing uniform uniforms and five others appeared at the back entrance of a private mansion.

The camera was placed in the satchel they carried with them, and there were also two firearms in it.

This is the central area of ​​Preston City. The people who live here are either rich or expensive.

"How did you find a way to get someone from the agency to introduce us to the private reception here?"

To participate in today's reception, they must go through an intermediary. This type of reception is not an ordinary venue. It is difficult for strangers to participate directly.

"The way? I just told him that we are friends of the host of the reception, and we want to give him a surprise, and then we only need 1 gold pound for the confidentiality fee, and the other party believes it... In fact, I think we only need to give 1 shilling will do."

The agency is only responsible for finding someone to help at the reception.

Who will go, who will not go.

In the end, it's all about their words.

The organizers of the reception don't care who the waiters are, and their noble status does not allow them to remember these insignificant people.

Soon someone opened the door and saw that he was dressed like a housekeeper.

"The reception will start in the evening. What you have to do now is to arrange the venue as I want as quickly as possible..."

It should have been held many times for such receptions. The housekeeper is very experienced, from the layout of the venue to the small time of the dishes.

Since the reception had not officially started yet, and Mr. Griffin did not appear, the two were busy at the venue, along with a male waiter and two female waiters.

The three of them probably knew each other, and they were talking and laughing while taking care of the venue.

"Recently, there are fewer and fewer parties. Do you know any other hotels that are short of people? I think maybe I have to find a stable job as a waiter."

A waitress was putting a plate of preserved fruit on the table, as if she had remembered something, she turned around and asked everyone.

"So you have this feeling too, I thought I was the only one who found out that I could go to at least 5 receptions a week to help, but this week only 3 today~www.wuxiahere.com~ Another waitress was very impressed. Consistently took a sentence.

"It's normal. You should have heard about the recent disappearance of a young girl. Those bigwigs are worried. How dare they let their daughter go out at will at night, and there is no need to hold a cocktail party without the lady's participation. Don't you realize that? Has the recent reception been changed to the evening? Oh, this one is an exception, it is special after all..."

Hearing about the girl's disappearance, Sherlock, who was stealing snacks, and Donald, who had been persuading him, immediately perked up their ears.

"You say, when will this case be solved? It's been almost three weeks now, and the police department doesn't even have a decent explanation. At this rate, we're probably going to lose our jobs, but I heard that the murderer is getting more and more serious. The more rampant it gets, will even men be arrested in the future?"

Sherlock deliberately brought up this topic, but there were still crumbs of snacks on the corner of his mouth that he hadn't wiped clean.

"Who said it wasn't... I didn't wipe it clean."

He echoed, winked at Sherlock, and whispered to him to quickly wipe his mouth.

"Don't worry, you won't catch men, and our two young ladies don't have to worry."

The male waiter next to him smiled mysteriously and his tone was very determined.

Put on an expression of coming to ask me, this limelight, I made up my mind.

"It seems that this gentleman must know some information that others don't know. No wonder when I first saw you, I thought you were not simple. If you put on a black trench coat and a silk top hat... Detective, I'm sure you have such talent!"

Glancing at Sherlock, who was still wiping his mouth with his cuff behind his back, Donald had recently learned a lot of flattery in order to make his boss happy.

It really speaks to people's hearts.