After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

now.

Next to a shallow lake at the foot of Bear Mountain in the outer suburbs of New York.

An old man wearing a brown fisherman's hat was sitting on a folding chair by the lake, holding a long fishing rod in his hand and looking at the lake reflecting the blue sky. His expression looked particularly patient.

The weather is very good, the sun shines on the lake, making it look sparkling.

On the road not far away, there were many New Yorkers taking advantage of the rare good weather to take their children out for spring outings and picnics.

It must be admitted...compared to the East Asian countries that are struggling, the people of these Western countries do know how to enjoy life better.

Many outing people also noticed... this old man who was fishing by the lake with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

The most popular fishing methods in the United States are lure fishing and sea fishing. This kind of Taiwan fishing that cultivates patience and is not eager for quick success is not common and will undoubtedly make many people curious.

Just when everyone was curious.

A successful and handsome man wearing a pure white suit and shirt, with deep and delicate facial features, who was incompatible with the spring tourists around him, adjusted his cuffs and adjusted the very sultry gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

After seeing the old man fishing by the lake, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he immediately walked slowly over without hesitation.

When I walked to the old fishing man.

As if he was familiar with it, the successful sportsman opened the fishing box that the old man placed next to him, glanced sideways and let out a light tut.

"teacher."

"Have your skills regressed? Why haven't you caught a single fish?"

"If it had been before, I guess half an hour would have been enough for you to catch a box of big fish, right?"

It is clear.

This old fishing man is the professor, the founder of the poker organization, and the formally dressed man next to him is Xiao Wang, Riley, who went to pick up the professor before.

Hear this.

The professor did not answer immediately, but still stared seriously at the center of the lake, where the float was.

After seeing that the professor was unmoved.

Riley shrugged feeling a little bored, but did not choose to leave. Instead, he took the lead and sat next to the rocks by the lake without being too dirty.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth and lit it.

After taking a strong breath and blowing out several smoke rings skillfully, I suddenly noticed from the corner of my eye...the float that was originally located in the center of the lake began to tremble violently.

Without any hesitation at all, Riley quickly bit the cigarette with his back molars and mumbled something in his mouth.

"Teacher, the fish is here."

"Hurry up and lift the pole, hurry up and lift the pole."

As if just talking wasn't enough, Riley even grabbed the fishing rod from the professor's hand and began to pull it up with great force, feeling the struggle of the big fish in his hand.

But it was less than three seconds.

The struggling trembling in his hands disappeared, leaving only an empty sense of relief.

Riley gently lifted the fishing rod and found that the fish had indeed run away, but when he took a closer look, he found that the end of the fishing rod was not a fishhook, but something like a double-headed nail.

After seeing this thing on the end of the fishing rod.

With a helpless expression on his face, Riley handed the fishing rod back to the professor and said.

"teacher."

"What kind of fish are you catching? You don't even have a hook. How do you catch it?"

After taking the fishing rod.

The professor pulled back the fishing line with an expressionless face, re-baited the nail, and said slowly.

"Riley, you're in a hurry."

"If you had waited a while, maybe the fish wouldn't have gotten away."

Riley took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth, and then spoke as if the words were wrong.

"Yes, teacher."

"I'm really a little anxious now, or...it's hard for me to calm down at the moment."

"I just received a message from a little guy, saying that the boxing gym on No. 9 has been dug up by the Dragon Kingdom police."

"If we follow the plan you and I described before, No. 10 should be dug out, but why is No. 9 the first to be dug out?"

"And judging from the current situation, there is a high probability that No. 10 will be dug out soon. Can those little guys cope with this situation?"

"Although I really don't want to take care of them, but as you said, teacher...if there is an opportunity to become a larger organization, who wouldn't want to?"

After hearing what Riley said, the professor still looked as usual, hung up the bait and threw the nails back into the lake, then said calmly.

"Trust K."

"Whether No. 9 is found or No. 10 is found, it makes no difference."

"In his plan, those kids were the bait, the bait that was thrown out so that the dogs would smell it and fall into the trap."

"Now it's nothing more than a bait, or the difference between two baits."

"I think...K is ready."

Riley took another irritated drag on his cigarette, exhaled thick smoke, and continued.

"Teacher, this is not a question of whether you believe it or not."

"I know K's talent. If I didn't think he was a talented person, how could I take the initiative to provide him with those high-purity drugs?"

"But the key now is...the industry you prepared for those little guys is being dug out one by one, and once someone is caught, our entire organization will be in crisis."

"We cannot fail..."

now.

The professor suddenly turned his head to look at Riley, his weathered eyes without any emotion, then shook his head and looked at the float again, and said.

"No, Riley."

"Now we can fail, it's nothing more than adjusting and trying again."

"It's better to fail now... than to fail later when everyone has grown up, and I'm more pleased."

"After all, if they all fail after they grow up, it will prove that I am truly on the wrong path."

"If they survive this current crisis, then I think... no one will be able to stop our poker organization anymore, do you understand?"

"As for the thing you're worried about, don't think too much about it."

"Even if K fails to satisfy me, even if someone is caught, the group of guests who have come all the way from the Dragon Kingdom will not be able to get any clues. Someone will help to find out."

"It's like you are now asking me specifically because you are worried about those little guys."

Hear this.

Riley was suddenly stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Teacher, it seems he has been here too, right?"

"Now that he has begun to pay attention to this matter, I feel relieved."

After throwing the cigarette in his hand to the ground and crushing it with his feet, Riley returned to his previous bright smile.

"Let's go, teacher."

"I'm going to do other things, and I'll see if those little guys ask me for help."

"By the way, I hope you can catch a big fish today."

Done.

Riley turned around and left without hesitation, and the professor didn't look back at all. He just stared at the trembling float seriously.

Tens of seconds passed.

When the entire float was pulled into the water, the professor suddenly raised the fishing rod.

On that weird fishhook, or double-headed nail, there was a struggling largemouth bass with pierced lips on both sides...