Chapter 153: 152 Intuition and Intuition

So... was I deceived by him?

After hearing the old investigator's summary, the young female investigator couldn't help but freeze in place. It took her a long while to come back to her senses, and then, with a look of indignation, she took out her survey form and tore what she had written into a sky full of fragments!

"Don't be hasty."

A palm, sallow and loose-skinned, covered in age spots, waved slightly. Miraculously, the sky full of paper scraps flew backward, reassembling into a complete survey form, seamless and as flat as before, with not a single trace of having been torn.

Taking the survey form from the female investigator's hand, the old investigator curved his smiling crescent eyes and teased her with a chuckle:

"Aisha, weren't you very optimistic about him before? What's wrong? Are you preparing to rewrite the survey form now?"

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

The female investigator, her expression somewhat unsightly, took a deep breath and then respectfully bowed to the old investigator.

"This time, my thinking was too shallow. If not for your reminder, I fear I would have been deceived by him. I am still too immature and have much to learn from you."

"Hehe, these are not things that can be learned."

The old investigator shook his head, smiling kindly with his eyes curved.

"Strictly speaking, all the judgments I just made have no evidence whatsoever; they are all empty guesses. The way I judge that he has a problem is not based on solid logic, but on a kind of feeling that leans closer to the subconscious.

If our investigation department wants to do its job well, we must be like bank tellers, constantly coming into contact with more 'real money.' If a person has touched real money their whole life, when they occasionally encounter fake money, they don't necessarily need to discover anything specific; they will instinctively feel that the money in their hand is different from the real thing.

Our investigation work is the same. This subconscious sense of disharmony cannot be learned at all; it can only be gradually mastered through accumulation after coming into contact with enough people."

"I will remember this, Senior Camus!"

"Hehe, just remember it. Leave this survey form with me. After I finish writing the investigation results later, I will attach it behind my own survey form and submit them together."???

Hearing that he actually intended to submit her survey form as well, the female investigator couldn't help but ask anxiously:

"But my investigation was wrong; how can it be submitted?"

"There are indeed errors, but the fact that even a senior investigator like you could make a mistake is in itself an excellent piece of corroborating evidence."

The old investigator smiled upon hearing this, waving at a steam carriage on the side of the road while explaining:

"Just as you said earlier, not everything can be reflected in the data.

My investigation is a kind of 'problematic' intuition that arose after coming into contact with this person; it has no evidence to speak of. But your investigation started entirely from logic, and every judgment was supported by evidence; its credibility is actually higher than my investigation.

Only by submitting your erroneous investigation and comparing it one-by-one with my investigation results can we make those responsible for the review take it seriously and figure out exactly what is wrong with this newcomer from the Wang Gong branch... Aisha, you won't blame me for making you lose face, will you?"

"That won't happen... After all, I was the one who made the mistake; it is only right that you report it."

"Hehe, as long as you don't blame me... Hmm... In that case, since the investigation has ended and our opinions are basically consistent, let's walk together up to here; your carriage has just arrived."

Hmm? My carriage?

The female investigator was slightly stunned upon hearing this, then asked with some surprise:

"Are you not planning to return to the General Bureau with me?"

"Not returning just yet."

After seeing her onto a two-seater luxury steam carriage, the old investigator smiled and said goodbye:

"I have an old friend here whom I rarely get to see. Before going on this mission, I made an appointment to meet him here and planned to get together with him. I won't be going back with you this time."

"Alright then, please take care of your safety."

"You

as well."

Waving his hand to send the female investigator off, after the carriage she was riding in had gone far away, the old investigator did not wait for the so-called old friend, but instead waved his hand again, summoning another vacant steam carriage.

Looking at the old investigator's attire and finding the tailoring quite refined, the coachman thought he might be a big client. His face beamed with joy, and after the old investigator boarded the carriage, he asked enthusiastically:

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Not sure, just wander forward for now!"

"O-okay..."

Hearing the voice that sounded as cold as ice shards, the coachman couldn't help but shiver violently, then couldn't resist stealing a glance at the passenger in the rearview mirror.

The eyes were thin and long, and the eyebrows and corners of the mouth tilted slightly downward. Even when not making any expression, he looked as if he were about to cry at any moment.

This old man looks truly dismal... Forget it, never mind him; as long as he has money to pay the fare, it's fine~

"Director, that old investigator was actually quite decent."

After recounting the questioning process just now and the two survey forms he saw with the help of Xiao Jinmao, Li Ang asked with some curiosity:

"He hardly asked any difficult questions, and there was no malice toward you or me in his soul. Why did you warn me to be careful of him?"

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

The red-haired Director rubbed her brow upon hearing this, blinking her fox-like eyes with a look of bewilderment:

"I can't quite explain this feeling, but it's like a case of twelve bottles of Margaux red wine with a bottle of second-label Margaux wine secretly mixed in.

Even if the taste isn't really different, and the grapes were even grown on opposite sides of the same river, after drinking enough, you will still instinctively feel that the acidity is slightly off, and the alcohol fumes will be harsher.

And he is just like that bottle of wine mixed in; no matter how I savor it, the taste is wrong. Especially when he heard your plea for help and leaned over to wake me up, at that moment, I felt almost instinctively that I must never let this person get too close to me."

After finishing her feelings, the red-haired Director asked somewhat unwillingly:

"Li Ang, after looking at his soul, did you really not find anything abnormal?"

"Truly nothing; his soul is completely normal."

"Is that so..."

The red-haired Director frowned:

"The soul is the most essential thing about a person; there should be no means to fake it. Perhaps there is something on him that can threaten me, which is why I instinctively resist his approach...

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

"Alright, I will remember that."

Nodding slightly and earnestly keeping the red-haired Director's advice in mind, Li Ang said:

"Director, tomorrow is the succession ceremony, but I still have some official business to finish. If you have nothing else here, I will return to the office first."

"Go back, go back. And from now on, stop with the 'you' (formal), it sounds quite tiring... Oh, right."

When she said this, the red-haired Director seemed to remember something. She lowered her head to rummage through the drawer twice, took out a photo tied with hair, and handed it over.

"Here, your things."