Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 57, Section 14: Miss Mia
—Street-side coffee shop—

His eyes turned.

The record player in the corner vibrated, and Stravinsky's classical music echoed in the coffee shop;
The rich aroma of coffee beans, released during grinding and brewing, permeates the elegant atmosphere of this coffee shop.

People around were talking in hushed tones.

He Ye sat with his arms crossed, looking at the blue-haired girl opposite him. She was uneasy, with her hands on her knees and her eyes down. She was clearly at a loss in front of two civil servants in police uniforms.

A few minutes earlier, Loris stopped Miss Mia and showed her identification for a routine questioning—she didn't immediately detain her with swift and forceful methods because the matter required careful investigation, and the people involved deserved to be treated with caution.

To find a suitable and relaxed spot, Lorice suggested sitting in the nearby coffee shop.

Although she wasn't good at hiding the scrutiny in her eyes, Miss Mia was just an ordinary girl who had neither the right nor the means to refuse an investigation.

Thus, the scene we see today came to be.

"Um... officers, may I ask what it is about?"

The beautiful blue-haired girl blinked her eyes, which held a captivating beauty—baby-blue, lover-like eyes that evoked pity in that instant.

He Ye awkwardly picked up his coffee and took a sip.

“This is just a routine background check,” Loris said, opening the blacklist. “Recently, your neighbors have been telling us that there might be something dangerous about your relationships, and that a man is getting close to you, right?”

The opening remarks were a bit awkward.

Anyone with intellectual depth and social experience could tell that this was just a pretext from the police.

Fortunately, Miss Mia, who was sitting opposite him, was naive and looked to be only twenty years old. When she heard the reason, she breathed a deep sigh of relief, thinking that she had committed a crime.

“Yes.” Miss Mia nodded, then hesitated and asked, “Is there anything wrong with that? Although I may not be good enough for him, Mr. Humphrey is a good man, not the bad man that Emil and the others say he is.”

Miss Mia paused here, then continued sadly:

"Of course, I know they are worried about me too."

Her emotions were openly displayed in front of the two of them, without any scheming or concealment, giving people a sense of innocence and purity, just like those captivating baby blue eyes.

He Ye picked up his coffee again and took another sip.

Upon hearing the name, Loris paused for a few seconds, then looked up and asked again:

"This is just for safety reasons. We naturally have to investigate after receiving feedback from citizens. May I ask how long you've known each other?"

"It's been about a month."

After a moment of recollection, Miss Mia covered her mouth with her hand and smiled gently, clearly recalling something happy:
"We met at the entrance of the College of Arts and Sciences. It was raining and I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go home. Suddenly, a black car drove out next to me, and then it drove back a little while later."

"It came to my side, opened the car door, and Mr. Humphrey got out and offered to take me home."

"This is the process of getting to know someone."

"..." After listening, He Ye glanced at Loris next to her and saw that she had written "A deliberate setup?" on a piece of paper. It seemed that this encounter had increased her suspicion.

It lacks persuasiveness and is too coincidental.

The middle-aged man named Humphrey represents the family behind the antlers. He belongs to the elite class of country A. The sudden appearance of a commoner, especially a beautiful young girl, next to such a person easily arouses suspicion that there is something else going on.

"Okay...would you mind telling us what you know about Mr. Humphrey?"

Lorice continued to steer the conversation, seemingly conducting a routine security inquiry, while she lowered her eyes and gently twirled her pen in thought.

She wanted to know if the middle-aged man had overstepped his bounds. Their interactions must have involved some background information, and whether this man from the privileged class would be honest with ordinary people was a crucial question... If it was just a fling, there was no need to reveal anything.

He Ye realized the implications behind the question, but he simply sat there drinking coffee.

"Hmm, my understanding of Mr. Humphrey..."

Miss Mia lowered her eyes, lost in thought, and then said:

“He told me he was very rich and wanted to marry me, but I’m not sure if he really likes me, or rather, I’m worried that someone like me is not worthy of his affection.”

Miss Mia paused, her fingers stroking her blue hair that fell over her shoulders, and slowly spoke of her melancholy:
"After all, this is too lucky. I didn't know him at all before, but he kept being nice to me... We've known each other for a month, but he's still pursuing me in a very gentlemanly way."

At this point, Miss Mia said shyly in a soft voice:
"They even ask for my opinion before holding hands."

That's truly gentlemanly.

He Ye's coffee cup was almost empty. He sat next to her and analyzed a lot from their conversation and their eyes—like this inexplicable development of their relationship.

For wealthy men, seducing ordinary girls usually involves a quick, decisive, and ruthless approach, with the ultimate goal of having sex. However, this upper-class gentleman seems to have a different approach; according to Miss Mia, he is a very considerate gentleman.

This is strange... but let's ignore it for now.

Based on the information available so far, it can be concluded that this Miss Mia is not a spy.

Her demeanor and actions were too naive. Only a seasoned spy like Mark could pull off such a convincing disguise. Otherwise, no matter how skilled a pretty 20-year-old girl is at disguising herself, she could not possibly be so perfect.

This can only be her true self.

When He Ye saw Captain Duncan passing by, he thought he was one of his own. Now it seems that it was just a coincidence.

If it has nothing to do with espionage, then this incident is just a regular affair, and a private investigator should be hired to investigate the affair and the lover. Of course, these are just He Ye's thoughts.

He felt there was nothing more to delve into, but Loris, who was beside him, had no intention of ending things there. She liked to investigate every clue, or perhaps He Ye didn't know the identity of the middle-aged man behind the antler family.

She was still talking intently.

The two sides then patiently exchanged ideas for another five or six minutes at the coffee table.

Loris had asked all the questions she wanted to ask, and she had no reason to keep Miss Mia around any longer, so she ended with "Thank you for your cooperation. It seems we had a misunderstanding."

She stood up, shook hands, and ended the routine security check.

Although she often appears arrogant, when it comes to serious matters, Lorice does indeed possess the sense of responsibility of a superior and police officer.

Ms. Mia, from beginning to end, treated this as a security investigation by the National Security Agency.

She believed the opening line, "Our neighbors have told us that your interpersonal relationships are in danger," so when she left, she even waved goodbye with gratitude.

"Goodbye then, thank you for your concern."

"Goodbye."

After Miss Mia left, the two sat in the coffee shop listening to Stravinsky's classical music.

Loris frowned as she sorted through the information, while He Ye wondered if he should get a refill. After all, since it had nothing to do with espionage, he was better off doing something thankless and just slacking off.

"What do you think?"

At this moment, Loris looked at the clues she had compiled and asked a question in a low voice, probably just a casual remark made out of a divergent thought.

He Ye thought for a moment and said, "She is very beautiful."

As soon as she finished speaking, Loris glanced at her subtly.

He Ye coughed and explained the meaning of his words:
"What I mean is, it's normal for pretty girls to be liked by rich men."

"Even a sixty-year-old man will always like an eighteen-year-old girl, so from this perspective, the relationship between the two is reasonable."

“You just spoke with her personally, and you could tell that Miss Mia is a very frank person—if she is a spy, then her disguise just now was flawless.”

"But such a skilled spy wouldn't use such clumsy methods to get close to high-ranking personnel, which is contradictory. So in my opinion, it's very unlikely that she's the kind of intelligence spy who would sell her body to obtain certain information."

He Ye paused here, emphasizing:
"Even in her description, she is the one being pursued, which makes it even less likely that she is being doubted."

After speaking, He Ye turned to look at Lolis, only to find that she was still frowning and not as relaxed as before.

Well, he knew he couldn't easily change his superior's mind, so he thought for a moment and brought it up from another angle:

"Besides, it would be easy for us intelligence officers to cause trouble if we got involved in such a matter involving high-ranking personnel. After all, no one wants to be suspected of being a traitor by their own people."

He Ye casually finished the last of his coffee.

He felt that compared to routine visits and investigations, although it was more tiring, at least it was peaceful and uneventful. He didn't want to get involved in the drama and investigate this sex scandal.

In conclusion, He Ye offered his perspective from multiple angles.

After such a long speech, Loris made the decision to close the black book and resolutely stand up.

well.

It seems she didn't listen to what I said.

"Go back to the police station," she said earnestly.

He Ye surrendered: "What are you doing?"

“Investigate Mr. Humphrey’s file.” Loris tugged at the silver handcuffs on her wrists. “I have an impression of him but don’t know him well. Whether we should investigate further depends on whether I’ve looked at his file.”

"..." He Ye could only sigh and raise his hand to follow, "Okay, okay."

She's the superior, so she makes the decisions.

Although she didn't really want Loris to investigate further, the fact that she was going to drive the police car back to look at the files meant she could slack off and take a break.

"You stay here and keep watch."

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Loris nipped it in the bud. She even took out her key and unlocked the handcuffs—because she needed to leave someone there to monitor for any new developments and provide timely feedback.

He Ye couldn't hold back; he didn't want to work overtime.

“Auxiliary officers cannot act alone.” He Ye declined politely, “I’ll come with you. Besides, I can drive, and you’ll need a driver, won’t you?”

After listening, Loris thoughtfully removed the silver handcuffs, glanced at He Ye, and then turned away.

It seems they've agreed.

"Let Commander Rory and Rayleigh handle the surveillance," He Ye added, offering further advice. "They'll definitely do a good job, since they're less conspicuous than me."

Loris was reluctant to admit it, but she could only nod and say, "You're right."

(End of this chapter)