"Why? Haha, haven't you already written it out... Because [Criminal Club]!" Li Lei suddenly changed his whole body. He was no longer a child hiding in the corner and trembling, but more like a middle-aged man who had been struggling, but at some point, the bubble of his dream was burst.

"Criminal Club? Sister Masako said that it's a legend!" Liu Zhiyuan still seemed to find it difficult to accept this development, so he immediately raised a question.

"Yes, legend... but who said the legend is fake? It was also said at that time that 20% of people believed that the 'criminal club' exists. So to put it another way, it would be better to say that 80% of people were unwilling to believe that the criminal club is actually true! Hahaha--" As he said that, Li Lei laughed:

"And I, I am very lucky, belongs to the 20% of the people... and even more fortunately... I am the very few people who are favored by the 'Criminal Club'!"

"What?" Sister Masako seemed to feel something was wrong.

However, Li Lei had already entered a somewhat selfless state. He stood up and then opened his arms: "Let's take a look, this factory...it's really amazing here!

About three months ago, I received an invitation, yes, from the Criminal Club, which led me here.

You can't imagine how many rooms there are and how creative the mechanisms in the room are. Even now, I can still recall the shock when I saw all this just now!

...Haha... Although those agencies are already very old, this is the real evidence of the existence of the Criminal Club!

Only genius criminals can create such a magnificent crime factory!

This is art!

And I have been invited, I just need to show my talent for crime and be recognized by those people! I can also enter the legendary "Criminal Club".

I can finally get rid of this hypocritical world!”

Li Lei's voice became louder and louder, but suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes dimmed...

"But... I still lost... There are too many things I didn't consider... The real art of crime cannot leave a single flaw.

Only 100% perfect crime can be called art!”

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment. 100% perfect crime. Isn’t this the test question for Lin Xi?

Li Lei's words seemed to have made him think of something, but Sister Masako's words suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"But... let's not talk about the authenticity of the Criminal Club, why do you look forward to that place so much? Haven't you been running a detective agency for generations? Shouldn't you be born to want to be a detective?"

"Ah hahaha———" As if he heard some ridiculous joke, Li Lei suddenly laughed and his expression became ferocious: "Detective...Detective is just a piece of shit!

[Easy Chair Detective Agency]...Haha, our whole family, including my three lives, are working hard for this detective agency!

But, do you know what this detective agency has brought to my home?

On the day my father died, my mother was looking for a case and didn't even see him for the last time.

Haha, I can't say I didn't see it, because before he died, I was holding my cell phone and talking to my mother on video. My idiot father actually said... Let her concentrate on investigating the case...

Ah haha, can you understand?

He was about to die, with a tube stuck in his body, and there was only a crying child beside him, and he actually said to the child's mother, concentrate on investigating the case!

Crazy! This is a madman!

Then...my mother didn't come back until the day when he sparked, because the case was not finished yet.

This is the detective!

After that... the mother seemed to blame herself and she bet all her energy on the detective agency.

I even asked me to learn the knowledge of detectives since I was a child.

But I hate detectives at all!!

In this way, I grew up... Due to genetic diseases, my mother gradually became afraid of the cold, and then she was weak all over. In the end, she could only sit in a wheelchair and became a real "easy chair detective".

But she was very strong and had never given up on her career as a detective. She listened to the details and tension of the case from the police and the client, and solved many cases in the easy chair.

But then... because she can't go out, no matter how smart she is, she still has unobservable details.

So, she would make mistakes, although these mistakes were corrected with her efforts.

But... no one sympathizes with her.

Detective... only cares about the case itself!

Even a very old man, sitting in an easy chair, enduring pain, wearing reading glasses, working until midnight, no one would care about her.

Just because she is a detective, the detective’s mission is to solve cases. Who would care about things outside of the mission?

A few months ago, she died... because of her fatigue, staying up late for a long time, or because of her own illness... Haha... don't care about her.

I don't care.

Because she doesn't care.

Before she died, she told me that I would get the detective qualification exam as soon as possible, and that the detective mission would be inherited by me.

Listen, she was still caring about the detective’s mission before she died!

Is she crazy?

She is about to die. Shouldn’t she care about her illness? Shouldn’t she care about her life?

Like my father, he is a lunatic!

And I...hehe, I don't like detectives at all, hate detectives, hate detectives!

So, I am so old that I still don’t have the qualification to pass the detective exam, because during the exam, I feel disgusted when I think about becoming a detective!

Oh, you may not know yet...I am 31 years old this year.

Although I am still like a child now, it is actually caused by my inherited chondroitosis. Since I was 18 years old, my physical development has almost stagnated.

Just like the profile of Masako, I am a person who has no confidence, weakness, pain, has disabilities, and is extremely eager to be recognized by others...

In the past few decades, I almost thought that I would never be happy in my life and would never be recognized.

Because I need to inherit this detective agency... but I hate detectives...

This contradiction makes me depressed day by day.

I even want to die!!

Third months ago.

I received a card...the card was black and white with a crow painted on it.

And on the card, I was given an address, and it was this factory!

That was then that I finally realized that I was not a detective at all!
Chapter completed!