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Time moved to 10:40 this morning, outside Alan Jones' office, London.

Xiang Lan walked out of Jones' office with the box in his hand.

"Successful... businessman? Haha."

Xiang Lan stood at the intersection of the street, looking a little confused, but he knew very well what he was going to do next.

He is an official certified detective in the trial space, and well, to be precise, a fraudster.

As we all know, detectives can disguise themselves as any identity, but there is no substantial behavior to prove the identity.

The fraudster is different. The fraudster can be considered to have worked in all 360 industries, and there are at least 200 industries that are very proficient in them. Therefore, Xiang Lan will say that he is a detective and a businessman. His identity is unpredictable, but the so-called skill is not enough to suppress his body, and his identity is indeed real.

You know, the space for trial is not just the world where detectives solve cases as they know it.

It exists in all walks of life and identities like the outside world.

Among them, the fraudster is a heretical organization that exists in the judgment space.

heresy?

Why is it said to be heresy?

Because the profession of [Fraud Master] will not be officially certified. Not only that, the official will often send some people to clean up these people who call themselves Fraud Masters.

But why didn't they clean up the organization and set it up?

Everything comes down to the leader of this organization.

The fraudster organization is said to have a leader who has never seen anyone before. It is rumored that he is very mysterious and even has some authority, and even the officials are afraid of him.

Although I don’t know if this rumor or the saying is true.

But it is precisely because of this rumor that I don’t know who spread it, or it’s expanded, or it’s adapted that some people in the space are following it and looking for it.

Xiang Lan is one of them.

As a dual profession of fraudster and detective, Xiang Lan has come and go freely between these two forces and has made some small achievements.

With the experience of an uninvited guest, the fraudster's behavior of living in this space is already very clear. They will buy some letters entrusted by detectives - if the commission is estimated to be rewarded a lot - and enter the case in turn, and then transfer the commission to the name of the fraudster after the leader's tampering with the data, which means that the fraudster was entrusted with the case.

In order to prevent these people from doing anything wrong, the trial space specially set a rule.

Just like the previous refusal to entrust and not reply to the letter, if the case is completed and the detective has any violations in the case, 80% of the reward will be deducted and the personal information will be recorded once.

Before this rule was promulgated, there was another rule, that is, if the entrusted detective quit midway, he would deduct 50% of his remuneration and would be deducted once on his personal information.

You should know that remembering big demerits and remembering demerits are two different hierarchical concepts, so for these fraudsters, they will take advantage of loopholes and choose to quit midway rather than wait for the case to end.

"As a fraudster, you not only have to learn to defraud money, but also handle the funeral."

With this idea, Xiang Lan's mouth slightly raised, his current task was to make those people feel grateful to him.

After all, even if they win, Xiang Lan will be remembered by Xiao Han and others. If they are in the same case again, it will be difficult to deal with.

He didn't want to live a life of being forced to hide his identity and being in a panic all day long.

Xiang Lan thought of this that he came back to his senses, found a public telephone booth by the streets of London, and walked in.

After pressing it a few times, a familiar voice came out of the receiver.

"Hello, this is the London Police Department, Merck."

"Self Merck! I am Xiang Lan! We met two days ago!" Xiang Lan pretended to be anxious.

"Ah, Mr. Xiang Lan, I know you, Mr. Winslow's detective, not long ago, someone confirmed your identity to me!" Merck's voice sounded a little relaxed.

"That's right, that's true." After confirming his identity, it was Jones who shook his head slightly, "Okay, Sheriff Merck, don't worry about those, I have important things."

"What's important?"

Xiang Lan pretended to look around and confirmed that there was no one around.

"Yes, I have a clue about Sir Curreton's murder."

"Clues? What clues?" Merck's voice suddenly became serious.

"Goo, you may not believe that it was my employer, Winslow, who murdered Sir Curreton."

Xiang Lan swallowed and said in a terrified manner.

But after so many things, Sheriff Merck has never believed that Winslow was the one who killed Sir Curryton. Because of all reasons, Winslow, the book painter who likes tentacle play, has proved that the old perverted and old madman has absenteeism. How could he kill a follower of his own?

"Mr. Xiang Lan!! Do you know what you are saying? Are you going to accuse Mr. Winslow of a gentleman with a rich and caring heart?"

"Yes, sorry, but, but, Mr. Winslow may be the real murderer!"

"Okay, I understand, please calm down." After hearing Xiang Lan's stuttering voice, Merck felt that his attitude was a little wrong, and immediately comforted him, "Please tell me, why do you doubt Mr. Winslow?"

"When I looked for you last night, I hid something from you. Mr. Winslow did hire me, but it was my own claim to go to the crime scene to find you last night. Do you still remember that Mr. Winslow's house was stolen the night before? Mr. Winslow also fired a gun and broke the rearview mirror of the thief's car."

"It's true, but what does this have to do with Sir Curryton?"

"I received a call from Mr. Winslow in the early morning that day. He wanted me to track down the whereabouts of the thief. He told me about his discovery of theft of Thousand Throat. It was not that I boasted that I had some research on tracking. I locked up Sir Curryton that night."

"Do you plan to tell me that Sir Curryton is a thief?" Merck snorted coldly.

"No, no, but in the parking lot next to Sir Curryton's house, there was a car with a broken mirror park. I called and told Winslow that the result was. He told me home. After I got home, I slept for a long time, but when I woke up, I heard about Sir Curryton's murder."

"So you came into the scene as a fake Mr. Winslow's messenger? So why didn't you tell me the clue at that time?"

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Chapter completed!