Chapter 482: Distributing razor blades_1

It's somewhat ironic.

This year, with the help of the system, Lin Yuan's body became incredibly healthy.

However, his Poirot, the endearing detective with the proud little mustache and gray brain cells, is now growing old.

When Poirot began to make waves in the detective world...

When Poirot gradually became a myth in the hearts of mystery readers...

When Poirot used his wisdom to punish evil criminals time and time again...

Who could have imagined!

What such a proud man would look like in his old age?

Who could have imagined!

Poirot in his last case of his life, embracing his own...

Death?

So, Lin Yuan hesitated.

He even wanted to petulantly change the ending and let Poirot officially retire, giving him a happy old age!

He didn't know if it was because his voice had healed or because of some other influence.

Lin Yuan felt that he was becoming increasingly sentimental.

He suddenly sighed lightly, as though a sigh would bring him relief.

His eyes flickered.