The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 904 598: Detective Luo Ping (Part 2)

"That's right, Ugly dusa is a descendant of the Gorgon. But their bloodline was cursed by a certain god, causing them to be born bald and lose the ability to turn people into stone. Moreover, unless a child dies young, they can only have one offspring in their lifeti."

"Therefore, they have to make a living by making poison, and they usually wear wigs, hence they're called 'Wig Demons.'

Doctor dical Bee explained.

"This god sure sounds boring."

Liu Zheng quipped.

"Gods, you know, are just beings that reach a certain dinsional level of existence, and there are all kinds of them. So barely have self-awareness, while others have an excess of it and are more annoying than bratty kids."

"I'm getting sidetracked. Anyway, if you can help Ugly dusa lift the bloodline curse, she'd be willing to do anything for you. Hehehe."

Doctor dical Bee let out a lascivious laugh.

"If I had that ability, wouldn't it be easier just to grab her and scan her brain for mories?"

He rolled his eyes.

"That's possible too. I'm just giving you an idea; it's up to you what to do."

"But, given you're a big client, if you tell the full details, maybe I can provide you with so ideas."

Doctor dical Bee said.

"Okay. Here's how it is..."

Liu Zheng told it all he could.

"Did you take the wine out during transportation?"

Doctor dical Bee asked.

"No. They were always in my storage device."

"Then soone tampered with it after you took it out and gave it to that tree. You should hire a detective to investigate around that tree, you might find sothing."

Doctor dical Bee suggested.

"Do you know any experts in that field?"

He asked.

Doctor dical Bee didn't speak, just extended a foreleg.

Liu Zheng understood and handed over so cash.

"I do know soone, but his fees are high."

Doctor dical Bee said, pocketing the money.

"Money's not an issue."

"Alright, I'll contact him then."

Doctor dical Bee made a call in front of him.

Even so, it spoke in code with the person on the other end, each word was understandable to Liu Zheng, but the aning was lost.

"It's settled. A flat rate of ten thousand, guaranteed to find out how the poison was put into the wine bottle."

Doctor dical Bee said while still on the call.

"What if I add more money, could you ensure the whole matter is investigated thoroughly?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Just ten thousand, he thought Doctor dical Bee's high fee was much higher.

On reflection, it made sense; his salary was only a few thousand, and tropolis money was indeed valuable.

"I'll ask."

Doctor dical Bee spoke in code again.

"He said he can't guarantee, he won't take uncertain money."

"Alright, ten thousand then."

Liu Zheng nodded.

This detective seed reliable after all.

"I'll call him over."

After more than ten minutes, an old Nissan stopped at the alley entrance.

A man in a detective hat got out and walked toward Liu Zheng.

Clearly, his health wasn't great, not only was his pace slow, but his steps were also unsteady, as if a breeze could knock him over.

But upon nearing, Liu Zheng realized he wasn't weak, rather quite robust, just hidden under an overly loose trench coat.

"Honored to et you, Mr. Liu. I'm Luo Ping, a private detective."

The man tipped his hat in salute to Liu Zheng, wild white hair growing like weeds.

His face was lined with wrinkles, loose skin, and swollen, dark eye bags, fitting an elderly man's appearance.

However, his voice sounded young, even a bit childlike.

"I'm honored to et you too, Detective Luo."

Liu Zheng replied politely.

"Your commission is to find out how the poison got into the wine bottles, right?"

Luo Ping confird.

"Yes."

"Then please pay the fee first."

Luo Ping said.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng looked towards the door crack.

"I forgot to ntion, his rule is full paynt upfront."

Doctor dical Bee said.

"Not ntioning sothing like that is really forgetful."

He squinted slightly.

Ten thousand isn't much, but this halfway explanation wasn't encouraging.

"How about I front half for you?"

Doctor dical Bee reluctantly offered.

"That's more like it."

Liu Zheng handed the combined ten thousand to Luo Ping.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, cough cough!"

Luo Ping coughed heavily a few tis, then covered his mouth.

"In your state, you should let Doctor dical Bee treat you instead of working."

He frowned.

"If I don't work, I won't have money for dical bills. Right, Doctor dical Bee?"

Luo Ping smiled, looking pale.

"You make sound like a heartless doctor. You've long earned enough for the bills, but you spend it on pointless things, worsening your condition."

Doctor dical Bee complained.

"I find them interesting. Doctor dical Bee, want to invest a bit? The returns are high."

Luo Ping grinned.

"No thanks, it's uncertain if you'll live to see the returns."

Doctor dical Bee flatly rejected.

"You two can chat later, I'm in a hurry now."

Liu Zheng said, expressionless.

"Alright, should we take my car or yours?"

Luo Ping asked, a flicker of sothing in his eyes.

"Let's drive separately, you follow ."

He replied.

"Okay. I'll go start my car then."

Luo Ping nodded and headed towards the old Nissan.

"Can Niu Daji co out?"

Liu Zheng asked Doctor dical Bee.

"About fifteen more minutes."

Doctor dical Bee replied.

"Then have it return to the clinic after."

"Okay."

After giving the instructions, Liu Zheng got in his sports car and drove with Luo Ping to Rose Street.

As soon as he entered Rose Street, he saw a scene that made his blood run cold.

In front of the French Plane Tree were nurous wine bottles, and its roots were stretching towards one of them.

"Stop your roots!"

Liu Zheng shouted with all his might.

His voice was so loud that Luo Ping behind him slamd on the brakes.

The French Plane Tree was also startled, its roots froze mid-air.

Liu Zheng jumped out of the car, sprinting towards the French Plane Tree with all his strength, drawing the "Seven Deadly Sins·Anger."

The Dragon Scale Blade was engulfed in raging flas, mirroring his current state of mind.

"If you really want to die, I won't bother with the sanitation departnt, I'll chop you down myself and send you to the kitchen as firewood."

He warned sternly, pointing his blade at the French Plane Tree.

"Who's looking for death? Why shout so loud?"

The French Plane Tree retorted.

"Not asking for death, but you're drinking wine?"

Liu Zheng accused, pointing to the evidence on the ground.

"I was just trying to lure out the person who hard ."

The French Plane Tree said pitifully.

"No need to worry, I've found soone."

Hearing this, his anger subsided slightly, speaking with annoyance.

"Alright, put away your trashy wine, don't interfere with the detective I hired."

Liu Zheng ordered.

"Hmph, why should I listen to you?"

The French Plane Tree stubbornly replied.

"Not listening huh? Fine, tomorrow I'll have you transplanted to the sewer, lots of food, urine, and feces there, and the Fire Mage will help groom your branches, you'll love it."

He sneered.

"I don't want that!"

The French Plane Tree protested, quickly retracting its roots below ground, taking the bottles with them.

"Suit yourself, Mr. Luo, you can start working now."

Liu Zheng said.

"Do you or the tree have any skills or items like the Forbidden Magic Domain or an Anti-superpower Force Field?"

Luo Ping asked, a spark flickering in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

"None, huh!"

The French Plane Tree turned its head away.

"Alright, then I'll begin."

Liu Zheng, heeding his reminder, quickly caught him.

"So light!"

Liu Zheng comnted.

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