Song Jia looked disbelief and said that I could find out the ghost news. In fact, she was not sure. If she didn't drink, she would definitely remain silent. She would not stop things from herself. Even if she investigated the news, she would ask for a little information. Only when she found out would it be announced. That would be both face and introverted, and would not seem embarrassing.

Unfortunately, the Lafite in the past 1982 years is so delicious. After a few cups, I began to feel a little uncontrollable and brag in front of Song Jia.

In fact, my biggest reliance is the Beijing Film Academy. They belong to the top assassination organization in China and may have contact or intersection with this private detective named Ghost.

"Song Jia, what if I find out about the ghost?" I asked at Song Jia.

"Impossible!" she said.

"There is nothing impossible in this world," I said.

"Okay, if you can find out the ghost news, I will promise you one request. Otherwise, you must agree to me one request unconditionally." Song Jia said in my eyes, with a hint of provocation in her eyes, and she might think I was sure to lose.

"Haha!" I laughed and said, "Okay, don't regret it."

"The thing I regret most in this life is that I trust Chu Tian's sweet words in Xiamen. No, it should be your handsome trick." Song Jia said.

I stared at her for a few seconds, but didn't say anything, but took out my phone, thought for a while, entered the mobile phone number of Beijing Film Academy, and then dialed it in.

The ringtone rang five times before the other end of the phone came from Beijing Film Academy: "Hey, why are you looking for me?"

"I'm in trouble." I said.

"Say!" Beiying's voice made me feel that there was no emotion at all.

I looked up at Song Jia, then stood up and walked to the side, and whispered to Beiying: "The thing we control Kong Zhigao may have been discovered by one person."

"Who? I will let him disappear." Beijing Ying said.

"A very famous person in the private detective circle, I only know that his nickname is Ghost. I used the police force in Jiangcheng to look for him everywhere, but I didn't find any clues. I had no choice but to ask for help from the organization." I said.

"Nicknamed Ghost?" Beiying asked.

"Yes, I can read lip language, and I heard that I can also know all kinds of dialects in the north and south, and I understand English, French, and Japanese foreign languages. I am also a genius." I told all the things I knew about ghosts in Beijing, and finally asked nervously: "Do you know this person?"

"Don't worry about this matter, hum, I didn't expect to dare to interfere in our northern affairs." Beiying said inexplicably, then hung up the phone.

"Hey? Hey? Don't hang up, make it clear!" I shouted to my phone, but Beiying on the other end had already hanged up the phone, and only a beeping electric sound came.

"Damn!" I cursed inwardly, then walked back with a depressed look on my face, thinking about the meaning of Beiying's last sentence. He should have known about the ghost, but he didn't tell me.

"How is it? Have you found out about the ghost?" Song Jia asked at me, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes, but there was more doubt.

"That, I figured it out, it's just a matter of importance. I can't tell you for the time being." I said with a tough bullet.

"Hehe..." Unexpectedly, Song Jia laughed in an instant when she heard my words.

"Don't laugh, I didn't lie to you," I said.

"Do you think I will believe it? If you lose, you will lose. A manly man can't catch up with his words. Don't let your image in my mind become a novice who is untrustworthy." Song Jia was too cruel and forced me to the dead corner with words.

"I will deal with the ghost matter. Go back and tell your dad and let him rest assured." I said confidently.

"Wang Hao, this is not a joke. It doesn't matter if you lose. We can continue to think of a solution." Song Jia said.

"I really didn't lie to you," I said.

"Then what do you think of the ghost's real name, what is his origin, and where are the people now?" Song Jia asked a series of questions.

"This..." I couldn't answer any of them.

"Wang Hao, I am willing to accept the loss without embarrassment. What is embarrassing is the man who lost and cheated on me." Song Jia continued to run me with words.

I was so depressed. The bastard of Beijing Film Academy must have known about the ghost, but he didn't say anything. There was nothing he could do if Song Jia ran it. I had to say, "Okay, now I lose, you will know that I didn't brag in the future."

"If you lose, you lose. What does it mean to count?" Song Jia refused to give in.
Chapter completed!