
In North America, They Call Me a Detective!
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[Detective] [Hardcore] [Reasoning] [Character] [Conspiracy] "When you are familiar with the details of a thousand cases, the thousand and one case will naturally not be difficult for you. It would be a strange thing if you can't solve it." Blackthorne took a sip of the whiskey in the silver flagon, letting the spicy feeling spread in his throat. He reclined in the faded leather armchair, tapping his fingertips on the table. "The so-called solving of a case is nothing more than putting together the motive and evidence into a jigsaw puzzle of the truth. No matter how perfect the crime is, it will leave clues in the dark corners." Before he finished speaking, the woman with gorgeous makeup opposite touched her pearl earrings: "Mr. Detective, I didn't pay to listen to these high-pitched talks! You just need to prove the ambiguity between my husband and that bitch." Blackthorne sighed and stuffed the flask back into his wrinkled suit pocket. Sure enough, it was another commission to catch an adulterer. Then I remembered that he was just a private detective until...
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