I, The Janitor! Chapter 152: Intuition and Instincts - Novel Cool

Chapter 152: Intuition and Instincts

Chapter 152: Intuition and Instincts

So... was I deceived by him?

After listening to the senior investigator's summary, the young female investigator stood frozen in her place. It took her a good while to regain her senses, and then, with a scowl, she took out her investigation form and tore it into countless pieces!

"Hold on."

The wrinkled, yellowish hand of the old man waved slightly, and miraculously, the scattered shreds of paper flew back together, reassembling into a complete investigation form, as neat and seamless as before, with no trace of the tearing.

Taking the form from the female investigator's hand, the senior investigator smiled, his crescent-shaped eyes curving with warmth. He chuckled and teased, "Aisha, weren't you quite optimistic about him before? What happened? Are you planning to rewrite the investigation form now?"

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

The female investigator's face turned slightly pale, and she took a deep breath before respectfully bowing to the senior investigator.

"This time, I was too hasty in my judgment. If it weren't for your reminder, I might have been fooled. I'm still too inexperienced and have much to learn from you."

"Haha, these things can't be learned."

The senior investigator shook his head, his eyes and brows forming a gentle curve as he smiled.

"Strictly speaking, all the judgments I just made were based on intuition, without any evidence. They were mere speculations, not grounded in solid logic. It was more of a subconscious feeling."

To excel in our investigative work, we must be like bank tellers, constantly handling more 'real money'. If someone has been dealing with genuine currency their entire life, when they occasionally come across counterfeit money, they might instinctively sense that the money in their hands feels different.

The same applies to our investigative work. This subconscious sense of disharmony can't be learned; it can only be gradually mastered through exposure to numerous people and accumulating experience."

"I understand, Senior Camus!"

"Haha, good. I'll keep this investigation form with me. After I finish writing the investigation results later, I'll attach it to my form and submit them together."

???

Hearing that he intended to submit her investigation form as well, the female investigator exclaimed, "But my investigation has errors! How can I submit it?"

"There are indeed mistakes, but the fact that even an experienced investigator like you made errors is strong evidence in itself."

As he spoke, the senior investigator smiled and waved to a passing steam carriage on the roadside.

"Just as you said, not everything can be found in the records. My investigation was based on a 'problematic' intuition after interacting with this person, and it lacks any evidence. In contrast, your investigation was entirely logical, with every judgment supported by evidence, making it more credible than mine.

Only by submitting your erroneous investigation alongside my results can we draw the attention of the reviewing authorities and make them realize that there's something amiss with this new investigator from the Maiden Bureau... Aisha, you won't blame me for making you lose face, will you?"

"No... After all, I did make a mistake, and it's only right for you to report it."

"Haha, good. Well, since the investigation is concluded and our opinions align, let's call it a day here. Your carriage has arrived."

Hmm? My carriage? The female investigator was taken aback for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Aren't you coming back to the headquarters with me?"

"Not yet."

After sending her off in a luxurious two-seater steam carriage, the old Investigator bid farewell with a smile. "I have an old friend here, whom I rarely get to see. Before this mission, I arranged to meet up with him here, and I plan to catch up. This time, I won't be accompanying you back."

"Alright, then. Take care of yourself."

"You too."

Waving goodbye to the female Investigator, the old Investigator didn't wait for the so-called old friend. Instead, he waved again, summoning another empty steam carriage.

Observing the old Investigator's attire, he noticed the fine tailoring and thought he might be a wealthy client. The carriage driver couldn't help but smile broadly. As the old Investigator boarded the carriage, he eagerly asked, "Where to, sir?"

"Not sure. Let's just take a stroll forward for now!"

"Okay... Alright..."

Listening to the coldness in his ear, as chilling as ice chips, the carriage driver couldn't help but shiver. He then sneaked a glance at the boarding passenger through the rearview mirror.

His eyes were narrow and long, and his eyebrows and mouth corners slightly tilted downward. Even without making any expression, he looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

This old man's appearance was quite depressing... Forget it, as long as he could pay the fare, that's all that mattered.

...

"Director, that old Investigator seems like a decent fellow."

After relaying the questioning process and sharing the two investigation forms he saw through Yu Ha, Lyon curiously asked, "He didn't ask any particularly difficult questions, and his soul showed no ill intent towards me or you. Why did you warn me to be cautious around him?"

"If I had to give a reason... it's probably a gut feeling."

Hearing this, the red-haired Director rubbed her brow, her fox-like eyes blinking in confusion. "It's like a box of twelve bottles of Margaux wine, with a bottle of counterfeit Margaux wine sneaked in."

Even if the taste was hardly distinguishable, and the grapes were grown just across a river, after drinking a lot, you'd still instinctively sense something off about the acidity, and the alcohol would feel stronger.

He's like that sneaked-in bottle of wine; no matter how you taste it, something feels off. Especially when he leaned in to wake me up after hearing my plea for help, in that instant, I instinctively felt that he must not get too close to me.

After sharing her feelings, the red-haired Director asked with a hint of reluctance, "Lyon, after seeing his soul, are you sure there's nothing unusual about him?"

"No, his soul is completely normal."

"Oh..."

The red-haired Director furrowed her brows, "The soul is the most fundamental aspect of a person, and it shouldn't be capable of deception. Perhaps he possesses something that poses a threat to me, which is why I instinctively resist his approach..."

Hmm... But you should still be cautious. There's a subtle sense of disharmony about this person, so it's best to avoid any contact with him."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Lyon nodded, taking the red-haired Director's advice to heart. Then, he spoke, "Director, the Marquis Ceremony is tomorrow, but I still have some official matters to attend to. If you don't have anything else for me, I'll head back to the office."

"Go ahead. And stop calling me 'Your Highness' from now on; it's tiring to hear..." Oh, right."

As if remembering something, the red-haired Director lowered her head and rummaged through the drawer, taking out a photo tied with hair and handing it over.

"Here, this is yours."

(End of Chapter)

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