The painter could not help lifting his chin, looking slightly proud. "Of course they're real. Don't underestimate the material I've accumulated—actually, I happened to witness quite a few of the cases I mentioned just now. That's why I felt that puppet had an affinity with me."
Jiang Xia fell silent for a moment. When he looked at the painter again, his gaze had subtly changed.
He took out his Business Card. "Although I should have given you one last time, I was worried you hadn't saved my contact information..."
"I saved it." The painter gave him a meaningful look. "You're not much worse than my puppet."
Jiang Xia said seriously, "If you discover anything unusual around you that might be related to a Murder Case, be sure to tell me promptly. Human lives are at stake; I'll do my best to stop it."
The painter, who had been about to reach for the newly redesigned Business Card: "..."
...Suddenly, he did not want to look for this guy anymore.
But on second thought, although this Detective was good at solving cases, murders often happened in an instant—Jiang Xia had not successfully prevented any of the previous cases either. Compared to that, this Detective's tendency to be surrounded by Murder Cases was truly tempting.
As thoughts raced through his mind, the painter's hand, which had paused briefly, continued forward and accepted the new Business Card.
He lowered his head to inspect it for a few moments, then frowned. "The design is decent enough, but this style doesn't suit you at all."
Jiang Xia was curious. "Then what style should it be?"
The painter somehow produced another, smaller notebook and quickly sketched out a Draft. "Something like this."
Jiang Xia glanced at it and saw what looked like a grotesque, bone-eroded gate