The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

The weight in hand was less than a pound, not even a human skin would be this light.

Although the Extraordinary World might not adhere to the law of conservation of matter, Luo Ping couldn't have taken the money just to perform a suicide act for him.

So the missing weight must still exist, just in a way that Liu Zheng couldn't see.

"Mr. Liu, please take a look."

As he was pondering, Luo Ping's voice sounded in his ear, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

He quickly widened his eyes and looked around.

Centered around the French Plane Tree, the shadows of the past gradually appeared, overlapping with the present.

In this dazzling overlapping scene, a solitary shadow appeared especially abrupt.

This person was wearing a highly technological combat suit and was very short, only about 1.3 meters tall, squatting down like a large dog.

And "his" face was covered with a full mask, and there was no rise and fall on "his" chest. It was impossible to determine gender or race, only that it was a humanoid creature.

The masked person just squatted there, motionless, until Liu Zheng's shadow also appeared, only then did he slightly raise his head.

The shadow of the French Plane Tree collected other bottles of wine, opened the remaining bottles, and closed its eyes, playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

At this moment, the masked person's shadow suddenly disappeared, and in the next instant, "he" appeared beside a pile of wine bottles, then took out two syringes to inject poison into the beer bottles.

In the next moment, "he" appeared back at the original squatting position, once more becoming a statue.

Then, all the shadows vanished without a trace.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu."

Liu Zheng only felt a heaviness in his hand as Luo Ping opened his eyes and stood up on his own.

"What was that just now?"

He asked.

"That was a scene from the past."

Luo Ping replied.

"Impressive, Detective Luo Ping."

Even though he had guessed it, Liu Zheng still sincerely praised him.

With this skill, it's hard not to become a great detective.

"Mr. Liu flatters me. Please wait a moment."

Luo Ping took out a drawing paper from his coat, along with a paintbrush and a paint box, and began drawing on the ground.

His paintbrush and paint box were also quite magical. Just a dip of the brush in the clear water compartment of the paint box would dissolve all the paint, returning it to the corresponding color compartment.

His drawing skills were very proficient, and soon a portrait of the masked person appeared before Liu Zheng.

"Mr. Liu, does my drawing look like the person you just saw?"

Luo Ping handed him the drawing and asked.

"Identical."

Liu Zheng carefully examined it and nodded.

"Okay, then my commission is considered complete. Here's my card; feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Luo Ping handed him a card and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment, Detective Luo Ping."

Liu Zheng called after him.

"Yes, Mr. Liu. Ahem, ahem, ahem!!!"

Luo Ping turned back, coughing violently, his face even paler than before.

Clearly, the ability he just used was the source of his frail appearance.

"Do you know this person?"

Liu Zheng pointed at the portrait and asked.

"I don't."

Luo Ping shook his head.

"To be honest, even though I'm a detective, I mostly make a living relying on this ability."

"Do you know anyone who might recognize it?"

He asked again.

"Well..."

Luo Ping looked hesitant.

"Fifty percent intermediary fee."

Liu Zheng said directly.

"I'll ask around."

Luo Ping immediately took out his phone and snapped a picture of the portrait.

After taking the picture, he walked aside and made a call.

After another round of coded conversation, he hung up and returned to Liu Zheng.

"Mr. Liu, the offer is fifty thousand."

Luo Ping said.

"Agreed."

Liu Zheng counted out eighty thousand and handed it to him.

"This person should be a Ninja from Iga."

Luo Ping said as he pocketed the money.

"Can you find out who hired him?"

He asked.

"Can't trace the exact identity, only find out who recently hired a Ninja from Iga, and it might not be comprehensive."

Luo Ping shook his head.

"That's fine."

"The intelligence fee is one hundred thousand."

Luo Ping said.

"Here."

Liu Zheng handed over the money without hesitation.

"Recently, Iga's employers include 'White Grass Medicine Wine,' 'Explosive Shopping,' 'Six Feather Tea House'..."

Luo Ping named five names in a row.

"Is that all?"

He asked without showing any expression.

"That's all, Mr. Liu."

Luo Ping said.

"What if I offer more money?"

"I truly can't help. Sorry, Mr. Liu."

Luo Ping shook his head.

"Alright, thank you. By the way, can you show me the scene here just now?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You've already seen it, there are no other anomalies."

Luo Ping replied.

He could see a very long period of the scene himself, but reproducing it in reality comes at a great cost.

So Luo Ping would also determine which scenes needed reproducing and which didn't.

Of course, if the client is willing to pay a high price, he could reproduce it once more.

"Alright, that's it. Oh, and here's fifty thousand for Doctor Medical Bee, please pass it on."

Liu Zheng handed him fifty thousand.

"Sure. Can I leave now, Mr. Liu?"

Luo Ping asked.

"Detective Luo Ping seems to be short of money?"

"Indeed, very short."

Luo Ping candidly said.

"I'm not only wealthy but also enjoy making friends. If you need money, feel free to come to me. I like investing in capable people like you. But I don't want you making money off me with others, understand?"