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Eucommia ulmoides, carrying a newspaper and breakfast, dodged left and right, passing through busy vendors and narrow alleys, and squeezed into a low building with ease. He originally decided to open the detective agency here just for fun. Things happen where there are a lot of people, and keen curiosity is an indispensable first condition for a detective. In the blink of an eye, the detective agency has been open for more than half a year. Walking through the alley outside the window several times a day, and being exposed to the sounds of the city all day long, Eucommia ulmoides is as clear as a mirror about which vendor on the street is short on weight, which one is innocent, which one has little habits, which one has unknown secrets, etc. This is a normal day, no different from any other day.

The whole strange thing started ten years ago. The suburbs of Shanghai in the 1820s were beautiful, quiet and pleasant, and very livable. Some tea merchants and silk merchants from northern Jiangsu, Jiangsu and Zhejiang bought land and properties here because they had to travel between the two places all year round. Mr. Zhuang, the owner of Zhuangjia Xiaolou, is a businessman with such a background. Mr. Zhuang's son has just turned six years old. In order for his child to receive a Western education in the future, Mr. Zhuang's family moved to Shanghai from Zhejiang. In addition to Mr. Zhuang's family of three, there are also several servants and the housekeeper Ananda. The design of the dealer's small building is exquisite and elegant, and the small building is particularly eye-catching among the numerous villas. The banker is a kind-hearted and charitable person, and the neighbors have a good impression of their family. No one could have imagined that within half a year of moving in, something unexpected happened to them.

During the dense and long rainy season, it was like a silk shirt hanging in the patio. It had just dried a little bit, but after a heavy rain, it started to hang down on the hanger again. Because of the rain, the colors of the forest become vivid. Old Huangtou's aged bamboo hat and brand-new coir raincoat look like a blackened pipe end and a shiny golden pipe handle. A gilded pipe was held in Luo's hand. The pipe shone with scarlet tobacco. Luo Lie took a puff, let out a long sigh, and blew out a thick ring of smoke. "Inspector Luo came to our place and asked me to help appreciate the pipes, right?" When Eucommia said this, he did not move his eyes from the magnifying glass. What is placed under the magnifying glass is a roll of pocket film. It is a problem that Eucommia's British friend asked him to help solve.

In the dim room, a small lamp on the desk was dimly lit. The room was dark, and nothing else could be seen clearly. The rain outside the window has stopped, and the water drops hanging on the window glass are slowly sliding down, forming a thin stream, like a line of tears on the face. The remaining rain was dripping sparsely on the eaves. Outside the eaves, the gray sky was chaotic, with no sign that the sun was about to rise. A clock crouched in the dim light above the fireplace, whining like a hungry beast in its throat.