Sixty-seven. Bait

A bowl full of meat soup, steaming, was placed in front of the table.

Smelling the aroma, the black cat jumped off the desk and rubbed against Lu Li's legs with its tail raised.

Anna watched nervously as Lu Li picked up the wooden spoon, scooped up the soup, and brought it to his mouth.

"Better than most restaurants," Lu Li said to Anna, who was waiting for his verdict.

After all, restaurants couldn't afford to use so many spices extravagantly.

Anna's lips pursed into a smile, increasingly rare, "Then have some more."

Lu Li bent down, picked up the black cat, and placed it on the table, scooping out pieces of meat from the soup and setting them before the cat.

The black cat, as silent as Lu Li, sniffed the meat and began to eat.

Ding, ding, ding-ding, ding, ding-ding—

The phone suddenly rang in the quiet Detective Agency.

Anna's eyes turned cold, then softened again, "It might be Richard."