...Don't think so long-term, okay... Klein took a breath and said, "I don't like Elizabeth, um, to be precise, I don't like girls who are much younger than me, I like mature ones .�

Actually, within a reasonable range, I can accept it, but not now... He added helplessly in his heart.

"Like someone who is more mature?" Melissa frowned slightly, "Then you must solve the marriage problem as soon as possible."

ah? Klein really couldn't understand his younger sister's jumping thoughts, so he asked blankly, "Why?"

Melissa explained very seriously: "When you have saved enough money for your future marriage, you will be about twenty-five or six years old. Girls who are more mature than you will be married or engaged early at that age. , do you want to court a widow?"

What is it all about... Klein replied in Chinese with a dull face.

Benson smiled and refuted his younger sister: "Melissa, you don't understand. In today's middle class, it is not uncommon for women who are not married or engaged at the age of thirty. They are mainly believers of the goddess, and most of them have The ability to make a good living, would rather be single than settle for an unsatisfying marriage, well, I saw it in Family magazine."

"Really?" Melissa was only a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and she didn't know much about similar things.

Seeing that his brother and sister became more and more interested in chatting, Klein coughed and said, "When I say mature, I mean the mental state. It doesn't have to be older than me. Moreover, it is Benson who should be more worried about marriage issues."

I'm sorry, brother, I have no other choice... He silently apologized in his heart.

"..." Melissa froze for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Originally, he wanted to talk about the marriage problem of the middle class, but Benson suddenly shuddered, looked at his younger sister and said, "I am at a turning point in my life, and I must devote all my energy to my studies. With a satisfactory job and a certain amount of savings, I have the confidence to pursue the woman I like and give her a good enough life."

Klein and Melissa were startled for a moment, and then blurted out at the same time: "Do you have a lady you like?"

Benson, who was just perfunctory, was startled, and hurriedly shook his head: "No!"

"I'm just giving an example!"

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Backlund, Hillston District, inside a slightly gloomy house.

In front of the unlit fireplace, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray temples was holding a dark pipe, sitting on a rocking chair, looking deeply at the visitors in the sofa area.

He is the owner here, Essinger Stanton, a very well-known private detective in the small circle, but he didn't open an office, he just hired an assistant to help.

Essinger, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, brought the pipe to his mouth, took a puff intoxicated, and then slowly exhaled: "The consultation fee for half an hour is 1 pound, if I were you, I would definitely not waste a second clock time."

The two ladies in the sofa area are Fors Wall and Hugh Dilcha. They have collected the information of "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus, and they plan to ask a great detective who is good at deduction to help summarize the behavior of the target. law.

Of course, they withdrew Qilingus' name and changed the description of the supernatural content.

Seeing Essinger with a thin face, sharp edges and dark blue eyes, Hugh Dilcha handed the document bag in his hand to the other's assistant, a young brunette with gold-rimmed glasses and a capable temperament.

"Mr. Detective, I hope you can find out the pattern of the target's behavior in Backlund from the data."

Although he was not tall, when Hugh Dilcha sat upright and spoke in a deep voice, the majesty still made people want to obey involuntarily.

Essinger took a deep look at her, took the file bag from the assistant, unwound it, and pulled out the information inside.

He put down his pipe and concentrated on reading, one by one, without missing anything.

Ten minutes later, the gray-haired gentleman slowly tapped on the armrest and said, "The target has a paranoid love for the wind...then, in Backlund, the 'dust capital', he will definitely not choose heavily polluted ones." Long-term resident of the area, that is, he may live in Queens, the West Side, Hillston, Jorwood, or the suburbs of the North Side..."

"The target is a serial killer with a mental illness. Every other day, he will murder a living person... The reasonable approach is to target those homeless vagabonds. In Backlund, even the police don't know what's going on. How many bums..."

"The area where the target lives is neither too close nor too far from the East District where there are many homeless people, Backlund Bridge and other places... Frequently looking for victims around is a sign of immaturity, which does not match your description... ...And if it takes a long time to find the target of the murder, the target may not be able to control his own desires, and commit the crime in a situation where it is easy to be exposed..." JrNovels.com