Chapter 183: Underground Streets

There are too many sewers in the central city, and most of them are mixed with various things, especially "wine".

It is too difficult to trace the source through this point.

The only useful clue is "the sewer in the east".

"What happened next? Is there anything else you can remember?" The frowning "elf" asked again.

"Really, really nothing! I really don't remember!" The white-haired rat just cried.

This... there is no useful clue.

Nothing was found, just an experimental animal born from the black market but without any impression of the black market, occasionally contacted with the black market again?

"Elf", or Arnold's disguised eyes, the single eye narrowed.

Damn, is it going to end like this again?

Arnold has tried various methods to investigate the black market.

He went to various lower levels, various dark alleys, and various criminal races to investigate with various identities, but there was no clue.

And this time, is it just a useless intelligence?

Arnold took a deep breath.

If he was related to the black market, he would indeed avoid the search through various methods.

Unless he encountered some unavoidable restrictions and could not transfer smoothly for a period of time.

But what can limit them?

Arnold has always been confused about the existence of the black market.

In this era, if a race does not follow the code of conduct prescribed by the law, once it is discovered, it will be caught quickly by the reward method of tempting reporting.

Even if there is a law that punishes the reporter with the same sentence if it is found to be a false report, it can reduce the number of guys who frame and frame others unscrupulously, but it cannot be completely prevented.

But it is precisely because of this that generally when a report is found, the police will quickly arrive at the destination.

However, under such circumstances, the black market can still exist.

Arnold even doubted whether the existence of the black market itself was supported by the top leaders?

He even did not see a single media report about the black market.

This situation itself is naturally very inconsistent for him, who knows part of the black market intelligence.

However, he also knew that whether he could understand this matter or not, the black market itself would continue to exist.

He also did not think that his ability could be compared to the whole society, and that he could change the situation alone when the media of the whole society was powerless.

All he could do was to continue to investigate.

After thinking for a moment, watching the back of the white-haired rat leaving, he decided to go back to Sanyan Street first, communicate with others about the clues he found this time, and then go to the sewer that might be related to the black market.

Yao Yan silently watched the "elf" leave.

Arnold disguised himself as an elf and questioned the actions of the white-haired rat, all under his watch.

However, Yao Yan had a problem.

That was the white-haired rat.

Although Arnold could not find it, Yao Yan could sense it.

The white-haired rat was abnormal.

Yao Yan sensed a familiar power from the white-haired rat.

However, he did not catch up with the white-haired rat immediately.

He could clearly understand what his purpose was.

Immediately, he turned around and chased Arnold.

District 2, Sanyan Street.

At night, Arnold opened the door of his detective agency and found it empty. His eyes widened. After a few seconds, he seemed to remember something, showed a look of realization, and turned to leave.

After walking out of the street where the magic eye people lived, he found a corner to change into another set of clothes, and then walked down the stairs to the underground city.

In the central city, there are high-rise buildings where bird-winged people and some insect people live, ground floors where orcs and aliens live, and of course there are races living underground.

Insect people, snake people, rat people.

Still dressed like elves, but the skin is black.

Underground elves.

There are nicknames like "dark elves", and spider elves are also one of them.

This kind of elf has a similar, or almost identical, body shape to those fair-skinned elves on the ground.

Of course, here we are talking about "elves" in a narrow sense.

After all, in a broad sense, fairies, harpies, and sphinxes are all kinds of fairies, just like spider elves and half-human snakes are also kinds of underground elves.

In other words, the upper part of the body is similar to the legendary human, and the races that are consistent with elves, including vampires, can be applied to the broad definition of "elf".

Those with snake heads and snake tails, and only the arms similar to humans and elves appear on the torso, are not considered elves.

As a detective, Arnold, who often disguises himself as various races to investigate cases, has a clear definition of elves.

As he gradually walked underground, the light gray, slightly black mist was gradually becoming thicker.

The downward stairs were covered by a hazy thing that was not sure whether it was smoke or fog, and it was blurry. Only the area within a few meters could be seen.

Arnold lowered his head, and his movements seemed hurried but his actual gait was steady. Around him, various humanoid creatures passed by vaguely, and the coldness penetrated his body.

Soon, Arnold came to an underground street that was a hundred meters below his office.

The setting of the underground city is very different from the streets on the ground, but there is an inexplicable similarity, as if they were designed by the same person.

However, those who wandered on this street were basically giants with one eye but tall stature.

Cyclops.

Arnold stopped.

Compared with the name "Magic Eye Man", he knew that he should be classified as a "Cyclops".

The so-called "Magic Eye Man" actually refers to a three-eyed person, not an alien like him.

However, today's society confuses the specific definition of "Magic Eye Man" and regards him, a stunted alien, as a subspecies of three-eyed people and a Magic Eye Man.

Just as he was walking towards his destination, he saw a hunched, thin Cyclops, who was shivering and curled up, trying to get up tremblingly, but at this moment, something fell out of his body.

In front of this three-meter-tall Cyclops, Arnold was thin.

But

Without extra thought, he took a few steps forward, picked up the fallen object that rolled two meters in front of him, and returned it to the one-eyed giant.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The turbid, huge eyeballs blinked, and the one-eyed giant curled up and thanked him in a weak voice.

Arnold did not speak, but walked towards the house of his destination.