Crow's Paradise

After everyone checked the contents on the paper, the hawk-like detective, or police detective, took out his pipe, rubbed it slowly for a few times, and then said:

"I think this piece of paper is related to the recent serial murder cases, but I am not very familiar with the recent serial murder cases. Do you have any ideas? I believe you will be willing to talk about it. I will first Come"

"I have reviewed the information before, and the police did not find any connection between the identities of the deceased."

Detective Yingren glanced around, took off the pipe from his mouth, and said loudly.

The person who answered was an insect detective with a thin face and a squirming mouthpart. He raised his hand and said:

"I have some knowledge of this. The guys underground are not stable at all. I was near the scene when they committed a crime."

As he spoke, the insect detective took out a notebook, and each of his arthropods scratched across the notebook, making a rustling sound:

"I'm not sure, but I don't think the killers were that big."

While he was drawing, his other arthropod was swinging beside the sketchbook, but soon, her movements became gentle, and no sound was heard in the room.

Clearly, he was trying to imitate something.

However, the arthropod animation board is revealed, resulting in sketched portraits.

On the page with rows and layers, there are gray figures that are not tall.

"Oh, a bunch of cuties, huh? That's good news."

The deep voice of the werewolf detective, who was the tallest and strongest among the wolf detectives and stood at the front of the team, spread around the room:

"Tiaozi, when arresting such vicious criminals, can we expand the scope of 'self-defense'?"

Hearing this, the Eagle Detective responded:

"Of course, when the life of the non-active attacker is threatened, the self-defense counterattack can be extended to the point of incapacitating the other party. Even if the attacker is killed, there is a chance that he can avoid prosecution."

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However, at this time, a kobold detective next to him walked up to the eagle detective, looked at the group of werewolf detectives, and responded with narrowed eyes:

"Mr. Vaughn, we have discovered that you have abused your right to counterattack in self-defense several times. You have killed sixty-seven people through your right to counterattack in self-defense without being punished by law. However, this time, your plan will not succeed."

The kobold's eyes wandered over the werewolves, especially the wolf detective leader he called Vaughn.

Arnold listened to the detectives' conversation and watched their actions in silence.

He was considering whether to give guidance.

His goal is to find the black market, and with the help of these detectives, he can find the black market.

And for this goal, he needs to tell the news he obtained before

Arnold made a decision in his mind and then opened his mouth:

"I know something that's not certain enough."

His voice attracted the attention of everyone who was confronting him.

Eyes fell on him one after another. Arnold did not hesitate or panic. He just showed himself to be thinking while talking and continued:

"One of my informants told me that a group I was tracking for underground trading in contraband had contact with another group of people at a place like a dock."

This sentence made the eagle detective and the kobold detective look at each other:

"Somewhere like a dock?"

Obviously, they could not accept this vague statement immediately.

Their eyes fell on Arnold again, seeking more detailed information from the elf detective.

Arnold himself knew that the expression "a place like a dock" was too vague, and then he added:

"My informant was pretending to be a drunk when he came into contact with the other party. Because of the other party's sight, he had to actually drink. However, unfortunately, his drinking capacity was not good, so neither he nor I were sure of the news. authenticity.”

After giving some words to himself and patching up his background, Arnold continued:

"I think there should be some connection between the murderer and the underground trading gang. It shouldn't be just some defensive suspicion."

His additional background information and "new information" quickly made the detectives lower their guard.

However, at this time, among the detectives, a bird-man detective with gray and black feathers, whose characteristics should be like a nightingale, said:

"I also have some information, but I'm not sure of its authenticity."

Under the gaze of everyone, the nightingale bird-man said with a pleasant, ups and downs voice that was almost like a song:

"It's about the treasures of the Dark Ages"

"Dark Ages?" The leader of the wolf detectives, the werewolf, seemed to have captured something keenly and asked immediately.

"Yes, it said in the book I read."

Nightingale said in a calmer manner:

"Legend has it that some forces that were resisting at the time, led by the Church of Bones and the Church of the Abyss, buried some valuable items in order to avoid being completely wiped out."

This made the detectives look at each other more or less, but they didn't show much curiosity.

Apparently, this kind of thing happens a lot.

However, these words obviously reminded the detectives that there might be some connection between this incident and the serial murder.

However, at this moment, the nightingale birdman continued:

"Central City itself is built on the urban settlement of the Dark Ages."

"The Central City in the Dark Ages was still very small, but in this era, it has become very big."

The Nightingale Birdman said, and glanced out the window, at the white dove skirt flying over the top of the building:

"The current location of those buried treasures should be within the area of ​​Area 1 and Area 2."

This sentence links the previous serial killings to this so-called treasure.

However, it is obvious that the detectives are not interested in these so-called treasures.

Next, all the detectives expressed their opinions, one by one.

In the quiet room, a group of detectives sometimes argued, sometimes refuted each other, or sometimes stood up and paced.

While Arnold was organizing his thoughts, the white-haired detective man listened quietly without making any comments.

But just as the detectives finished talking and the plot was coming to an end, the Nightingale Birdman suddenly raised his arm:

"I want to leave."

Without any hesitation, the nightingale bird-man spread its wings and flew.

But at this time, what was supposed to disappear after he refused the commission once again attracted the detectives who had just left.