The table closest to Yang Xiao also had a telephone and a tape recorder on it.
"It seems our identity this time is that of private detectives. This is a detective agency; we're likely to receive some troublesome case."
"Solve the case, and we all go home. If we can't, we'll just die here together," said another girl, who was wearing double ponytails and looked youthful, resembling a high school student, as she shrugged.
From her indifferent attitude, it seemed she was experienced.
Of course, she could also be pretending, or simply be a lunatic.
"I just went out to take a look. This is an office building; the facilities are quite outdated, and there's not much traffic. On this floor, only our office is still in business." A man with narrow eyes and a sharp voice started to introduce the current situation.
Yang Xiao counted the people in the room, including himself; there were 12 people in total, 5 men and 7 women.
