"Hey, Luo Yan, I'm going to Sky City."
Just as Little Illusion was looking around the large office, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared before her and said coldly,
"Sky City?" Little Illusion asked in surprise.
"Yes. You can't give me what I want. I thought you'd become a great detective, but it turns out you're still useless. Trash will always be trash," the beautiful woman said, shaking her head mockingly.
"A great detective? You mean these cases? I can solve them all in ten minutes." Little Illusion immediately got angry.
"Ten minutes? I won't leave even if you can solve them in ten days."
"Let me make this clear. Whether you leave has nothing to do with me. I just want to prove that I'm not useless," Little Illusion said angrily.
Children were especially unable to tolerate this.
Adults might still choose to lie flat.
"Then prove it to me." The beautiful woman sneered.
Everyone turned to look at her, amusement in their eyes.
What case could Little Illusion solve?
If someone had stolen her toys or lollipops, she could probably catch them right away.
But asking her to solve cases was like making a monkey crack walnuts—it would be completely hopeless.
"Fine, watch."
With that, Little Illusion began calling for help.
To be honest, she was a little nervous.
What if Old Wen told her to finish it independently again? That would be humiliating.
She had just discovered that no special abilities could be used here.
But unexpectedly, Wenren Sheng arrived very quickly. Without waiting for her to ask, he directly gave her the answers. "Five cases. All right, listen."
"First, the Corpse Under the Bed. She died of a stroke in her sleep. The reason she was under the bed was because her pet Big Dog dragged her