Chapter 11: Appropriate Sleepwalking Can Also Help Solve Cases
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At three in the morning, the Cicero Agency was steeped in the musty scent of old paper. A loud “pa.” A sheepskin dossier, thick enough to kill a cow, was…
The Fake Detective Miss Now Scamming People Again with a Priest!
Chapter 10: The wanted poster is detailed and specific, but that’s about it.
“Bang!” The oak door of the office was violently slammed open, and two sacks of wet potatoes that had just fallen off a garbage truck stumbled and rolled into the…
Chapter 9: Tearing Open the Dress in Public, Ancient Champagne Explodes and Overturns the Queen’s Doll
The Ballroom of the Opera House of Garnier had become a meat grinder at this moment, with that Steam-Powered Doll spinning at its center. She spun so fast that her…
Chapter 8: Before attending a cult ball, please make sure you are not a sacrifice.
In front of the gilded bronze doors of the Garnier Opera House, a black carriage was parked. Inside the carriage, Vivian looked like a catfish gasping on land, her mouth…
Chapter 7: Attacking the other party as shoddy work when aesthetic disputes arise
The wind on Montmartre Heights carried a musty scent of cheese. “We’re here.” Vivian looked up. Before her lay a wasteland. Waist-high weeds and a few moss-covered tombstones were all…
Chapter 6: The ultimate goal of intelligence work is to hang suspicious individuals from the rafters.
“Is this thing really worth fifty francs?” Vivian pressed her face against the glass jar, her eyes bulging like a deep-sea fish about to swallow it whole. There was nothing…
Chapter 5: The Essence of the Old Aristocracy is to Cause the Social Death of the Cold-Faced Boss
“Boss! Is that gear pure gold?!” Vivian’s voice echoed through the empty street, startling the stray cats flirting on top of the trash can. Cicero walked briskly. One of his…
Chapter 4: Even the corpse’s bow was more sincere than the boss’s greeting.
“Ugh—” Paris Police Department, outside the Morgue. A young trainee officer was clutching the mottled iron door, his face ashen. “I can’t take it anymore… really can’t…” The officer waved…
Chapter 3: The Royalists’ Speech at Place de la Concorde – Surely it had to end?
Vivian felt like her lungs were about to explode. By the time she followed Cicero to the edge of Concorde Square, her soul was already halfway out of her body.…
Chapter 2: What to do if you want to hang your boss on a streetlight on your first day at work?
8:59 a.m. Vivian stood in front of the side door of Notre-Dame de Paris, her stomach’s cravings launching a brutal industrial revolution. If only she could get a cup of…