Why is it him?
A slightly thin figure, always with his head down and covering his mouth and coughing, who else could it be but Leon Cornerell?
"Ahem...Good afternoon detective...Ahem!"
Li Ang asked through his cough.
"As you can see...I am temporarily homeless now...hmm."
"So you'll take me in? I can help you weed your yard."
"As long as you give me something to eat."
Half a minute later, Li Ang was lying on the table in the living room and wolfing down his food, praising the girl's cooking skills loudly as he ate.
Lily stared at him with a stern look on her face.
Because what Li Ang ate was actually the dog food from lunch.
Hitzfeld was a little embarrassed, mainly because she hadn't expected any sudden guests and hadn't prepared that much food.
But Li Ang probably doesn’t know…it’s better not to tell him about this.
"so."
After waiting for the guests to eat and drink their fill, both parties sat on the sofa and began to talk.
"Were you kicked out of your home?"
"Some people in the Cornerel family are against the theory of equality." Leon was paralyzed on the sofa, picking his teeth with a toothpick. "Among them is my uncle who is in power. They think I was bewitched by a traitor, so they kicked me out."
"The Security Bureau won't accept you?"
"Oh, he's controlling all of our family's relationships in the bureau. Now the atmosphere on both sides is tense. At least this is all I can do until the director comes back."
"I won't take you in."
Hitzfeld decided to explain it to him.
There are only female residents in this house now. If a grown man moves in rashly, it will have a bad impact on the neighbors.
"You can pay for my rent."
Li Ang waved his hand.
"I don't care. I can do anything."
Does this bitch know what he is talking about.
Hitzfeld's eyes widened.
He acted like he was the host. Did I beg him?
"Of course, I don't live and eat for free."
As if he finally realized the problem of politeness, Li Ang quickly reached into his arms, rummaged around, and took out a crumpled envelope.
He handed the envelope to Hitzfeld and said to her, "This is business."
"This is what I rely on to relieve my boredom during this period."
Chapter 2 Train Murder Case 1
Hitzfeld took the envelope and his first impression was that it was very thick.
It's a bit like the kind of bribe letter, where there's something else stuffed in addition to the letter paper.
But if it was that kind of thing, the person who handed it to her wouldn't have to rely on her for food and shelter. She immediately denied the idea and asked the other person, "Photo?"
"It seems you are experienced." Li Ang raised his eyebrows, "Open it and take a look."
He opened the envelope and first took out a stack of black and white photos.
Hitzfeld wanted to read the contents of the letter first and didn't intend to pay much attention to them. But after her eyes moved to the first photo, she couldn't move away and just kept staring at her. Such calmness and indifference made Ashley, who was watching, a little scared.
In order to interrupt this atmosphere, Ashley chose to go to the dining table to get them a can of milk tea and try to wake her up with the sound of cups clinking.
Hitzfeld didn't appreciate it: "Thank you Ashley... I don't want to drink this, just pour him some, I'll just drink water."
Milk tea is really a simple thing, it can be made with just a little tinkering. But Hitzfeld doesn't really like milk tea, as can be seen from her aversion to most dairy products. She has never had a sip of milk tea in her two lifetimes.
She was just fiddling with these things because she had nothing to do, and she also wanted to help Ashley improve her taste for food.
Ashley was confused and inertialy followed her instructions to serve the guests drinks.
But Li Ang stopped her: "I know this is not polite, but I still have to thank you before refusing..."
"I don't dare drink flavored drinks." Seeing Ashley's eyes widen, he curled his lips and added, "I can taste anything added to water, but it's different for other drinks... Just think of it as an occupational disease."
"Then what about your food?" Ashley still didn't understand, "Wouldn't it be the same if someone poisoned the food?"
"So I don't eat complicated cooking or food with too many seasonings." Li Ang nodded, "Steaming or boiling, and simple grilling... She does a good job. Ordinary steaks don't have much toppings, which is just right for me."
But that's for dogs to eat.
Ashley turned and glanced at Lily.
No wonder this man praised Heath's cooking skills at that time...
"When did this happen?" Hitzfeld had quickly scanned the letter, but she did not put the paper down. Instead, she started scanning it a second time, questioning Leon at the same time.
"Less than half a day." Li Ang said, then raised his eyebrows: "It's written in the letter."
"I mean, where did you get it?"
"I went to look through the mail at the post office after I arrived at the station, because I knew there might be some letters describing the cases that happened during this period, so I took one."
"It's that simple?"
"Otherwise, I've been exiled. It's impossible for some magical bird to catch it and give it to me."
"Your level is not called exile." Hitzfeld first corrected him, then frowned and looked at him a few more times, with something in his mind that he didn't know whether he should say or not.
She was sure that Li Ang was talking nonsense to her.
What do you mean by "took a letter"? It's not that simple. Most likely, his initial idea was to look for "valuable cases" in those letters, and then he could use the information to pretend to be a Shadow Lion agent and use his identity to get free food and drinks at the local police station.
Well he doesn't have to pretend...he just is.
Then - Hitzfeld could imagine the scene at that time - he must have touched this particularly thick envelope from a pile of envelopes, and then, with a "righteous", "dignified" and "bribery-catching" mentality, he decisively fished it out.
When he opened it, he found that there was no money inside, so he had to humble himself and ask for help.
Quite funny.
It also gave her a better understanding of Leon Cornerell's character and personality.
He was not like Darent.
Darent was just talking nonsense, but Leon was really capable of doing crazy things - it could be said that in this respect he was closer to the Baker Street detective than anyone else.
"So." She pinched the edge of the letter and rolled her eyes at him, "You want me to cooperate with you and we can solve this case together."
"That's right." Li Ang nodded. "They want to ask the man in black for help... I am him. And I also brought you business, which just offsets the cost of food and accommodation."
What do you mean by offsetting each other? You are simply getting something for nothing!
Hitzfeld's head started to hurt again, and she had to reach out and massage her head like she had done when she stood at the door of Ashley's bedroom a few minutes ago.
Having had experience of traveling together in the dream world, she had a certain understanding of Agent Cornerel, not to mention that they had cooperated to trick some people later, so they should be considered allies.
Allies—just allies.
She was very sure that she was not that close to the other person, definitely not to the point of being friends.
Would it get me into trouble if I intervened rashly?
She didn't know much about the Cornerel family. She only knew that they were once prominent, and although they lost their titles, they still controlled the taxation power of some channels, and were an absolute powerful network of people.
Helping Li Ang this time would definitely offend his uncle. When Xia came back and knew about this, he would probably directly eliminate Cornerel's faction, and the hatred level would definitely increase step by step.
But if I don’t do this, how can I get to know them?
She began to ask herself questions in her heart.
The trip to the beach made her reflect on many things, not just the theory of equality, but also her desire to use her abilities to help Xia Yibing more.
Although I am now favored by Erwin and have close relationships with high-ranking officials like Xia, I am still a rootless duckweed.
When these people left her and no longer provided her with help, she was left with nothing but useless fame and connections.
This is not okay.
She has to learn to be independent in this area.
Otherwise, how can we talk about protecting her...or even giving back to her in the future through this?
So Hitzfeld has made up his mind.
She shook the letter and looked at Li Ang again.
Li Ang was also looking at her, and when he saw her looking at him, he tilted his head.
"...You came here immediately after receiving the letter. Did you have any contact with anyone else in the meantime?"
"Yes."
“How many people in your family support you?”
"Not many, but there are some... Actually it's just the habit of pure-blood families. They like to play two-faced."
"Pure-blood family?"
"We have a long tradition." Li Ang nodded.
"You know, when you have enough distant relatives, you can avoid marrying outsiders."
Hitzfeld had no interest in studying other people's family affairs, and was satisfied after making sure that he was not a discarded pawn.
She began to pay more attention to the case.
The content of the letter was very simple. It only described the location, possible time and situation of the crime. It then said in a very formal tone that the local police might be unable to solve such a matter and hoped that Port Wayne would send a commissioner as soon as possible.
The signature is Rand-Ann.
Hey.
This is an old acquaintance of hers.
Pursing her lips, the girl put down the letter, took the stack of black and white photos, and began to look at the one on top carefully.
This could be a homicide.
The body of the deceased was found on Xinlei Line 4. He fell on the outer edge of the rear section of a carriage, which was a place for passengers to get some fresh air and smoke.
With this kind of incident, the newly developed Xinlei Line 4 naturally could not operate. They simply stopped the business and left all the passengers behind, looking very obedient and letting the police deal with them.
The good news is that there aren't many passengers on this trip.
Including the crew, there were only eighteen people in all the carriages.
This may be because it is a new route - information transmission is still relatively closed now, and people are used to traveling along the old routes, so there are very few people on this trip.
The bad news is that when the police arrived they couldn't figure out how the person died.
The deceased was an elderly man, about 50 years old, tall and straight, wearing a thick black felt coat, and matching items including gloves, a cane, a felt hat and a suitcase.
There were no scars on his body, no excessive blood loss, and no drug residue, but he just fell there with a distorted and terrified expression on his face.
Perhaps they reported the matter because of the strangeness of his death. After all, he looked like he was frightened to death. There are not many people in the world who can scare a living person to death.
The letter did not mention his name, but most of the photos were close-ups of him. Hitzfeld carefully observed the pale and distorted faces in the photos, his eyes wandering around the dead body, and finally fell on one of the photos, staring at that angle - only this angle showed the tip of his cane.
There was a line of letters engraved there.
Pronouncing it in Saray, she guessed his name should be Yanke.
Yanke Temple.
Chapter 3 Train Murder Case 2
"Ring-ling——"
Just as Hitzfeld was analyzing the information, unfortunately, the doorbell rang again.
