The stairs creaked, the walls were covered in cracks. If anything happened here, Su Ming felt certain it would be something bad.
This was the kind of place seen in TV dramas, where resentful spirits always lingered and bloody murder scenes inevitably took place.
The air was gloomy and damp, filled every nostril with an indescribable stench of mold and decay.
The so-called detective agency was merely a residence that had undergone some simple alterations. They had replaced the front door with one made of frosted glass and stuck some cheap taped-together lettering on it. That was enough to open for business.
As for whether The Question had a PI license, none of the three believed he did. In other words, every piece of evidence he obtained while solving cases was illegal.
So if they wanted to bring the bad guys to justice, they could only rely on the .357-caliber justice in their own pockets.
The cheap black frosted-glass door was not shut all the way, and a narrow crack let out a faint glow from within. Su Ming gave the two behind him a look, then pushed the door open and entered.
However, the instant he stepped through the door, he immediately backed out again. He carefully checked the sign and slogan on the door, making sure he had not come to the wrong place.
"What is it?"
Diana asked softly. The fake Zorro merely tilted his head and said nothing, instead signaling for them to follow.
Once they entered, Diana understood without Su Ming needing to explain.
Green Arrow covered his nose, and even his face seemed to turn green. "All right, I thought we'd drunk enough, but clearly I've never been to a distillery."
Yes, when Su Ming first entered, he had thought he was in the