Nighttime.
Detective Assistant Dorian walked out of the Detective Office and came to a public rental house, knocking on the door.
Inside was a white-haired old man with an air of sophistication. He greeted Dorian with a slight smile, stepped to the side, and let him into the living room.
Several other people were already sitting on the sofa.
They included a well-dressed gentleman, a gorgeous woman, and a newspaper boy with sharp eyes.
"Welcome, our detective sir."
The white-haired elder clapped his hands, displaying the undeniable aura of a leader that stemmed from his experience, scope, and past successes.
This wasn't a mysterious influence, but the result of his own capabilities.
"I followed the target for half a day; he took a walk in the morning and then visited Aaron Yuges, his neighbor..."
Dorian took out his notebook and recounted every noteworthy event.
"Very well, is there anything else to add about Mr. Yuges?"
