They soon found a phone number for making IDs on a utility pole.
They then found a public phone at a convenience store and called it.
Half a day later, they got their crudely made ID cards...
They were real, but the faces barely looked like them.
Still, they would do as long as they were not examined too closely.
Now that they had IDs, they could finally do some things.
Everyone turned to Wen Sheng. "Brother, what should we do now?"
Wen Sheng thought for a moment. "What we need to do is actually very simple."
"We adapt to local conditions."
"We need to find a detective agency."
"Since this world has so many murder cases, there must be plenty of detectives too."
Everyone immediately understood.
They then went looking for detective agencies.
After asking around, they found that just as Wen Sheng had predicted, there were indeed a great many detective agencies.
They arrived on a commercial street and saw a row of office buildings, all displaying signs with the word "Detective."
There were fewer of them than restaurants, but about as many as barber shops.
If a place had as many detective agencies as barber shops, one could imagine just how many murder cases there were.
They entered one of the busiest office buildings.
It was a small eight-story building.
Above it hung a sign that read, "Dajia Detective Agency."
A long line had already formed at the entrance, and staff members were receiving visitors.
"Heh, it really is lively." For some reason, Ruthless suddenly sneered.
Perhaps he had noticed the position of "receptionist."
They joined the line as well.
Soon, they heard many people speaking to the receptionist.
One woman cried, "My husband is dead. Please ask a detective to find the murderer."
Someone else said,