The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 255 The Flail
"How is it?" He Nan picked up the plate, looked at Xueli who was stroking her stomach, and said with satisfaction, "Isn't it very delicious? Today's tomato scrambled eggs were fried very seriously, and I added innovation."

"...No matter how serious you are, it's just scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Xue Li complained so much after hearing him say that.

"I added potato cubes in it?" He Nan reminded her, "Don't you think it's very innovative?"

"Why don't you add some natto and fried chicken nuggets?" Shirley clicked her tongue and shook her head: "I didn't have the nerve to say it, you have to mention this...it's too bad."

"Uh. I think it's okay...the original tomato juice with potatoes..."

"Is there something wrong with your sense of taste?"

"..." He Nan fell silent.

He did think it was quite tasty.

So, it's all a matter of personal taste.

Just as Shirley lazily lay back on the sofa again, He Nan's cell phone rang.

He looked at the number and found that it belonged to the person who said he would entrust them to solve the case, so he roughly understood what the other party planned to talk about.

It must be a visit, let's communicate at a convenient time.

"Hello?" He Nan pressed the answer button and asked with great interest, "This is the detective agency of He Nan and Shirley."

The other party did not respond.

After a while, even hung up the phone.

He Nan was deeply puzzled by such an abnormal reaction.

"What did he say?" Shirley poked her head slightly out of Shirley's roll, with her arms around the pillow.

"Hung up without saying anything." He Nan shook his head, "I guess I dialed the number by mistake."

"Maybe you think the name of the firm is too low-end?"

"...Maybe a bit." He Nan admitted: "But this way of naming is straightforward? It can also emphasize who the detective is. While increasing the reputation of the firm, it also increases our reputation. Many companies are Named like this, such as KFC, Warner or something."

"But at the same time, it may also cause people to think that the name is too bad, which will affect the spread. Double-edged sword." Shirley thinks so: "...I think it will be changed sooner or later, and it will be more stylish and easy for the public to remember."

"Then... what do you think it should be changed to?"

"Hehehe... Let's change it after we move." Shirley turned over and said with a smile: "Or wait until you decide what our combination is called. From now on, our selling point will be super-powered detectives... You may receive various high-difficulty cases."

"Hmm..." He Nan fell into deep thought: "Do you like super detectives who drink sherry wine..."

"...remove the redundant words for me."

"...Like Shirley's superpower detective?"

"Hey...it's hopeless." Xue Li sighed deeply: "...After all, you don't seem to like drinking Shirley's Bar at all."

"It should be said that I don't like drinking...don't care what it tastes like." He Nan said this, when he suddenly heard the ringtone from his mobile phone, and he saw that it was the same number as before: "Oh, he's calling again."

Shirley didn't say a word, just looked at him quietly, waiting for new news.

After He Nan answered the phone, the client's voice came this time—he apologized for the situation just now, saying that the signal was too bad.Now you can talk normally.

"Ah, it's fine." He Nan got straight to the point: "May I ask if you called to make an appointment to meet?"

"Yes, that's right." The client said hastily, "Can I come over now?"

"Okay, we happen to be at home."

"That's great! Do I need to bring anything?" His voice sounded disturbed.

"Just bring whatever you think is necessary." He Nan thought for a while, and then said: "Since it is to investigate your wife's case, then bring more relevant information about the case. For example, the death report from the police and the like. Then don’t forget to bring some money, you need to sign a contract to pay a deposit. Cash is best.”

"How much?"

"Sir, we can't be sure." He Nan could only say this: "We have to talk first, and let me roughly determine the difficulty of this case. Don't worry, if the case cannot be solved, we will refund half of the deposit."

"Then...well, I have to go to the bank first—I'll be at your office soon! Don't leave yet!"

After saying this, the client hung up the phone.

"So?" Shirley looked at He Nan with a smile, "Is he coming?"

"Yes." He Nan put down his phone and said confidently, "Finally, this time I can take over a serious job."

"It turns out that the life of the police is not serious in your eyes~"

"...Of course that's not serious." He Nan frowned. "Whether the reward can be obtained is still unknown. As a professional detective, the most stable and normal means of earning money is of course taking private orders."

"However, we can occasionally run into Lao Lai..." Shirley sighed.

"Hey... There's really no way to deal with that kind of people." When He Nan mentioned those bastards who reneged, he also felt annoyed: "I can only hope that they will suffer from incurable diseases one day. Or they are suddenly killed in an alley Beat them to death with the flail."

Why do you say that?
…Because this is a traditional art that has existed since the British Industrial Revolution.

Since the early members of the United States were all immigrated from the United Kingdom (the Indians who were ungratefully massacred are not counted), this fine skill has of course been inherited.

That is, there will be hooligans who are unwilling to be exploited by capitalists and then go to work until they are tired and vomit blood, carrying simple shackles made of chains and large iron blocks, hiding behind the hidden alley bunkers in the city, and find a single passerby passing by, He rushed out suddenly and swung the big iron block at his face.

If you hit anyone, you will be dizzy, and if you are unlucky, you will die.

Then, the person's belongings will be looted.

It's wonderful.

Even now in New York, there are people who don't use guns and knives to rob, but use this old thing.

The effect is not bad.

The most important thing is that you don't have to talk nonsense with people, and you don't have to kill people, which greatly relieves the psychological pressure of the robbers.

Just hit them. Whether they are dead or alive, in their view, God has the final say, and the murder was not intentional.

"A flail... I think this thing is too dangerous." Shirley shook her head.

"That's true." He Nan admitted: "It's better to hit people with a stick, at least you won't accidentally kill them... unless you just want to stop cracking people's skulls."

"I'm not referring to this danger." Shirley shook her head: "I mean, it's too easy to accidentally injure itself."

"Uh... That's true." He Nan dripped dish soap into the plate, and complained, "The butterfly knife you used is also quite dangerous. Playing around, it looks like it's easy to cut off your own fingers."

"But I don't even use a butterfly knife in fights, do I?" Xue Li took out a butterfly knife, threw it in her hand, and said with a smile, "It's mostly used for throwing."

(End of this chapter)