The Monster I Was Redeemed

After the man appeased the two waiters, he turned around and smiled apologetically at Ai Liang, then led Ai Liang to the stairs leading to the second floor.

Ai Liang followed the man through the private room and all the way to the utility room at the end of the corridor.

The man used the key to open the locked door in the utility room, and what appeared in front of him was a dark staircase.

The man entered the door first and raised his hand to wave the infrared sensor on the left side.

The stairway suddenly lit up.

"Follow up."

When the man disappeared at the door, his groveling look became heavier and firmer.

Ai Liang said nothing and followed him silently.

The two of them went down the stairs and arrived at the second underground floor.

Opening the heavy iron door, a broad hall came into view.

The only two people were sitting on the sofa, smoking and chatting.

Regarding Ai Liang's arrival, he just glanced at it and then looked away, showing no concern.

The man randomly picked a room and unlocked the door with his fingerprint: "Go in first and wait for a while. The boss will be here soon."

Ai Liang walked into the room very cooperatively, but after entering, he pointed at the clock on the wall: "Three minutes should be enough."

There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes, but this surprise was quickly covered up by his stern look.

Ai Liang didn't say what he would do if he didn't see anyone in three minutes.

In their imagination, since Ai Liang came with a gun, the result would definitely not be very friendly.

"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting."

The man said in a bad tone.

The door is closed.

Ai Liang sat on the chair, looking motionless at the seat opposite, as if in a daze.

Until the door opens again.

An ordinary-looking man wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants walked into the house.

This person is none other than Chen Shaodong.

After Chen Shaodong sat down with Ai Liangduo, he did not immediately ask Ai Liang why he came, but praised him.

"You are the first person who discovered the pinhole camera on the wall clock as soon as he entered the door. Among the people I know, no one has better observation skills than you."

Ai Liang didn't say anything. He took out the memory card from his pocket and put it on the table.

“Look for a person here and find out all the suspicious people he came into contact with in the month before he disappeared.

You can hire as many people as you like, four times the market price per person per hour, and reimburse all expenses during the period. I want to see the results within three days. "

The total number of bounty hunters and private detectives in Nevada City accounts for nearly 8% of the entire Asian Union.

Under the crazy involution, the amount of employment has been reduced to a sad and infuriating level.

But everything has its advantages and disadvantages, that is, the more capable people are, the more popular they are.

A practitioner with a level above the average and a good reputation can win a lot of money for each order.

Normally tracking a person's whereabouts is between 400 and 800 hours per hour, with a minimum of five hours to start.

Ai Liang quadrupled his hourly remuneration. Even if he only followed the minimum working hours for one day, he could earn at least 10,000 yuan in one go.

What's even more terrifying is that Ai Liang has no limit on the number of people. If he hires more than 20 or 30 people and takes two or three days, the money he will spend will reach seven figures every minute.

This is without counting Chen Shaodong’s commission and agency fees.

If Ai Liang had paid with the pocket money given by Feng Chengfu on his birthday, he would have lost a quarter.

However, although Ai Liang's savings are limited, the hermit is not short of money.

Chen Shaodong did not look at the memory card on the table, but turned around and took the cup next to the money: "Want something to drink?"

"My personal suggestion..."

Before Chen Shaodong could say the recommended drink, he stood motionless.

Because Ai Liang was pointing a gun at him at this time.

Ai Liang looked at Chen Shaodong coldly: "I personally suggest you not to waste my time now."

Chen Shaodong is a very controlling person.

From the first sentence he entered, he was leading the conversation intentionally or unintentionally.

Deliberately avoiding Ai Liang's words and opinions, trying to make Ai Liang follow his own ideas.

This method is very common in negotiations, but Ai Liang doesn't have that much free time to talk nonsense with him now.

Chen Shaodong gestured to the wall clock to signal his men not to get excited.

He came back to sit opposite Ai Liang and said, "Are you part of the group of people who left Neihua City that year?"

Ai Liang did not take off his mask at this time, and several years had passed since the hermit retired.

Therefore, Chen Shaodong did not recognize the murderer in front of him and only thought that he had just returned from overseas.

After all, not everyone will be like Yang Xingguo, who has been researching the hermit's information for several years.

As for the hermit's brief appearance in the shopping mall a few months ago, he was eventually regarded as a copycat by people on the street.

Because the last time the hermit came out, no one else died except for the provocative unlucky guy in the tavern.

With so few people dying, it doesn't look like the style of a throat-slitting maniac at all. It must be fake!

Ai Liang didn't answer, nor did he put down his gun.

Chen Shaodong said helplessly: "If I ask my men to find someone now, can you talk to me?"

Ai Liang put away his pistol, picked up the note and pen on the table, and drew a sketch of a face.

He did not take any pictures of the victim as he exhumed the body.

The main reason is that the corpse has decomposed and it is difficult to identify the face.

There is also the matter of asking people to investigate the interpersonal relationships and whereabouts of a corpse, which will inevitably arouse criticism.

Chen Shaodong picked up the memory card and the paper with the human face on it and put it into the hanging box at the door. Not long after, someone came and took it away.

"Now let's talk. Can you tell me who introduced you here?"

Chen Shaodong leaned on his desk and turned sideways to Ai Liang: "There was no appointment. You just sent a message to inform me, and then you came directly to the door. You don't seem to take me seriously."

"Sorry, my time is tight, I have to find that person as soon as possible."

Ai Liang apologized for his rude behavior.

But an apology is an apology. If he could do it all over again, he would still do it.

Chen Shaodong tapped the table with his index finger: "Rather than verbally apologizing, I want to hear you answer my questions."

Ai Liang looked at Chen Shaodong and answered this question with practical actions.

He took off his mask.

Chen Shaodong frowned and looked at Ai Liang's face. He always felt like he had seen this face somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Chen Shaodong lowered his head and pondered for a while, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

Ai Liang didn't speak, and silently put the wooden dagger at his waist on the table.

Chen Shaodong just raised his head at this time, intending to ask Ai Liang to give some hints.

When he caught a glimpse of the short knife on the table, his mind felt like an electric shock, and he instantly remembered the true identity of the person in front of him.

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