Xenophon leaned on the desk and said with a smile, "This kid has just inherited a large amount of inheritance. Man, if you have money, you will naturally be afraid of death."

No, no, people who have no money are also afraid of death. Duan Feizhuo said heartily.

Z said casually, "Not everyone here has to go out to work, you can do clerical work."

He raised his chin and gestured to the lady who was typing, "That is Miss Acheson, she is the night police clerk."

Miss Acheson raised her head upon hearing this, smiled at Duan Feizhuo, and then returned to her work.

That's even worse! Duan Feizhuo screamed inwardly. He was in the same room with the night guards all day long, so it would be a ghost if his identity was not revealed!

Xenophon was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and said, "Doesn't this kid still want to learn mystical philosophy? Do you need me to teach him?"

"I...I'm just...curious..." Duan Feizhuo was sweating coldly.

Z snorted coldly, "It's fine if you don't study that kind of stuff. But if you want to work here, you need to know some theoretical knowledge. Xenophon, get him two books."

Xenophon wandered to the file rack, picked and picked for a long time, took out two notebooks with black covers, and handed them to Duan Feizhuo.

"This is a note left by a night watchman before. It records some common sense of mysterious philosophy. Take it back and read it. It's all theoretical knowledge and doesn't involve practical operations. Even if you read it, you won't learn any secrets." technique."

Duan Feizhuo took the two books, feeling like holding two hot potatoes.

"I'm going to write a detailed report on Pamon's matter and send it to Your Excellency the Secretary." Z said.

Xenophon actively raised his hand "I write! I write!"

Z gestured to Duan Feizhuo, "I dictate, you write."

Duan Feizhuo pointed at himself in astonishment, why, so he went straight to work?

Xenophon protested angrily, "What do you think of me?"

Z gritted his teeth, "Your report always gets off topic in the middle of writing! Last time I asked you to write a report on the case at the racetrack, it turned out that two-thirds of what you wrote was the after-reading of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes"!"

"But that book is wonderful! You must read it!"

"To shut up!"

Xenophon pouted and whispered to Duan Feizhuo, "I know what to give him for Christmas."

Z ignored him.

"By the way, Boss," Miss Acheson said suddenly, "When I gave Paimer a statement yesterday, he gave an important piece of information - the Secret Realm Trading Company has not opened for more than a month."

When Duan Feizhuo heard the name "Secret Realm Trading Company", his legs almost collapsed on the ground.

Z asked "Oh? Why?"

"According to Paimo, when the trading house opened last time, the owner of the trading house claimed that he was seriously ill and would suspend business for a period of time. Presumably he was treating his illness. However, the possibility of him washing his hands in a golden basin is not ruled out."

Z nodded, "Did he explain the location of the trading house?"

"No. He said that if he leaked this secret, he would die suddenly on the spot. I dare not force him too much."

Z snorted dissatisfiedly, "It's been so many years, and we still don't know where the group of mystics conducted their underground transactions. The owner of the secret trading house is the number one villain among those people, and he must be brought to justice. "

Duan Feizhuo's clothes were almost soaked in cold sweat. How did they know that the new owner of the secret trading house is far away and close at hand?

After all, who would have imagined that the owner of the trading house would walk into Scotland Yard and face to face with the night watchman's immediate boss?

Z suddenly asked, "Why is your heart beating so fast?"

Duan Feizhuo's throat was choked. He felt like he was suffocating.

"I...not." He forced a smile.

Z's slender eyebrows were tightly knit together, "My hearing is better than others, and I can hear your heartbeat clearly. Are you... hiding something from us?"

If Duan Feizhuo took off his close-fitting shirt and twisted it now, he might be able to twist out a Mediterranean sea.

What excuse should I use to muddle through?

He thought about it, and said, "It suddenly occurred to me that I had heard the name Secret Realm Trading Company before."

Z immediately became interested, "Oh? Where did you hear that?"

"When I was performing surgery on Paimo, he muttered something like 'I bought something at a secret trading house'..." Duan Feizhuo tried to lie.

Since Paimo knew that the trading house hadn't opened for a month, it meant that he was also a frequent visitor to the trading house. It is also reasonable to infer that he bought something there.

Miss Acheson said, "Pymer did say he bought a charging wand from the Exchange House."

Z asked, "Did he reveal the location of the trading house?"

Duan Feizhuo pretended to be confused and shook his head, "What exactly does the Secret Realm Trading Company do?"

"As the name suggests, it is an underground black market where occultists buy and sell occult items." Z explained, "If we find that place, we can wipe out those occultists."

"This is also our primary goal at the moment." Xenophon said happily.

Z gestured to him, "Go and interrogate Paimo and Goldstein again, and see if you can dig out some more information from them."

Xenophon saluted exaggeratedly, "Obey!"

He swaggered out of the office.

Duan Feizhuo stood there blankly. Z pointed to the empty table opposite him. The table had obviously not been taken care of for a long time, and it was covered with a thin layer of dust. Duan Feizhuo walked over stiffly and sat down facing Z.

The so-called sitting on pins and needles, feeling like a light on his back, feeling like a stick in his throat, is probably what he feels now?

"Do you know how to use a typewriter?" Z asked, resting his chin on the table with one hand, with a lazy tone, like a large lazy beast.

"Not really." Duan Feizhuo said.

Typewriters in this era are different from modern keyboards. Not only do you have to manually replace the paper and ink cartridges, but you also have to manually push the carriage back to the starting position after typing a line. Some typewriters even have keys that are different from modern keyboards. Untrained people may be in a hurry when they come into contact with a typewriter for the first time.

"Then you write it by hand." Z pointed to the paper, pen and ink on the table.

Duan Feizhuo wiped the table carelessly, and arranged the paper, pen and ink. Z begins dictating how they captured Paimo.

The report was not finished until evening. Duan Feizhuo hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

"That's all for today." Z said, "In the future, the Abnormal Case Investigation Division will call you again if necessary. When you don't need you, you can study at home by yourself. Don't run around, London is not very peaceful recently."

Duan Feizhuo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not asked to come to work every day, otherwise he might really be bald.

"I'll take you back."

Z got up, said goodbye to Miss Acheson (who had been typing away at her typewriter all afternoon), and walked out of the office. Duan Feizhuo followed quickly. It seems that the work system of the Abnormal Case Investigation Section is quite loose, and the boss actually takes the lead in getting off work on time.

"Isn't Miss Acheson off work?" Duan Feizhuo asked in a low voice while walking in the corridor of Scotland Yard.

"She is a workaholic, no one else can compare to her." Z replied lightly.

From time to time, they passed by police officers from other departments, and many of them cast meaningful glances at Z. This is not only because the Abnormal Case Investigation Section is an anomaly in Scotland Yard, but also because of Z's appearance that is different from ordinary people. It's hard not to be noticed.

"Speaking of which, Miss Acheson, Xenophon and you are the only three in the entire Abnormal Case Investigation Division?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"There are four other people on business trips," said Z. "When the night police force is full, there are 26 people, code-named by the letters A to Z. My code-name is Z, Miss Acheson's code-name is A, Xenophon The code name of the other four is X. The code names of the remaining four are F, N, Q, R. Except for the seven of us, everyone else has died."

Duan Feizhuo shivered. How high is the death rate in your post! No wonder they forced themselves to join like a young man. Without fresh blood, this department might die collectively sooner or later.

But if he joins, what awaits him is a super high death rate of 19 out of 26? ! His dream is to be a salted fish, not a dead fish!

As if aware of his fear, the corners of Z's lips curled up, with indescribable sadness and bitterness in his smile.

"Even if you join the night policeman, you are still a clerk, and you will not be allowed to go to the front line in person. If one day even you have to go to the battlefield, it may be the day when the night policeman perishes."

Looking at his handsome but melancholy face, Duan Feizhuo felt sour in his heart.

The night vigilantes and the mystics fought endlessly, both sides suffered heavy casualties, so why bother?

Z hailed a cab at the gate of Scotland Yard, and the two boarded the cab and headed towards No. 49, Franchise Square.

"Are you... okay?" Z suddenly asked bluntly.

"What?" Duan Feizhuo was taken aback.

"Is there any sequelae left? I was careful when I started, but Xenophon's treatment technique is not accurate."

After a while, Duan Feizhuo realized that he was asking about his own wound. Z has a somewhat uneasy conscience about stabbing the hostage and the kidnapper.

"I have fully recovered. Thank you for your concern."

Seeing that Jing cared so much about him, Duan Feizhu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, as if there was a little sparrow fluttering happily in his chest.

"Speaking of which, your hand..."

Z raised his mechanical prosthetic right arm slightly.

"It's been picked up." Z opened his five fingers and clenched them into fists, indicating that his arm was normal.

"That's good. I hope it won't hurt. I mean, I don't know if the mechanical prosthetic will feel pain. After all, I haven't had a transplant, but since it can move, it means it is connected to your nerves, so it will hurt." It's normal..."

"It won't hurt." Z interrupted him with a flat tone, obviously unwilling to discuss this issue.

Duan Fei closed his mouth tactfully. He and Z aren't close enough to openly discuss each other's physical disabilities.

They got off at the gate of No. 49, Place Franchise. From afar, Duan Feizhuo saw a familiar figure looking downstairs. That rich and round figure, who is it not Mr. Lynn?

Seeing Duan Feizhuo, the lawyer smiled brightly, "Oh, you're back! Didn't you promise to come to my house for dinner tonight? I thought you forgot!"

Seeing Z beside Duan Feizhuo, he hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, "Dear Mr. Detective! What brought you here?"

Z is expressionless, "Mr. Chester said that he intends to join Scotland Yard, and I will take him to study today."

Mr. Lin En was overjoyed when he heard the words, "That's great! Do you want to be a policeman? What a great profession! Eliminate violence and maintain order. Your uncle's spirit in heaven will definitely be proud of you!"

He was beaming with joy. He didn't know that Duan Feizhuo was going to join the Night Policeman with a high death rate, so he thought he just wanted to be an ordinary policeman.

"I'm leaving." Z said indifferently.

Mr. Lynn stopped him, "Don't go, Mr. Detective! If you are free at night, why don't you come to my house for a light meal?"

"Your family gathering, is it alright to invite me as an outsider?"

"Where are you an outsider? I heard that you saved the child from the gangsters. You are his benefactor!"

Z turned to Duan Feizhuo's direction, asking for his opinion. Duan Feizhuo naturally wanted to spend more time with Z, but when he thought of himself as the owner of a secret trading firm and Z as a night watchman, he felt his stomach twist into a ball.

He winked desperately at Mr. Lynn, hoping that the lawyer would withdraw his invitation.

Alas, Mr. Lynn completely misunderstood him.

"You must pay the respects, Mr. Detective!" Mr. Lin En pulled Z and refused to let go, "I can be regarded as the elder of this child, so let me thank you in his place! My wife and daughter are also I'd love to see the Scotland Yard detectives! You'll be sure to brighten up the cottage!"

He spoke so sincerely that it was hard for Z to refuse. He nodded, "Then I will bother you."

Duan Feizhuo covered his face in pain.

"What's the matter with you?" Mr. Lynn asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...I'm just...too happy." Duan Feizhuo smiled uglier than crying.