The only thing different from these eight thin and cheaply made letters. A black gift measuring 150 x 150 in millimeters, the material is strong, sturdy and of good quality, accompanied by the aroma of chocolate and white ribbon. I hope the scent also agrees with the contents.
Curiosity ran through my body. Is Mr. Cake’s birthday? Is this a gift from a fan? If you think about it from the nearest, it seems impossible that this is from Miss Flemming.
Without thinking, I quickly went to the kitchen to take care of the tisane, then handed over these letters and gifts.
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After everything is ready, I put it on the platter, a placemat to hold food for easy carrying at once. Since we haven't had breakfast, both me and Mr. Cake, once the oars of two or three islands are over, I bake chocolate jam buns.
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After that, with extra caution, my feet stepped on the stairs. Then walk straight to the center. Then walk straight to the center and into his little office.
“Hey, please get rid of your head and body, Mr. Cake!” I said while carrying all these things.
Still sleepy, he lifted his body lazily, “Hm? Oh its you." Mr. Cake immediately put away the newspaper.
When he was about to pour the kettle, he interrupted my hand lightly, "You just eat, tisane is my business."
Tch, really unfriendly, I thought. But I did not immediately take the bread.
"Oh yes, Mr. Cake." My hands reached for the right and left pajama pockets.
I put the eight letters and one present right in front of him. “Please, Mr. Cake."
"What do you mean, Feline?" he replied without paying any attention while sipping his favorite chamomile tea.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Read it, that's what I mean."
"I don't want to." My mouth opened wide to devour the brown toast, as wide as it was my annoyance.
I know, Mr. Cake is still mad about yesterday. Four hundred and forty pounds of money was spent on victoria's dress. But I mean, he can't be childish forever, can he?
He was getting more and more irritated after hearing my refusal, Mr. Cake was just like a billboard. Move as necessary without a word and over and over again. My mouth chewed fast, consuming it all. I don't even care about Mr. Cakes.
"Why are you suddenly like a child?" I said in an annoyed tone while wiping my hands with a wet tissue.
"I don't know, the effect of Sunday turned out to be more than expected," he said lazily as he leaned back in the three hundred and sixty degree swivel chair.
"No it's not that! You're just looking for excuses!" While grumbling, my hand opened roughly one by one the letters.
While reading one of the contents of the letter, my face was a little excited.
“From Devon and Cornwall Police…. the kidnapping case of the official's son-"
"Pass, next," interrupted Mr. Cakes.
"Why is that? Taking cases is much better than being idle, you know?”
"That again? Listen wasteful kid, after this we will be busy preparing this and that for tomorrow's shop preparation. Besides, you're supposed to figure out how long it takes from Cambridge to Cornwall?"
I folded back the contents of the letter, it seems that Mr. Cake had the point. "R-right."
In fact, from here to Cornwall it's about five and a half hours by train. If forced, when returning home will take half a day. Even if the visit is short.
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I opened the contents of the second letter, “We ask for Mr. Cake on the recommendation of Miss Pusscat, resolved the company's internal problems-“
Again and again, he refuses…
"Pass, next,"
"Why this time?" I squinted my eyes to see the location of the case. “66 Riverside Mead, Peterborough. I guess it's close?"
“Oh my, do I have to mention one by one young miss?”
"Sure, if needed, why not?" I protest.
I just silently nodded in agreement.
“First, I don't really like solving internal company problems. You will meet several camps, both defending each other. Second, since their testimonies end up contradicting each other with no evidence or evidence that has been falsified, it would be an endlessly bleak case. If that is the case, it will result in the most disadvantaged parties and middle-way negotiations. Third, in essence, the stronger party feels stronger because using detectives will not result in a good ending, other than being both silent," Mr. Cake explained.
Hearing that I realized something that maybe that was also the reason Miss Pusscat refused too.
"You mean from the very beginning the applicant only wanted a middle ground involving certain people?"
"That's why I refuse, experience teaches a lot, Feline." Mr. Cake nodded slightly.
After that, one by one letter he heard, one by one rejected until the last. In the end, Mr. Cake may just want to spend some time running the shop. Well, I can't stop it.
“Well, just this box, Mr. Cake," I said as I opened the ribbon.
Moving from his seat, Mr. Cake turned to greet outside the window. “No need to rush, the case is not going anywhere. I chose it because it weighed the impact on the applicant. If it's urgent, then lets do the best."
“After all…,” I was surprised when I saw the contents of the box. "Eh? there's a letter and something in the black cloth?
The thing clad in black cloth looked hard as metal.
“Read the message first, Feline.”
218Please respect copyright.PENANAp8htJeLjaF
Friday, 6th March
Joke or real?
Please tell people at home that I won't be coming home because of business.
Tell Serena to send the package to the address listed below and do not open the door to anyone other than Mr. Cake. Mom and Dad waiting at____
218Please respect copyright.PENANAnHri5CGtPl
16 Millfield, Portpatrick
218Please respect copyright.PENANAHGJEJbGATo
I have given you chocolate
Joke or real?
Sender: Gibson Jeph
3 Westfield, Blean
Canterbury CT2 9ER
Mr. Cake immediately turned around, his brows furrowed in a handshake.
"Can you repat it?"
As Mr. Cake said, I reread the whole letter. A question mark was written on Mr. Cake face. I'm sure the time has come for that dapper man to take a case, I thought rather excitedly.
"What do you think about the letter?" Mr. Cake approached me.
"Something that doesn't need to be done but is okay if it happens, like adding sugar to sweet tea?"
"Hm..." Mr. Cake muttered and looked at the contents of the letter deeply. "Why is my name on it? I don't think I'm popular. Isn't that right, Feline?
The questions asked are a little funny and I hope to be deafening to Mr. Cake, even my right eye is twitching and my stomach is shaking with laughter. But I get the point. Normally, this kind of absurd letter was delivered right away without ordering a delivery service. With the deliver service, that will make it easier for Mr. Cake asks for information on related people, from chronology to certain motives.
"I think that's the interesting part, right?" I asked back while opening the object wrapped in black cloth.
My mind is not far from the smell of chocolate that seduces the nose, so this could be it. Although a little hesitant, the size is a bit small.
"24 karat gold 100gr," I said to myself reading the small writing on the object that looked like gold.
It tickled my stomach a little. Reminds me of the past, someone as if gifting me gold. In the end, on the back there is an uneven wrap. That's where the key peels off the wrap that looks like gold, even though it's a golden brown bar.
But when I turn and my fingers feel, the surface is smooth. Like a liquid that is molded and then hardens like metal.
"If the eye is deceived, it's time for the teeth to come together." I put it in my mouth and tried to bite it.
The result was unexpected, but I thought a little…
"Aww aww!" My teeth are a little sore.
Mr. Cake who looked at me with a strange look, "What are you doing?"
"Wait, I'll prove it's chocolate."
It's the easiest way to not hurt anyone. Real chocolate, won't break if it falls on the floor.
One two..
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Klang!
"Eh?" I was shocked and stunned.
“Why are you so barbaric, Feline?” Mr. Cake bent down and picked up the block that looked like gold. "Is this the one wrapped in the black cloth?"
I nodded, then Mr. Cake brought it to the window. With a celestial flashlight as its aid, it reflected a very bright light. As bright as Mr. Cake’s suspicious face.
Quickly took the letter from my hand. “Joke or real? Why so?" Cake's right hand that was still holding the block that looked like gold was squeezing lightly. Then he looked at the beam that resembled gold in the light producing a metallic glint.
Gradually his hands shook like a tremor. As if realizing something I still don't understand.
"What is wrong with you?"
Now his face blankly greeted me, “Th-th-this is real gold, Feline!”
"Eh? Serious?!"
Mr. Cake nodded nervously, “Ca-calm down, Cake, calm down!”
He took a deep breath in, then exhaled slowly and quietly.
Suddenly my legs jumped, fire burned my chest.
“Y-y-y-yeah! Holiday! Vacation," I added. "You can take a vacation once in a while, right, Mr. Cakes?"
"How come? When juxtaposed with the absurd message, isn't it obvious that this is the price? I mean, our dear customer, Mr. Jeph is willing to pay up front.”
Hearing that, my spirit just left.
"Yeah. But isn't it strange that you don't know the person?"
"That's why I intend to send back." His eyes closed and then immediately wrapped the gold with a cloth. “Besides, there is the potential for this to be a trap.”
As Mr. Cake said, it's very possible that it happened. It could be a scenario that is used at any time, Mr. Cake is the scapegoat.
"Phew ...." My breath is getting sluggish, almost hit the jackpot.
Mr. Cake sat back in his swivel chair and stared at the letter as he considered it.
“Well, but it could also be something emergency. If ignored, the situation turned upside down in failure. Only if I know one or two words that relate, Feline.”
Mr. Cake handed me the letter when I asked for a loan. As deeply as I read the contents of this letter, I sank deeper into the ocean. If only I could help Mr. Cake even though I have to twist my brain many times.
No matter how much I look at it, it's getting more and more frustrating. Like remembering important things this morning, but can't be realized in words.
“Tch, almost went on vacation!” My hand spontaneously slammed the letter in front of Mr. Cakes. “Whoa, Gibson Jeff! Just came to France yesterday and then he has the right to tease us!"
When about to turn around, Mr. Cake got in my way.
"How did you know the Gibson Jeph was going to France?" Mr. Cake brows lifted suddenly.
"Isn't that obvious? The news this morning said that the Air France plane crashed yesterday two days ago. Gibson Jeph is one of those listed by name,” I said spontaneously, mixed with annoyance.
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218Please respect copyright.PENANASGNx6EVmyv
Within seconds, we realized something…
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As our eyebrows rose together, the room felt very quiet apart from the blowing of the wind goddess.
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“EHHHH?!”
Both of our eyes jumped in shock.
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