While waiting for Lao Jia's next goal to notify him, Yao Yan made his own plan in various ways—

Including but not limited to casually mentioning the person who writes the pen and letting the person next to you hear it inadvertently.

Deliberately mention a book in memory involving the writer, especially the paragraphs that are closely related to the writer or are close to the writer.

Or maybe you first mention the matters related to the writer, and then indirectly mention the person with the same name in the past who was indeed recognized as the writer, so that the person who hears it misunderstood in advance.

The way to guide people's attention and attract attention is Yao Yan as much as he wants.

However, just as he was waiting for Lao Jia's news, he suddenly discovered the demon-eyed detective he had contacted before.

Because of this detective's habit of pursuing facts, the first time in his world, the rumors about the writers were spreading were not so smooth.

Although it was successful that attracted Lao Jia.

However, the other party's actions attracted his attention.

That's it?

......

In the rain, Arnold, the demon-eyed man, came to the steam locomotive station again and prepared to take a bus to the other side of the second area to confirm whether he had enough gains.

While he was riding on the steam locomotive, as the steam locomotive began to move on the ground tracks in the city, he held the umbrella in his left hand and read the newspaper in his right hand.

As he flipped through, his eyes suddenly solidified. The pupils in the huge eyeballs in the center of his head quickly shrank, and the reason was the biggest news on the first page:

"This newspaper reported that at 6:10 am yesterday, two serious explosions occurred in the Sgreen Crematorium located in the eastern suburbs of the Fourth District. The explosion was suspected to be caused by a bomb. The explosion occurred in the room of the head of the crematorium on the first floor. The director Hugderion died on the spot. At present, clues have been obtained. The person who carried out the terrorist attack was Nord, the Ravens..."

Looking at the photos posted in the newspaper, Arnold immediately recognized the explosion as his previous client.

Nord...this is that Crow Man.

Why did Nord attack the crematorium? And used bombs? Terrorist attacks?

Nord looked at the words and photos in the newspaper in confusion and seriousness.

Although he really wanted to investigate now, for him, what is more important is the black market.

About yourself.

About the black market where he was born Arnold, the illegal but non-compliant but has always existed, circumventing the courts and police circumventing various detectives through various means.

The nameless black market he has been looking for for nearly twenty years but has never been close to.

He knew that the black market would be very dangerous, and he also knew that he should return and tell his "sister" the news, which was also a three-eyed female born earlier in that black market by a mother's demon-eyed person who should be called a mother in terms of biological relationship.

However, what he also knew was how difficult it was to obtain information from the black market and how dangerous it was to obtain information from the black market.

He didn't plan to go back and tell her, nor did he have time to let her move out of the detective office and hide in the basement where he used to hide various spares and daily necessities in emergencies.

Sitting on the steam locomotive, he had already started to disguise himself and put binocular eyepieces for disguise on his eyes.

He knew that investigating the black market would definitely bring considerable danger, but he did not give up the goal of constantly pursuing the past twenty years, nor did he miss the opportunity that came after a basically fruitless pursuit for twenty years.

......

In the huge urban agglomeration, steam locomotives were driving. In the afternoon, on the other side of the second area, on the east area, the steam locomotive finally stopped.

On a long table outside the site, a short white-haired rat with a deformed arms was sneaking around and then took out something from his wide clothes.

This is a rat-shaped and mouse-body creature, not a humanoid creature with human-like limbs and mouse-heads.

The things he took out from his loose clothes were not something strange, but food, a big cake. After he took out the food, he immediately started to chew.

However, just as he happily ate the big cake made from unknown grain, he suddenly got patted on his shoulder.

The white-haired rat couldn't help but tremble, and the cake in his hand also fell off. Although he hurriedly grabbed it, he could not receive it before it landed.

He hurriedly picked up the pancake from the ground, wiped it with his clothes twice, and wrapped it back into his clothes, half turned his body to look at it, and then he saw a "elves" wearing a windbreaker and a deer hunting hat.

The "elves" raised the brim of the hat, revealing a delicate face wearing eyepieces.

"Elf?" The white-haired rat was stunned.

"Shh! I'm the 'claw'."

The white-haired rat only saw the other party raising his index finger and pressing it against his lips, indicating that he would silence.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the other party's voice lower, came to him and said:

"I ask a question, you answer a question, and a question is a payment."

Tempted by the money, the white-haired rat nodded repeatedly.

"Where is the place where the female elves you've seen before holding a cub of some kind of human creature?"

The "elves" who called themselves "sharp claws" asked in a deep voice.

The white-haired rat's brain was almost dominated by hunger and then responded:

"In one, in a draining sewer, I watched the elf drown the cub in the sewer!"

Hearing this sentence, the face of the "elves" who claimed to be "sharp claws" changed slightly, and his gaze suddenly became sharper:

"Are you sure!?"

"I'm sure!"

The white-haired rat swallowed:

"I went to the sewer to find food that day. Although I was a little drunk, I remember it very clearly that the elf almost fell into the water, and I saw it!"

Hearing this sentence, the sharp gaze of the "elves" floated away from him for a few circles, and then immediately asked:

“Where is the sewer?”

"No, I don't know...yes, it's a place like a dock."

In the other party's sudden sharp eyes, the white-haired rat tried hard to recall:

"I was swimming over after a fruit floating in the water. I remember that the location where I set out was near the sewer in the east, where the sewer there smelled of wine!"

The white-haired rat responded tremblingly, making the "elves"'s gaze even more gloomy.

"What happened? Why did you get to that place after that?"

Obviously, the information of "wine" cannot allow the elf to accurately locate it.

Hearing this sentence, a humanized crying face appeared on the white-haired rat's face:
Chapter completed!