As Shen Bing listened, he grew curious about these middlemen. He had never expected France, supposedly the world's most romantic country, to harbor such a shady profession.
But on second thought, it was perfectly normal. Even the most developed countries had poor people.
According to Qiuqiu, these middlemen operated in Lyon. That meant the people who had contacted them should have visited Lyon.
But Lyon was no small city, and enormous numbers of people came and went every day. Picking the suspects out of that crowd would be no easy task.
Fortunately, Shen Bing had Qiuqiu and the Consciousness-Reading Device. That made things much simpler.
"Qiuqiu, first get a complete picture of Lyon's surveillance coverage. Once the Neurobehavioral Experiment Zone sends over the Transfer data, search the entire city immediately and flush out the suspects," Shen Bing instructed.
Qiuqiu turned its little head with a proud air. "Don't worry, Master. Qiuqiu can definitely handle something this easy."
Shen Bing acknowledged that without saying much more. Qiuqiu seemed to be getting more playful by the day.
"Where's Little Doudou been lately? I haven't seen him in ages," Shen Bing suddenly asked.
"Little Doudou is busy being a king," Qiuqiu said. "And Feifei is his queen now."
Shen Bing looked utterly baffled. Damn, what the Ghost?
Then Qiuqiu brought up a video, and Shen Bing could barely stand to watch.
It showed a backstreet alley. Little Doudou sat imperiously on a marble chair—actually sat, sprawled out in a boneless slouch.
Feifei leaned against him, looking perfectly docile.
Their sizes really didn't match, though. It might have looked better if they had swapped roles.
Below them was a dense sea of cats! Judging by their coats, some were strays, while others were fairly valuable breeds.
Shen Bing felt a headache coming on. *Don't