Crow's Paradise

On Sanyan Street, humanoid creatures with huge one-eyes on their heads were talking and coming and going.

After glancing around silently, Arnold walked back to his detective agency and his home.

When I first opened the door, it was a little dark, with only a dim yellow light source shining deep inside the door, near the end.

Where the light source was, beside a big old wooden table, a female with a similar shape to him, but with three eyes, looked at him:

"Back? How was it this time?"

"Well, the investigation is almost over."

Arnold rubbed his brows, leaving only a calm expression that was almost indifferent, with some doubts on his face.

"It seems that the investigation has yielded some clues?"

The three-eyed female demon-eyed person looked at him with a smile on her lips:

"Our great detective Arnold?"

Without answering her directly, Arnold just walked to the table where she was and put the contract in his hand on the table:

"Rather than that, help me deal with this first."

"How cold."

The three-eyed woman with the magic eye picked up the pile of papers as she spoke:

"Let me see. It's just a map?"

Soon, she noticed the positional relationship between the circles drawn on the paper and the areas enclosed by the circles, as well as the words marked next to them. She narrowed her three eyes at the same time:

"Confirmed? Church of Bones?"

Arnold thought for a moment and nodded:

"There is nothing wrong with the Church of Bones."

"There are indeed some cannibals among the rat men."

"They preach that by eating these creatures, you can gain their memories and their wisdom."

After hearing these words, the three-eyed woman thought for a moment, and then asked:

"Where did you get this information?"

"Where. Of course it's an information dealer in the black market."

"which one?"

Arnold frowned at her question, and then responded:

"Petro."

Two days later.

Yao Yan himself didn't take any action, but the matter about the person who wrote the pen slowly began to be stirred up in Central City.

Under the guidance of Yao Yan, the matter about the person who wrote the pen once again attracted the attention of the residents.

I began to pay attention to the person who wrote the pen.

Francisco looked for evidence and asked people he knew everywhere in order to prove that his statement was correct.

Grigo asked about the pen writer because he was concerned about the crow.

However, it's not just the arakkoa.

Yao Yan also discovered that some people who had no contact with the arakkoa, the scorpion man Danian, the arakkoa Francisco, and the arakkoa Grigori also started to

And the reason, Yao Yan quickly locked on Lao Jia——

Although he still doesn't know where Lao Jia is.

Oh, no, we'll find out soon.

The patter of rain connects the sky and the buildings on the ground.

And in this mist-like rain curtain, a big umbrella was held up, and the black-gray Crow Man flapped its wings. The black-gray wings brought his body to the door of a coffee shop.

The bronze horse-drawn carriages that drive through the streets from time to time make this city, which is deliberately created to have a steampunk atmosphere, even more emotional.

But Yao Yan didn't think there was anything wonderful about it.

Closing his umbrella and folding his wings, Yao Yan walked into the coffee shop.

His eyes passed over the lamp that was obviously an electric lamp but was placed on the counter in the shape of a kerosene lantern. Yao Yan asked the elf floating on the counter who looked somewhat similar to a goblin:

"Is Mr. Arnold here?"

The elf that looked like a small one was only the size of a human child. It had a humanoid outline with long ears, but its body was much smaller, more like a rag doll.

Literally "elf".

In response to his inquiry, the elf sitting on the counter picked up the menu board that was almost half the size of her body next to her, and while turning the pages, she responded:

"There is no Mr. Arnold. There is no one who waits for others or waits for others."

Hearing this, Yao Yan nodded and placed the menu:

"Have some fruit."

After saying that, without waiting for the elf to respond, he walked straight to the window seat where he could directly see the scenery outside the window.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he saw the person he was waiting for from the window.

Jingle Bell--

As the bicycle bell rang, Yao Yan saw a magic-eyed man in a windbreaker park his bicycle outside the store, and then he saw him at a glance and walked towards the entrance of the store.

The magic-eyed man wearing a black hat stared with big red eyes, came directly to the person opposite him, and covered a file bag on the table.

In the cafe, Yao Yan, who was wearing black funeral attire that should have been called a night dress in his previous life, and the magic-eyed man with a lot of water stains on his windbreaker, immediately attracted the attention of many people.

However, Yao Yan did not worry about the other guests. Instead, he looked at the magic-eyed man opposite and asked a little uneasily:

"What were the results of the investigation?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the paper manuscript exposed from the edge of the document bag on the table.

However, the manuscript was covered and he couldn't see the words on it. Arnold, the magic-eyed man, just stared at him and took a long time to respond to his inquiry:

"Give me money."

"." Even though Yao Yan had no emotion at all, his thoughts had to stop for half a second because of these unexpected words.

However, Yao Yan did not pay obediently.

After first tentatively lowering the price and maintaining the image of being frugal or stingy, he was threatened by Arnold with not giving the investigation report and "had no choice but" to pay the price.

After receiving the balance, Magic Eye Man Arnold took the manuscript documents out of the document bag.

There was a thick stack of paper manuscripts, but Arnold just flipped through it and took out four sheets from it.

After stuffing the other manuscripts back into the document bag, he pushed the document bag aside.

Immediately, Arnold spread out the four pieces of paper and took a look at them before placing them in front of him.

Yao Yan picked up the paper and saw a map.

He could recognize it, it was the map from the original owner's home to the Sky Burial Funeral Parlor.

And on top, a thick line was drawn with a red pen.

At this time, Arnold just leaned on the sofa, held the pipe, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"The rat race and the rat tribe have not been active in the third area recently, but have collectively moved to the fourth area."

As he spoke, he raised his head and asked thoughtfully:

"What do you know?"

Although Yao Yan did not expect this result, he had already prepared the words to deal with it. He frowned and responded:

"What do you know? You are doubting me, right? What do you mean?"

In the face of these smart people, there is no use pretending not to know.

For this kind of people, don't think about hiding things. Misleading is more effective than concealing.

However, the person in front of him stared at him with his big red eyes and said in a low voice:

"No need to pretend."

After these words, he continued:

"I have conducted an on-the-spot investigation. The Rats and Rat Tribes have not been active near your route home at all. The area you live in is a high-rise area, and there are many Eagle People living nearby. It is impossible for the Rats and Rat Tribes to be there. Activities around there.”

"so?"

Seeing that the other party fell into the trap, Yao Yan still looked like that, staring at the other party with crow eyes, with a silent attitude.