Chapter 152 Intuition and Intuition

So...was I deceived by him?

After listening to the old investigator's summary, the young female investigator couldn't help but stand there in a daze. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. Then she took out the questionnaire with an angry look on her face and tore what she had written into pieces!

"Don't worry."

A hand with dark yellow, loose skin and covered with age spots waved slightly, and the scraps of paper miraculously flew back and pieced together to form a complete questionnaire, which was as smooth as before without any signs of being torn.

Taking the questionnaire from the female investigator, the old investigator curved his smiling eyes and said jokingly:
"Aisha, weren't you optimistic about him before? What? Are you planning to rewrite the survey form now?"

"I...thank you for your teachings!"

The female investigator, who looked a little grim, took a deep breath and then bowed respectfully to the old investigator.

"I didn't think it through this time. If you hadn't reminded me, I'm afraid he would have deceived me. I'm still too young and I still have a lot to learn from you."

“Haha, these are not things that can be learned.”

The old investigator shook his head and smiled kindly with his eyebrows curved.

“Strictly speaking, all the judgments I just made have no evidence. They are all just empty guesses. The way I judged that there was something wrong with him was not based on practical logic, but a more subconscious feeling.

If we want to do a good job in the work of our investigation department, we have to keep touching more "real money" just like the tellers at the bank counter. If a person has touched real money all his life, when he occasionally encounters counterfeit money, he doesn't necessarily need to discover anything. He will instinctively feel that the money in his hand is different from the real one.

The same is true for our investigation work. This subconscious sense of disharmony cannot be learned at all. Only after contacting enough people can we slowly master it through accumulation. "

"I remember that, Senior Camus!"

"Haha, just remember it. Leave this questionnaire with me. After I finish writing the survey results later, I will attach it to the back of my questionnaire and hand it in together."

???

Hearing that he was actually going to hand in his own questionnaire, the female investigator couldn't help but said anxiously:

"But my investigation was wrong. How can I submit it?"

"There are indeed mistakes, but the fact that a senior investigator like you can make mistakes is itself an excellent piece of evidence."

The old investigator smiled when he heard this, and waved at the steam carriage on the side of the road while explaining:

“Like you just said, not everything can be reflected in the data.

My investigation was based on a gut feeling that there was something wrong after I came into contact with this person. There was no evidence to support it. However, your investigation was completely logical, and every judgment was supported by evidence. It is actually more credible than my investigation.

Only by submitting your wrong investigation and comparing it with my results can the people in charge of the review take it seriously and figure out what is wrong with this newcomer in the virgin branch... Aisha, you won't blame me for making you lose face, right?"

"That won't happen... After all, I made a mistake in the first place, so it's only right for you to report it."

"Haha, I'm glad you don't blame me... Well... Well, since the investigation is over and we're basically on the same page, let's just walk here together. Your car is coming here just in time."

Um? My car?
The female investigator was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then said in surprise:

"Aren't you going to go back to the headquarters with me?"

"I won't go back now."

After sending her to a luxurious two-seater steam carriage, the old investigator said goodbye with a smile:
"I have an old friend here. We rarely see each other. Before this mission, I made an appointment with him to meet here and have a get-together. I won't go back with you this time."

"Okay, then you should be careful." "Same to you."

After waving goodbye to the female investigator and the carriage she was riding in went away, the old investigator did not wait for his so-called old friend, but waved again and called another empty steam carriage.

After taking a look at the old investigator's clothes, he found that they were tailored very finely. He thought that he might be a big customer. The coachman couldn't help but smile. After the old investigator got on the carriage, he took the initiative to ask with a diligent look:
"Where are you going, sir?"

"Not sure, just go ahead and take a look!"

"Okay...Ok..."

Hearing the sound as cold as ice chips in his ears, the coachman couldn't help but shiver violently, and then he couldn't help but steal a glance at the passengers getting on the car in the rearview mirror.

Her eyes were long and thin, and her eyebrows and mouth corners were slightly tilted downwards. Even when she wasn't making any expression, she looked like she was about to cry.

This old man looks so depressed... Never mind, as long as he has money to pay for the fare~
……

"Chief, that old investigator is quite nice."

After describing the interrogation process just now and the two questionnaires he had seen with the help of Youha, Leon asked curiously:

"He hardly asked any embarrassing questions, and he had no ill will towards you or me in his soul. Why did you remind me to be careful of him?"

"If I have to give a reason...it should be a kind of intuition."

Upon hearing this, the red-haired director rubbed his brows, blinked his fox eyes and said with a puzzled look on his face:
“I can’t really explain this feeling, but it’s like a bottle of second-label Margaux secretly mixed into a box of twelve bottles of Château Margaux red.

Even if the taste is actually the same, and the grapes used for making wine are even grown across a river, after you drink too much, you will still instinctively feel that there is something wrong with the acidity and the alcohol smell will be stronger.

And he was just like the mixed wine, no matter how I sipped it, it didn't taste right, especially when he heard your call for help and came over to wake me up, at that moment, I almost instinctively felt that I must not let this person get too close to me. "

After telling his feelings, the red-haired director asked unwillingly:

“Leon, after you looked into his soul, did you really not find anything unusual?”

"No, his soul is perfectly normal."

"That's it..."

The red-haired director frowned and said:

"The soul is the most essential thing of a person, there should be no way to fake it. Maybe there is something in him that threatens me, so I instinctively resist his approach...

Well...but you still have to be careful. There is a subtle sense of disharmony about this person. It is best not to have any contact with him."

"Okay, I remember."

After nodding slightly and carefully taking the red-haired chief's advice to heart, Leon spoke:

"Director, the succession ceremony will be tomorrow, but I still have some official business to finish. If you don't have anything else to do, I will go back to the office first."

"Go back, go back, and don't say yours anymore from now on. It sounds tiring... Oh, right."

At this point, the red-haired director seemed to remember something. He lowered his head and rummaged through the drawer, then took out a photo tied up with hair and handed it over.

"Here, your stuff."

(End of this chapter)

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