Chapter 2549: Dear Detective Mr. 01

The late night of Buk Gang City was shrouded in damp fog.

Gas lamps glowed dim yellow at street corners; Jin Chen woke up on a secluded bench in a secluded street of this city.

Ling Gun Gun turned into a soft white bun, quietly crouching on his shoulder.

【Transmitting plot memories……】

This time Jin Chen received unusually little plot.

The villain of this world is Alruik, a detective of the Shadow Speech Office, and Buk Gang City witnessed a case that nearly killed Alruik—the Noble Young Master's Death Case.

Buk Gang City lies far from the political center, with several old noble families holding sway; it is fairly prosperous, and the neighboring city, called Sin City, is Bei Ya'er City.

Alruik's Shadow Speech Detective Agency is located in a cylindrical house at the junction of the two cities.

The protagonist's target is Vincent Orga, the deceased noble young master.

He was found dead inside the study of Orga Earl's Zhuang Yuan, wearing the most splendid attire, seated in an armchair, with Dante's Divine Comedy opened before him to the Inferno chapter, holding a black orchid in his hand.

The police hastily closed the case as suicide or accidental poisoning, but the family head, Eugene Orga Earl, firmly believed it was murder, a provocation against his family, and thus invited Alruik to investigate.

Everyone in the Zhuang Yuan had their own motives, the true culprit remained elusive, and when Alruik was about to uncover the truth and returned to the cylindrical house to sort clues, he was met with books soaked in oil and an accidental blaze.

Jin Chen's identity this time is that of Cyril, a new detective about to join the Shadow Speech Detective Agency.

He had already contacted Alruik by letter days ago, agreeing to report to the office tonight.

Jin Chen stood up, tidied his coat, and walked toward the office.

To reach the Shadow Speech Office, one must pass through the red-light district that locals call Fallen Hell.

The night here is never quiet; ambiguous whispers and sudden glass shatters often echo from the dark alleys.

Those who can walk freely here are also not ordinary.

Jin Chen was about to pass through the last narrow lane when a disturbance at the alley entrance caught his attention.

A sturdy man was flanked left and right by two blond women, their teasing sweet and cloying, really rather noisy.

That man had an excellent build, broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Jin Chen's steps paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over indifferently.

Just then, the man also lifted his eyes.

His half-lowered gaze pierced the hazy light, his narrow, three-white eyes as cold and fierce as Medusa's green pupils.

Jin Chen stopped in place.

At a glance he recognized her as his wife!

【Detected world's plot villain, triggering Blackening Value, currently Blackening Value 95!】

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen stared at them from across a half-wide road.

Alruik ignored the women beside him, stepped back half a step, his lips hinting at a smile that wasn't quite one, while his eyes turned completely cold.

"All right, two beautiful ladies, the performance ends here."

As his words fell, the two women's eyes shifted, and daggers slid from their sleeves.

Alruik reacted instantly, grabbing one woman's wrist with one hand and snapping it with a clean crack, the sound of breaking bone clearly audible.

Jin Chen leaned against the lamppost on the opposite corner, watching quietly, feeling considerably relieved.

Alruik's moves were ruthless; even across the street, one could sense his killing intent.

He glanced at Alruik's suede suit, which could not hide his superb physique, and had no doubt that a single punch could kill a man.

Yet watching such violence, because the protagonist is Alruik, it also became a few degrees more pleasing to the eye.

Jin Chen watched Alruik swiftly dispose of the two women, his gaze unintentionally drifting past the man's rear, where a black shadow lurched out from behind an oil barrel.

Jin Chen lifted his chin and kindly pointed to the oil barrel behind Alruik.

Alruik didn't even turn, grabbing the attacker's neck with a backhand and smashing his face into the nearby metal oil barrel, reducing it to a mangled mess.

Only then did he turn, drawing a white handkerchief from his suit's inner pocket and slowly wiping the blood from his fingers.

Then Alruik lifted those green eyes, eyelids drooping, as he watched the man across the street approach.

Jin Chen did not avoid or yield, stepping into the street and walking toward him.

They were sizing each other up.

Alruik's killing aura had not yet subsided, yet he resembled a gentleman in a suit, his posture elegant, the corners of his mouth hinting at a smile.

A dangerous yet alluring contradiction.

His thigh flesh filled the trousers, and even the slimmest waist appeared exceptionally strong.

It's hard to believe he's merely a detective.

Gazing into Alruik's eyes, full of turbulence and coldness, Jin Chen thought to himself:

Likewise, Alruik felt doubtful.

The man before him had cold, pale skin, more refined than any dressed-up noble, almost dazzling in the night, tall and slender, his coat casually open.

He looked more like a noble young master who had slipped out of a banquet.

In short, he was utterly out of place on this filthy street.

Alruik remained vigilant; when Jin Chen stopped before him at a distance far beyond social etiquette, his vigilance turned into killing intent.

"Your observation skills are not bad, sir." Alruik spoke first.

Jin Chen glanced at the misshapen corpse on the ground, the corner of his mouth twitching, "Thanks for the praise."

"But that's not enough reason for you to silence me, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Alruik's fist came flying with a whoosh.

Jin Chen raised his hand to block, gripping his wrist, his fingertip brushing Alruik's cheek—warm, still wet with fresh blood.

Jin Chen's blue eyes narrowed slightly, his tone not too fast, appearing lazy yet curious.

Were you just kissed by them, sir?

A'erruike: "?"

He froze, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of guilt and absurdity flashing through his heart.

A'erruike snorted coldly, "Are you courting death, or should you go find a doctor to saw open your skull?"

"Have you?" Jin Chen repeated, looking at him with an inquiring gaze.

"No."

A'erruike lost patience, pressing down on Jin Chen's shoulder, trying to slam him hard against the wall.

Jin Chen went with the momentum, his arm deftly wrapping around his neck, pressing him down, slowly tilting his head back to gaze at his light green eyes.

A cool kiss fell onto the corner of A'erruike's bleeding lip.

A'erruike's body tensed, his pupils constricted, yet he sensed a sweetness mingled with blood in their lips and teeth, like a poison flower silently blooming at midnight, capable of triggering a rapid heartbeat.

Before he could taste anything, Jin Chen broke free lightly, his fingertips inadvertently grazing his jaw again.

"Good night, sir."

Jin Chen turned and entered the shadows, quickly vanishing at the alley's end.

A'erruike stood in place, his fingertip brushing the stinging corner of his lip, staring at the direction he had disappeared, his gaze dark and unfathomable.

As was his habit, he would pursue and eliminate this dangerous, strange man.

But not tonight.

A'erruike took out his pocket watch, checked the time, muttered a low curse, and hurried away.

【Main God surely doesn't know, you'll meet soon.】 Ling Gun Gun let out a soft 'heh'.

A faint smile flickered in the depths of Jin Chen's eyes.

The night was still long.