The experiences of the past few days have made Utopians curse.

The wine included our beloved Miss Curse Blade.

As soon as she walked in, she threw off the windbreaker covered with snow and water, and threw it into the basket outside with the words "1 private coin for laundry, 3 private coins for dry cleaning", and dropped it on the 'dry cleaning pile'.

On the train, each conductor will always provide appropriate and reasonable services to extract profits from customers.

"Gwen! You have accomplished your mission well!"

Walking to the sofa opposite where Gwen and Mihaila were sitting, she sat on a rocking chair and pressed her knees with her hands, "I met Gray Tower on the way. He really praised you."

After hearing the praise for herself, out of curiosity and a certain degree of wanting to show off, Gwen closed the book and asked with a nonchalant expression:

"Have you met him?"

"Well, at a car factory, they said they were taking your seizures..."

Gwen Tuqian saw that he didn’t care about the Gray Tower anyway:

"Then what did he say about us?"

"He said..." Cursed Blade paused, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "...he said that the two of you have the courage to fight against ten thousand people. The two of you broke into the machine gun formation and even cut down the tank.

, and finally had a battle with two deputy commander-level monsters... In short, this is an exaggeration that cannot be more exaggerated."

The bear in Gray Tower can talk.

Gwen suddenly smiled and waved her hand indifferently:

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

As for Mihayla - after hearing what Cursed Blade said, he blinked:

"Is there any work injury compensation?"

"..."

Cursed Blade skipped this question very smoothly, and naturally changed to: "By the way, do you two have time to do an investigation mission? The reward is rich, and you can see different customs, as well as investors.

A handsome reward.”

You can only believe half of what Squirrel Girl says, and the truth of the other half often slaps you in the face with its weird 'authenticity'.

"If we don't sneak into Long Yan's carriage to find out his information, then maybe we can?"

"Of course not."

Curse Blade coughed lightly:

"Speaking of which, this was a commission from a Lutrich businessman I met when I went to investigate the Mind Flayer case today."

"she?"

Gwen was slightly speechless.

Mihayla laughed sinisterly:

"Oh, Mr. Gwen, you probably don't know that when Cursed Blade was a student, many women developed close friendships with her, and even wanted to develop a deeper friendship..."

"Shut up, Mihayla, this is a well-paid mission, won't you listen to what I have to say?"

"You say."

…

If you want to understand how Curse Blade obtained this commission, you have to move the time forward six hours, when Gwen and Mihira were soaking in the hot water pool and eating honey cakes.

There is still heavy snow falling in the sky.

The patrol troops on the street walked in goose-step, and the sound of metal friction coming from the radio reported some vague data, which had nothing to do with the simple-dressed children carrying brooms in the almshouse on the street. Oh,

There is still a little bit——

The children whose faces were red from the cold occasionally closed their eyes and tried to fall asleep in the snowdrifts.

You understand.

The cold weather and the heavy task of sweeping the streets make people's brains completely stop functioning, and after finishing, they just want to go to the ground.

At this time, the harsh sound of the radio woke them up.

The snowdrifts rolled up by the wind and snow lifted the two children who were working on the windproof barrier by half a meter, and then fell down again, rolling awkwardly on the ground.

Just like the Faceless Man poster on the red brick wall was blown up.

The poster rolled twice in the air and landed in an alley.

The faceless man pointed at the poster on the screen and silently stayed in a puddle of dirty water.

snap——

A pair of military boots stepped on it.

"Well, I should suggest that the environment and posters of Utopia need to be redesigned."

Curse Blade looked down and shook his head.

The image in the scene in front of her made her stop thinking about the poster and the environment for a moment.

A total of six bloodless corpses covered in hoarfrost were placed in front of her.

The two unprofessional Shad police officers were smoking next to the body.

Officer Ron seemed smart and capable, but his cleverness allowed him to destroy 90% of the useful clues at the scene.

…

Curseblade complained:

"Do you understand? This is my usual working environment, where I go with a group of idiots to look for clues from scenes that have been destroyed by another group of idiots."

"Sounds like it raises blood pressure."

Gwen said.

A cat lantern above his head also made a "meow!" sound of approval.

For some reason, as soon as someone starts telling a story, these cat lamps will secretly come over to listen, showing a very gossipy attitude...

"Go on," Mihayla said.

"well."

…

Curse Blade naturally could not find any useful and helpful information from these broken clues.

So she decided to try the old trick.

Find a quiet and uninhabited place, use necromancy and divination, plus two devil summoning skills to ask for clues, and kill the murderer directly.

"Hey, this is the risk of committing crimes in Utopia. Even if you don't leave any evidence, others will still be able to catch you..."

Curse Blade thought so.

However, Root, a suspect at the scene, called out to her.

"Madam? This lady!"

Cursed Blade looked over.

It was a beautiful golden-feathered Root, with dazzling blond hair the same color as the feathers, and a pair of beautiful big golden eyes. There was no doubt that she had undergone steel-frame surgery, and the reason was clear at a glance.

She is too 'big'!

Coupled with that waist that makes people feel like they will be crushed by the burden at once, and those fleshy legs and buttocks that are full of strong feminine charm.

When all of this was compressed into a woman who was only 1.65 meters tall, the visual shock shocked even the Curse Blade.

…

"She is too big, and she is wearing a low-cut skirt. Just imagine, the white snowflakes fall on them and are melted by the body temperature of the Nalut people. Those two wet balloons..."

Snap.

Curse Blade took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in his mouth, with an expression as if he was recalling a brilliant and dreamy dream.

"..."

"call."

Gwen and Mihira were both lost in thought.

"Hiss..." Cursed Blade said:

"Let me continue."

…

"Ma'am, how can I help you?"

Cursed Blade asked with a passion that was difficult to show at ordinary times.

When Ms. Root saw her turning her head, she showed a happy expression:
To be continued...