Crow's Paradise

There are too many sewers in Central City, and most of them are mixed with various things, especially "alcohol".

It is too difficult to trace the source through this.

The only useful clue is "the sewers to the east".

"What happens after that? Is there anything else you can remember?" The frowning "Elf" asked again.

"Really, really gone! I really don't remember!" The white-haired rat just cried.

This... doesn't provide any useful clues.

Nothing was found. It was just an experimental animal that was born from the black market but had no memory of the black market. It was just accidentally exposed to the black market again?

"Elf", or Arnold's single eye narrowed under his disguised eyes.

Damn it, is it going to end in such an unclear way again?

Arnold has tried various methods to investigate the black market.

I used various identities to go to various lower levels, various dark alleys, and the locations of various criminal races to investigate, but there have been no clues.

And this time, is it just useless information?

Arnold took a deep breath.

If he was related to the black market, he would indeed avoid the search through various methods.

Unless you encounter some unavoidable restrictions, the transfer will not be smooth for a period of time.

But what can limit them?

Arnold has long been puzzled by the existence of the black market.

In this era, if a race does not follow the code of conduct stipulated by the law, once it is discovered, it will be caught quickly with the reward method that induces reporting.

Even if there is a law that will punish the whistleblower with the same sentence if the report is found to be false, it can reduce the number of people who unscrupulously frame up, but it cannot completely prevent it.

But precisely because of this, when a report is generally reported, the police will arrive at the destination quickly according to the regulations.

However, under such circumstances, the black market can still exist.

Arnold even wondered whether the existence of the black market itself was supported by high-level officials.

He has not even seen a single media report about the black market.

This situation itself, for someone like him who knew part of the black market intelligence, was naturally extremely illegal.

However, he also knew that whether he understood it or not, the black market itself would continue to exist.

He also does not think that his ability is comparable to that of society as a whole, and that he can change this situation alone when the media of the whole society is powerless.

All he could do was continue to investigate.

After thinking for a moment and watching the white-haired rat leave, he decided to return to Sanyan Street first to share the clues he found with others, and then go to the sewers that might be related to the black market.

Yao Yan silently watched the "elf" leave.

Arnold disguised himself as an elf and interrogated the white-haired rat all the time under his watchful eyes.

However, Yao Yan had a problem.

That's the white-haired rat.

Although Arnold couldn't detect it, Yao Yan could detect it.

That white-haired rat is not normal.

Yao Yan sensed a familiar power from the white-haired rat.

However, he did not catch up with the white-haired rat immediately.

He can clearly understand what his purpose is.

Immediately, he turned around and chased Arnold.

District 2, Sanyan Street.

At night, Arnold opened the door of his detective agency and his eyes widened when he found that it was empty. After a few seconds, he seemed to have remembered something, showed a sudden expression, and turned around to leave.

Walking out of the street where the Magic Eye people lived, he found a corner and changed into another set of clothes, and then walked along the stairs and entered the underground city.

In Central City, there are high-rises where races such as birdmen, winged men and some bug-men live, there are ground floors where races such as orcs and aliens live, and of course there are races living underground.

Bug people, snake people, rat people.

It's still the same elf-like dress, but the skin is black.

Underworld elves.

With nicknames such as "dark elves", spider elves are also one of them.

This kind of elf has a similar, or almost identical, shape to those fair-skinned elves on the ground.

Of course, I'm talking about "elves" in a narrow sense.

After all, in a broad sense, goblins, harpies, and sphinxes are all types of goblins, just like spider elves and half-human snakes are also types of underground elves.

In other words, the upper part of the body is similar to the legendary human race, and races consistent with elves, including vampires, can be applied to the broad definition of "elves".

Those with snake heads and tails and only arms that resemble humans or elves on their torsos are not considered elves.

As a detective who often disguises himself as various races to investigate cases, Arnold has a very clear definition of an elf.

As he gradually walked underground, the light gray mist with a hint of black gradually became thicker.

The stairs going down had been shrouded in something hazy, whether it was smoke or fog, making it blurry. Only places within a few meters could be seen.

Arnold lowered his head, his movements seemed hurried but his gait was actually steady as he hurried on. Around him, various humanoid creatures passed by in a blur, and a sense of coldness penetrated his body.

Soon, Arnold came to an underground street corresponding to the location one hundred meters below his office.

The setting of the underground city is very different from the streets on the ground, but it is inexplicably similar, as if it was designed by the same person.

However, the people walking around this street are basically giants with a single eye but a tall body.

Cyclops.

Arnold stopped.

Rather than being called "Magic-Eyed Man", he knew that he should be classified as "Cyclops".

The so-called "man with magic eyes" actually refers to a man with three eyes, not an alien like him.

However, today's society has confused the specific definition of "Magic Eye Man" and regards him, a stunted alien, as a subspecies of the three-eyed man, as a Magic Eye Man.

And just as he was walking towards his destination, he saw a Cyclops with a stooped and thin body. He was curling up shivering and trying to get up tremblingly. However, at this moment, something fell out of him. Something.

In front of this three-meter-tall Cyclops, Arnold looked small and thin.

but

Without any extra thought, he took a few steps forward, picked up the fallen object that rolled two meters in front of him, and then handed it back to the one-eyed giant.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The turbid, huge eyes blinked, and the one-eyed giant curled up and thanked him in a weak voice.

Arnold said nothing and just walked towards his destination house.