Mosquito from Zootopia

My name is Sherlock Holmes, and it's my job to know things others don't know. There is good news and bad news at the moment. The good news is, I traveled through time and became a fox. I awakened my night vision, my hearing was twenty times better than before, and my sense of smell was a hundred times better than before. This means that I will become a better private detective than I was before. The bad news is, there's something special about this fox, and his name is Nick Wilde. When I hung the detective agency's sign at the basement entrance, all the friends around me came to congratulate me: "Another scam has begun, Nick, who are you going to trap this time?" "Thieves, robbers and smugglers." I answered quite seriously. Everyone left laughing. No one believes that a fox can do justice, No one dares to ask a fox to keep a secret, No one expects a fox to fight crime. But, in Zootopia, anything is possible. After my unremitting efforts, finally, the phone to accept the commission rang. An overly energetic and graceless female voice came from the phone. The other person spoke in a rapid tone and told about the most sensational case in my career. What? Is the client this time a rabbit or a policeman? What? The commission content is, how to quickly post 200 traffic tickets?