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That morning, Murong Moxuan was in his room playing a game of Flying Chess, moving the pieces around the board with his left and right hands. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed from the hall. Moxuan frowned, jumped off his bed, slipped on his slippers, and slowly walked out of his room.
In the hall stood two people: one was the landlord, and the other was a girl Moxuan had never seen before.
Seeing Moxuan come out, the landlord nodded at him, glanced at the girl beside him, and said to Moxuan, "Mr. Murong, let me introduce you. This is our new tenant, Miss Yu." Before Moxuan could respond, he turned to the girl and added, "Miss Yu, this is Mr. Murong, just like you, a tenant here."
Moxuan licked his left thumb absentmindedly and cast a brief glance at the girl without saying a word; his eyes revealed a hint of indifference. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her bright eyes sparkled like jewels, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were as red as cherries. Though her face still bore traces of youthfulness, her features were strikingly beautiful and radiant. At that moment, she smiled gently at Moxuan and politely said, "Hello, nice to meet you."
However, Moxuan merely glanced at her coldly without speaking. He turned around, shoved his hands into his pockets, and returned to his room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. The girl was taken aback by her roommate's peculiar demeanor; she stood there momentarily stunned with a look of bewilderment on her face. The landlord quickly stepped in to ease the tension: "Miss Yu, Mr. Murong just isn't fond of interacting with strangers; he’s not unfriendly. By the way, why don’t you pick a room?"
The rental property had four suites, each with its own bedroom, bathroom, and balcony. The landlord had originally rented out all four suites to different tenants; however, over a year ago, a murder occurred here—some tenants died while others moved away or were arrested—leaving only Moxuan behind. Now that Miss Yu was moving in, it finally brought some much-needed liveliness back to the place.
After selecting her room and having her luggage moved in by the landlord, Miss Yu walked to Moxuan's door. Noticing it was slightly ajar, she peeked in with a faint smile on her face and softly asked, "Mr. Murong, may I come in?"
Moxuan glanced back at her coldly and replied curtly, "I’m called Murong Moxuan."
Surprised by his sudden self-introduction, Yu Xunyu blinked for a moment before regaining her composure and smiling slightly: "I’m Yu Xunyu—'Yu' as in 'melancholy,' 'Xun' as in 'search,' and 'Yu' as in 'language.'" As she spoke, she stepped into Moxuan's room and pulled out a business card from her pocket. A few seconds later, she approached him and handed him the card: "Here’s my business card."
Moxuan took it and exclaimed softly as he noticed something intriguing about it; his expression shifted slightly as he raised an eyebrow. The front of the card bore the words "Yu Xunyu Detective Agency" printed in bold black letters along with Xunyu's name and contact details including her phone number, QQ account, email address, and blog URL. The back featured the phrases "Business Investigation," "Marriage Investigation," "Property Investigation," and "Tracking Investigation" arranged in two rows of eight words each. In the bottom right corner were the words "Professional, Confidential, Efficient—Your Most Trustworthy Partner—Yu Xunyu Detective Agency."
Moxuan had always considered himself a detective; over the past year or so he had assisted the police in solving numerous complex cases and had gained quite a reputation within L City’s Criminal Police Team. Now here was this seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl claiming to be a detective herself—a rather amusing situation for him. Although Moxuan rarely smiled or laughed, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sense of humor at this moment; the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he suppressed a grin.
"You seem skeptical about my profession," Yu Xunyu observed perceptively.
Moxuan shrugged noncommittally.
Determined to prove herself right, Yu Xunyu said defiantly: "Alright then! I’ll show you that I am an outstanding detective."
Mo Xuan felt a flicker of curiosity, his eyes widening slightly as he asked, "How do you prove that?"
Yu Xunyu remained silent, her gaze fixed intently on Mo Xuan's face, scrutinizing him from head to toe. After a while, a smile crept onto her lips, and with a confident stance, she crossed her arms and declared, "I know! You are a full-time writer."
Mo Xuan was momentarily taken aback, blinking in surprise. "A full-time writer?" Yu Xunyu chuckled and continued, "And you specialize in writing Supernatural Horror Novels."
Without responding, Mo Xuan reached into the transparent plastic bag on the table and grabbed a handful of fruit gummies, popping them into his mouth one by one. His cheeks bulged as he chewed vigorously, all the while keeping his eyes on Yu Xunyu, seemingly waiting for her to elaborate.
"What do you think? Surprised?" Yu Xunyu beamed with pride, hands on her hips. "Curious about how I figured it out? It's just like Sherlock Holmes deducing that Watson had been to Afghanistan after shaking his hand—it's all about reasoning. Here’s how I arrived at my conclusion: First, today isn’t the weekend, yet you’re not at work. This indicates either you don’t have a regular job or your job allows you to work from home. Second, your hair is messy and your expression is dazed; you look like a typical homebody whose work can be done without stepping outside. This strongly suggests you might be a novelist. Lastly, your dark circles indicate you didn’t sleep well last night, which means you were likely up all night writing. Since you write Supernatural Horror Novels, it’s likely you wait until late at night for inspiration to strike. Therefore, I concluded that you are indeed a writer of Supernatural Horror Novels."
With her reasoning complete, she flashed a radiant smile filled with confidence and charm.
As for Mo Xuan, after hearing her "deduction," he couldn’t help but find it amusing. It was true that he hadn’t slept the previous night, but it wasn’t because he was writing a Supernatural Horror Novel; rather, he had been up all night playing Dou Dizhu by himself.
Of course, he didn’t correct Yu Xunyu’s erroneous deduction. Instead, he simply responded with an "Oh," nodding slightly. His expression remained unchanged while he thought to himself that this girl was quite interesting.
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