white night syndrome

Chapter 80
"The decision is yours now, isn't it?"

Kurosawa Mika stretched out her right hand and put it to her mouth, with her palm facing inward, her expression became more playful, she almost laughed out loud as she spoke, her body leaned forward slightly.

"I want to accept the previous commission, to tear up this 50-yen banknote that I can tell is a counterfeit banknote, and swallow it into my stomach, do a loss investigation, and then I can only live in this dark, damp and cold corner for the rest of my life. Living in it is like a mushroom."

"Or accept my entrustment? I can get a deposit of 80 yen and guarantee the safety of the investigation. More importantly, my 80 yen is not a counterfeit~"

Li Ming's heart tightened when he heard this, because of the incident that happened just now, he felt a little PTSD about the truth of the words "false letter".

Imagine that as a private detective, you worked hard from morning to night to run the entire firm, and finally received a commission of hundreds of thousands of yen. When everything was ready and only needed to investigate, you were told that these were fake coins. It is a fact that a normal person cannot accept such a fact.

In addition, the guy who offered him a choice in front of him was still that bad woman whose way of talking and doing things made him uncomfortable. Li Ming wanted to have the backbone to say no, but was hit by the current living environment.

In fact, I have to say that although Kurosawa Mika's words are a bit unpleasant, she is quite right.

Under the pressure of survival, Li Ming had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Okay, okay, I understand, can't I accept your commission?"

Li Ming's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he slumped on the seat. At that moment, he was like a corpse that was about to rot, exuding an indescribable smell.

After a long time, Li Ming picked up the stack of white paper on the desk that was printed with almost fake Japanese yen banknotes, and suddenly brought it close to his eyes, frowning carefully, trying to use the facts to get rid of the facts that Kurosawa told him. .

But the paper in front of him did not give him such a chance, and as Kurosawa said, compared with the normal and real Japanese yen banknotes, there are indeed fewer printed characters, and during the comparison process, Li Ming even found that there are still There are some obvious differences -

That is about portraits. The portraits on real banknotes are clearly identifiable, while the portraits on counterfeit banknotes are basically printed using lithography. The shading lines are not clear, the ink thickness is uneven, and it feels very smooth.

This kind of difference made Li Ming fall into a dead end that he couldn't get out of. If he could look at the banknotes just now, such an obvious difference would definitely be discovered soon, and now...maybe that woman surnamed Yukiyo is hiding somewhere Staring at the office everywhere and giggling.

Li Ming gritted his teeth, he really couldn't swallow the breath, suddenly slapped the table and stood up, his face pale, uncontrollably rushed to the door, trying to unscrew the wooden door.

"What's the matter? Mr. Li, you are so angry after experiencing a small setback. Japanese society is more sinister than you imagined."

Following the prestige, Kurosawa behind him was already holding the black umbrella that he often took out every day, and his legs were elegantly crossed on the black umbrella, showing an expression of interest.

"Let me tell you, put away your anger now, and just take everything that comes next seriously. Although I look younger than you, I have said that I am older than you, so for I have more social experience than you."

Kurosawa jumped down from the table, landed firmly on the ground, then raised the umbrella and pointed the tip of the umbrella at Li Ming.

"Anyone will grow up, right? Mr. Li Ming?"

　Tomorrow, the official update will be on the right track, and the general style of writing has been figured out!Everyone just wait and see, I will try my best to write a good group portrait article, and then let everyone read it comfortably.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)