Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
After settling the rest of the seafood, Fatty washed his hands and sat down across from Jiang Cheng.
“Doctor,” Fatty began hesitantly, “You’re free now, right?”
Jiang Cheng leaned on the chair and picked his teeth. His other hand swiped through the short videos. The women in the video danced happily. His face slowly turned red. “They should be asleep at this hour. They won’t answer your calls…”
Fatty was confused. He reacted after a while. He quickly explained, “Doctor, I’m not talking about the rich ladies. I want to ask you… about the missions.”
Jiang Cheng provided the most basic respect when he heard the term mission. He turned off his phone and placed it on the table. After seeing this, Fatty also became serious. He straightened himself and leaned forward, “Doctor, I still have the same question. What does the clue represent? Who had it in the previous mission?”
Jiang Cheng raised his head. The way he looked at Fatty shifted. Fatty’s first reaction was to look away as if… he was hiding something.
“Continue.” Jiang Cheng lifted his chin with interest. His fingers that tapped the table stopped.
Fatty pressed his lips. He continued in a severe tone, “Since Zhang Yinyin physically searched the woman in the qipao’s body, it means the clues are something physical and not verbal messages. Plus, when she did this, the mission just started. Therefore, the clue was not found in the mission, but someone carried them into the mission.” He continued his analysis, “The thing should be small. Otherwise, Zhang Yinyin’s action of unbuttoning the qipao couldn’t be explained. The qipao is a tight-fitting outfit so if the thing was hidden by the woman, it should be very small or…”
Fatty suddenly stopped. He looked at Jiang Cheng with a complicated gaze.
“Or it’s extremely thin.” Jiang Cheng naturally continued. He leaned back and lay on the couch comfortably. From Fatty’s perspective, half of his face became hidden in the dark.
“Like…” He gestured with his hand, “A piece of paper.”
Fatty’s eyes trembled.
As he expecte
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