Perhaps it was because of the instinct of the same race, or perhaps because of others, after sympathizing with finding a temporary job for the Cyclops, Arnold rushed towards the first district.

......

Morning, District 1, East, Park.

Arnold met his agreed goal in the park.

It was a humanoid creature with a slimming figure. It was called an elf, but if you look closely, you will find that there are some details between him and ordinary elfs.

He knew the reason, after all, the other party was in a similar situation as his.

He took off the half-tall hat for the concealment, but did not take off the eyepiece that concealed the one-eyed one-eyed one. However, the mark he drew on his forehead was enough to confirm.

"Good morning, Mr. Petro, I want to find you to cooperate..."

And the elf-like man immediately replied:

"I refuse."

"Reject?" Arnold was a little stunned.

"Mr. Petro" dressed in an artist, wearing a fancy top hat on his head, a bard-like light green pants and a windbreaker, put down the Siqin in his hand and responded in a deep voice:

"I know what you want to do, but that's too dangerous."

Too dangerous? I'm just saying it's too dangerous now? It's too late.

Arnold did not attack, and he also calmed down:

"I will not give up even if you don't help me."

Hearing this sentence, the elf held the trumpet harp-like singular zither in his hand tightly, raised it slightly, and then pondered:

"I will recruit a few people as your assistant, but you must also remember not to expose it."

He glanced around and continued:

"Your excellence lies in your ability to collect intelligence, and you are not good at reasoning and analysis. You just need to provide them with intelligence, let them be pioneers, and find out what you need."

During the conversation, he took the lead in walking out of the park, while Arnold followed behind him, pressing his hat, holding his cane, and whispered:

"I'm curious, how did you identify it as related to the black market through the white mouse."

The elf named Petro plucked the strings of Shiqin, concealing the conversation between the two, and said with a smile on his face:

"You can tell that it is an experimental animal that escaped from a laboratory in the black market."

"Of course, it can be seen that its tone and its movement habits are not like a consciousness transferr, but more like a child."

A serious answer that is inconsistent with the smile on his face that can be regarded as "joyful" was sent from Arnold:

“The transferor is not of this age.”

This answer made Petro shake his head:

"It's a clue, but you need to pay more attention to the smell on it."

"odor?"

"It has the smell of anesthetics that are only found in places like hospitals. Of course, in addition to hospitals, there are other places that can also appear."

"However, the anesthetic smell on it is so strong that it can cause some small individual creatures to fall down together."

"Of course, when you find it, the smell on it has almost disappeared."

Petro said, and then began to describe and introduce the hospitals for different hospitals and regions, different categories of anesthetics...

After detailing the ideas of various anesthetics and judging by the categories of anesthetics, he stopped.

Stopped in front of the steam locomotive station, he sighed and reached out to Arnold:

"I hope we have a chance to meet."

"Of course." Arnold also stretched out his right hand and held the other party's right hand.

.....

After saying goodbye to Petro, Arnold, who was getting into the car, was also moving his mind quickly as the scenery outside the window flashed rapidly.

Soon, the motorcycle arrived at the station and followed the location route that Petro told him, Arnold came to a slightly outdated three-story building.

Not very good lighting has shown that the house is so old. Even if the sun is bright today, there is no fog to block it, and the building does not provide Arnold with enough brightness.

After entering the dark old cottage, Arnold walked up the second floor along the relatively spacious staircase.

Soon, he saw a group of people.

A group of people put their eyes on him in unison.

Another person spoke:

"Is this another competitor to us? Or is it the organizer of our competition?"

Arnold looked around and saw nearly twenty men and women.

These detectives of different races and different costumes occupy the space near the exit of the stairs on the second floor.

But at this moment, a voice with doubt sounded:

"Lisid?"

Arnold looked at him and saw a birdman who looked like an eagle and walked to his side with his paws:

"I didn't expect to see you here, did you come to participate in the detective competition held by the mysterious organizer?"

This is......?

Although he was a little familiar, Arnold was a little confused about the eagleman. He did not remember having contact with the eagleman when he used Lisid's identity.

However, at this moment, several more voices rang out one after another, and then he shouted his name in a tone of confusion or surprise.

Arnold looked back and found several detectives he had seen while operating as Lisid.

The six people standing together in groups are famous wolf detectives...

The short woman with three eyes lives on Sanyan Street, the demon-eyed man he is more familiar with.

A detective with a worm-headed body...

He glanced over one by one and found that in addition to the one who took the initiative to call on his fake Lisidian name, there were many other detectives he had seen during his detective activities.

After he nodded and responded, he walked to the familiar insect detective and asked casually:

"You are here to compete too? How did you all get invited?"

"Yes."

The insect detective nodded:

"I was burned during the fire investigation. After being discharged from the hospital, I wanted to take a few days off, but I thought the medical expenses caused insufficient living expenses, so I found an invitation letter to the detective competition in my email."

The leader of the wolf detective group who walked not far away to him said:

"I was originally assisting the police in pursuing a fugitive, but when I returned home after pursuing the fugitive, I found an invitation letter."

"After that participation, I received several invitations, and this time it was the fourth time."

And at this moment, a voice rang out among the crowd:

"Hey, there seems to be a piece of paper here? When did it appear?"

"Paper? How is it possible? I've just sat there before. Could it be that I dropped it?"

"No, no, it seems to be the content of this competition!"

"What? Let me see?"

Amid the continuous conversations, the other detectives around Arnold also came over one after another.
Chapter completed!