The goddess who symbolizes truth is named Maute. She gently spreads her wings, and a silent song comes from her mouth. The evening bell trembles, and the sky is full of feathers. The time of judgment has arrived, and there will be no escape from the darkness.
"The most abundant and indispensable thing in this world is fools. Appropriate stupidity is conducive to the stability of order." The quill drew a graceful mark on the paper, and the young man put the cloak on the back of the chair behind him, and tiny spots of light suddenly exploded in his eyes.
"The person I am now is a collection of the past."
Most of the clients come to the detective for help with a sad look on their face. The rational detective usually chooses to be indifferent. Now that his parents have passed away, he has learned how to deal with the emotions that affect his thinking.
"The crime has been committed, the damage has been done, and detectives who cannot predict the future can only get closer to the truth after the fact."
Reduce empathy appropriately and flip through a file with complicated clues like tasting bitter coffee.
"So..." He raised his head and stretched his arms to the edge of the window sill facing the wind. His blue pupils reflected the mirror image of the invitation in his hand.
"I will protect you." This is not the style of a detective, a reckless decision that only a desperate fool would make.
The invitation letter fell, and the clearly visible fonts disappeared into the air like spontaneous combustion, leaving only the cold and cold breath of snakes lingering.
[Let's play a game——]
The game is beginning.
You deserve to stand at the top of the stars and enjoy the attention of thousands of stars.
Mission: People-oriented
