My Immoral Detective System

Zion knew how to change his attire manually because he had done something like this when working as a private detective during his college days. At that time, he had just started his career and needed to change his face to sneak inside any building easily to find more clues. So he would simply use cosplay face-creating techniques he had seen on YouTube to change his identity at home.

Of course, this process was quite tedious and required him to spend almost half a day. But when Zion was recruited by the FBI after his college, he didn't have to waste his time making cosplay face masks anymore to change his identity. Whenever he would be required to go undercover, the officials would provide him with many things, including a secret identity, and would change his face using make-up and technology.​​

But now, when he had entered this crazy world, he forced himself to use the same face-changing method that he had acquired during his college days.

After five hours, Zion stood before the mirror when he successfully changed his face. If it weren't for the hair color and clothes, no one could connect this person to the detective aristocrat who had entered this room earlier.

Zion nodded at himself in satisfaction. Now he needed to find clothes to change himself to the fullest.

When the system saw this, he rubbed his forehead and instantly popped out. "You could have asked me for another identity."

Zion coldly glanced at the system and averted his eyes. He didn't bother explaining to this stupid thing about what he was doing and the reason behind it.

The system seemed to have perceived his host's thoughts and silently went back into hiding.

The detective glanced at the mirror one more time before he sneaked out of the room. After glancing at left and right, he silently went into the adjacent room to fetch clothes from his neighbor. As for the hair color, he would apply the paint he had used on his face.

When he was ready, he took the knife and walked outside the inn as nothing happened.

What he didn't know was that someone had been following him all the time in the shadows. This person's skills seemed to be even better than Zion, who also had a talent for hiding himself pretty well.

So the person saw that an unknown aristocrat came out of the inn and was baffled. He hadn't seen this person before. This spy had been hiding here for a few days and already knew people's identities living here. First was the manager having a round stomach living with his minotaur and human servants. Then those aristocrats who had transferred in the city from the towns nearby to find themselves a job at the imperial palace.

But he hadn't seen the man who just walked out of place. For a moment, the spy was confused, and suddenly he realized something. This should be that detective aristocrat, shouldn't he?

The spy immediately became alert and walked in the shadows while following the person closely.

After walking for a while, Zion frowned. He felt as if someone's eyes were on him. He turned back, and at the same time, the spy hid his body behind a pillar.

When Zion didn't find anyone, his brows furrowed deeper. He still seemed to have this intuition that someone was following him, but since he couldn't find anyone, he could only walk ahead.

Even if someone was here to keep an eye on the detective aristocrat, Zion could already tell who would have sent this person.

It must either be the king or the crown prince hiding inside the forest, but he felt as if the latter's chances were higher. After all, that cloaked man had found out earlier that Zion's minotaur servant identity was following Prince Linton. So he wouldn't be surprised if that person sent another spy after him.

Zion pursed his lips and played with the knife on his belt. This was the same knife he had found in the prince's bedroom. Maybe he should lead this person in a completely different direction to make the villains confused. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes at that.

He would just keep this knife thing aside for now and make things difficult for this small spy.

After that, he walked over to a liquor shop and sat on the table before lazily leaning his body on the wall behind him. He placed his legs on the table and raised his chin toward the waiter passing by. "Bring the most expensive liquor."

The waiter saw this kind of attitude and pressed his lips in a thin line. He hated customers like these who didn't even know how to sit as a guest! But what else could he do?! He couldn't just lash out at a customer just like that!

So he took a long deep breath to control his anger and forced a smile on his lips. "Right on, sir."

The spy, who was observing this scene, tilted his head in confusion. This aristocrat sitting before his eyes didn't seem to be the cold and gentle detective Vincent! The aura around this person who kept his legs on the table seemed to be completely different! The feeling that this man gave the spy was that of an arrogant and spoiled young master from a wealthy family!

Zion hummed a song and waited for the waiter, and when the latter served him the liquor, he took a sip and spat the liquid from his mouth at the servant's face. "You call this liquor?!" The detective glared at the person standing before him. "It seems more like water! And you want money for serving me this! Get lost!"

After that, he deliberately smashed the cup set that looked expensive before marching outside the shop with an angry face.

The spy stood in the shadows and didn't follow Zion. It seemed that he had made the wrong decision after all! He followed the wrong person without even asking his superior!