Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 139 Go To The Vineyard
“Haah! Well-witted my sleep..” said Detective Carl, in the morning when he opened his eyes.
He spread his arms wide and jumped down from the bed. His body feels fresh once after resting all night which he thinks for a while.
“Gosh! I missed a lot of events,” screeches and then immediately came out of the room.
It turned out that outside was still quiet there were only a few people who had gathered in the banquet hall last night. I don't know where the others are.
“Detective, come!” call someone, who sees his figure has already come out of the room.
The real Detective Carl wants to go back into the room and go back to sleep because it's still quiet, stopping his steps.
“Tuan Creed...” softly, when he turned and saw who called him.
There's Mr. Reed and two other men there. They engaged in a casual conversation. I heard a laugh from there.
“Join with us!” another man exclaimed, because Detective Carl was still silently staring.
Until in the end the astonishment will not rhythmically fulfill their call.
“Hai, Detective. You are the 4th person to wake up,” said Mr. Jaws, smiling with his white teeth lined up neatly.
The four of them then engaged in talks for up to an hour.
“Oh, others have started to wake up,” ceplos Mr. Reed, targeting the view to each room.
Several men were seen coming out of the room. Three of them went straight to the bathroom in the corner of the room.
There are many bathrooms there. There are seven bathrooms to use. Mr. Noel deliberately prepared many bathrooms there so that the invited guests did not queue too long to take a shower.
“Agenda this morning what, Mister?” detective Carl asked, staring at the three men in front of him.
“Mr Noel said at 09.00 we will be invited around to see his vineyard here,” said Mr. Reed.
Detective Carl stared at the circular watch in his left hand, which meant there was still an hour more before the event began.
I'd better make the preparations first, I don't know if everything's up, it's probably going to be fighting over the bathroom, he thought.
“Gentlemen, I'm sorry if you go to the bathroom,” he said, asking for permission.
After the three men nodded, Detective Carl decided to leave and went to the bathroom.
It turns out when he got there he had to wait for one bathroom door to open, even though he included coming first.
Ck! Decaknya, then lean against one wall to wait for whichever door opens first.
In the middle of time waiting for his gaze to be locked onto something lying in front of a bathroom door, the third order.
He looked down and took it.
How strange. Gini day still anyone uses bar soap? Though liquid soap is widely available and more comfortable to wear, the inner.
From the smell of soap, it smells of sulfur. Exactly like the smell of farts. It's just that sulfur soap is usually green, yellow or brown.
“What is this soap exactly?” his his hiss when he inhaled the aroma, there were other substances in the soap. I don't know what it is.
Clack!
Suddenly the door in front of him opened and a man poked out from behind it.
“Thank you, Mr. Carl, for getting my soap. I don't know what would happen if I lost that soap.”
The man quickly took the deep blue soap out of Detective Carl's hands, then re-entered the bathroom.
Ck! Detective Carl's clucking again.
“It's none of my business!” remember, to himself.
Instead of dealing with other people's problems, focus on yourself.
Clack! Another door opened, the fifth door.
Detective Carl goes into the bathroom before the others arrive.
***
One hour later
Everyone had gathered in a one-acre vineyard. As far as the eye could see there was only the wine ranum there.
Mr. Noel has invited all his invited guests there.
“Aduh, why is my stomach still hurting,” complained Mr. Curtis, standing near the vine while holding his stomach.
The pain was also burning heat on his stomach overnight, it had not subsided as well this morning even though he had taken the nausea medication.
“Mr Curtis, are you okay?” it wasn't Detective Carl who asked her but Detective Darcy.
Mr. Curtis's face looks pale.
“It looks like my digestive diseases are relapsing,” he said, smiling grimacingly.
From a distance a pair of eyes watched Mr. Curtis, again throwing a grin.