In North America, They Call Me a Detective!

[Detective] [Hardcore] [Inference] [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 strange if you can't solve it." Blackthorne took a sip of whiskey from the silver flagon, letting the spiciness spread in his throat. He reclined in the faded leather armchair, tapping his fingertips on the table. "The so-called solving 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, there will still be clues left in the dark corners." Before he finished speaking, the woman with gorgeous makeup opposite touched her pearl earrings and said, "Mr. Detective, I didn't pay to listen to these high-minded talks! You just need to prove that my husband and that bitch are arrogant." Blackthorne sighed and stuffed the flask back into his crumpled suit pocket. Sure enough, it was another commission to catch an adulterer. Then I remembered that he was just a private detective until...