Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Exactly the same."

Liu Zheng nodded after looking at it carefully.

"Okay, then my request is complete. Here is my business card. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Luo Ping gave him a business card and then prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, Detective Luo Ping."

Liu Zheng called out to him.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Liu? *cough cough cough!!!*"

Luo Ping turned around and coughed violently again, his face even paler than before.

Clearly, the ability he just displayed is the source of his morbid state.

"Do you know this person?"

Liu Zheng pointed to the portrait and asked.

"do not know."

Luo Ping shook his head.

"Don't laugh at me, Mr. Liu, although I am a detective, I basically make a living with this skill."

"Do you know anyone who might know them?"

he asked again.

"this one"

Luo Ping hesitated.

"The agency fee is 50%."

Liu Zheng said directly.

"Let me ask."

Luo Ping immediately took out his phone and took a picture of the portrait.

After taking the photo, he took his phone and walked to the side to make a call.

After another round of coded communication, he hung up the phone and returned to Liu Zheng.

"Mr. Liu, the other party is asking for 50,000 yuan."

Luo Ping said.

"can."

Liu Zheng directly counted out 80,000 yuan and handed it to him.

"This person must be a ninja from the Iga clan."

Luo Ping put the money away and said.

"Is it possible to find out who hired him?"

he asked.

"We can't find their exact identities, we can only find out who recently hired Iga ninjas, and even that's not necessarily complete."

Luo Ping shook his head.

"That's okay too."

"Intelligence fee of 100,000 yuan."

Luo Ping said.

"Give."

Liu Zheng readily paid the money.

"Recently, employers in Iga include 'Shirakaba Medicinal Wine', 'Taobao Shopping', and 'Rokuyu Tea Shop'."

Luo Ping named five names in a row.

"Is that all?"

He asked calmly.

"That's all, Mr. Liu."

Luo Ping said.

"What if I pay more?"

"There's really nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry, Mr. Liu."

Luo Ping shook his head.

"Okay, thank you. By the way, could you show me what this place looked like just now?"

Liu Zheng said.

"I've already checked, and there are no other abnormalities."

Luo Ping replied.

He can see the scene for a very long time, but it would be very taxing to reproduce it in reality.

Therefore, Luo Ping can also judge which scenes need to be reproduced and which do not.

Of course, if the employer is willing to pay a high price, he could certainly do it again.

"Okay, then let's do it this way. Oh, by the way, here's 50,000 yuan from Doctor Bee. Could you please give it to him for me?"

Liu Zheng took out 50,000 yuan and handed it to him.

"Okay. May I go now, Mr. Liu?"

Luo Ping asked.

"Does Detective Luo Ping seem short of money?"

"They are indeed in short supply."

Luo Ping said frankly.

"I'm not only wealthy, but I also enjoy making friends. If you need money, feel free to come to me. I really enjoy investing in capable people like you. But I don't want you to make money through me with other people, understand?"

He stared into Luo Ping's eyes as he spoke.

Although he didn't show anything unusual, the other party was, after all, a detective, and might have figured it out.

Moreover, even if Luo Ping doesn't go to Liuyu Tea House, Liuyu Tea House might still come looking for him.

"Is Mr. Liu threatening me?"

Luo Ping's smile carried a hint of mockery.

"You could also interpret this as a gesture of goodwill. You don't need to express your opinion yet; you can investigate my situation first. Quite a few people should know about the new delivery driver at Bloody Restaurant."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"I will. Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Liu."

Luo Ping bowed slightly, got into his old-fashioned Nissan, and drove away.

"If you're so worried, why not just kill this guy? All this talk is tiring to listen to."

The French plane tree complained.

"You think I'm like you, all you do is fight and kill all day long?"

Liu Zheng glared at it.

"How dare you say that? If you're going to drink, just drink! Open one bottle and drink one, that's enough, right? Why open them all at once and play a game of 'number of soldiers'? Do you think you're still a sapling?"

"Who knew someone would be hiding there all along?"

The plane tree felt very wronged.

"Alright, stop arguing, let me think for a while."

He waved his tentacles to silence the plane tree, then fell into deep thought.

The mastermind behind this drunken incident is almost certainly Liu Yu Tea House, and the punishment of transplanting plane trees to the volcano was likely their idea as well.

Their goal was clear: transplanting the trees outside the city would make it easier for them to carry them out, and the volcanic environment forced the London plane trees to evolve into phoenixes.

Once the mastermind is identified, things become simple: it's just a matter of negotiation or war.

Negotiation is definitely out of the question. Right now, Liu Zheng knows that Six Feather Tea Company is behind the operation, but Six Feather Tea Company probably doesn't know that Liu Zheng knows they are the ones who started it.

From this perspective, Liu Yu Tea Shop is now in the open, while Liu Zheng is in the shadows, and the initiative is in his hands.

Once negotiations begin, both sides reveal their cards, and Liu Zheng loses the advantage of having the initiative.

In the long run, eliminating a known enemy in advance will make the battle to protect the Phoenix Eggs much more effective.

To deal with monks who have temples, the natural course of action is to seize the situation and then swiftly destroy the mountain and temple, annihilating them in one fell swoop.

"Be careful lately, and I'll deal with them when I have some free time."

After thinking it through, he said to the plane tree.

"You are absolutely forbidden from drinking again, or I'd rather have the fire mage burn you to a crisp first!"

He paused, then gave a stern warning.

"I know, why are you being so fierce, you annoying idiot human."

The plane tree muttered.

"Ah."

Liu Zheng glanced at it, got into his sports car, and headed towards the clinic.

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Luo Ping walked alone in the alley, his figure elusive and ghostly.

"Cough cough!!"

He suddenly started coughing violently, then took out a pack of cigarettes and a match from his pocket.

"Stab!"

He rubbed the match against the wall next to him, and the match head immediately caught fire.

"Whoo~"

Luo Ping took a deep drag on his lit cigarette, then exhaled a standard smoke ring, his cheeks flushing an unnatural red.

"Doctor, open the door, I'm back."

He walked to the door of Yifeng Pharmacy and knocked on the door.

"Don't talk like this is your home, you bastard."

The doctor opened the door a crack, his tone displeased.

"I come here several times a week, what's the difference between this and going home?"

Luo Ping smiled and said.

"Actually, I don't necessarily need to make money off you."

The doctor bee squinted and said.

"No way. You promised to keep treating me at cost price. I can't let you break your promise."

Luo Ping said in a very serious tone.

"Then I should thank you, right?"

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Luo Ping took off his hat to bow, then put it back on.

"Your shameless behavior is just like that food delivery guy's. You two would definitely get along well."

"I am a doctor," the doctor said with a hint of sarcasm.