"Mystery: Start with the reader(

In the Intis Embassy in the West End of Backlund, the Intis ambassador Baekrun Jean Madan, with a thin face and a little stubble remaining, looked at the information gathered at hand, and his eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Then he shook the bell at the corner of the table and called the deacon who had been serving outside the study.

Pushing the door and walking in was a meticulously dressed middle-aged gentleman. Beckron looked at him and said in a very polite tone: "Mr. Cotton, please go and call Rosago over."

This deacon not only serves as the “housekeeper” of the embassy, ​​but also the protector of previous ambassadors, the chief military officer of the embassy, ​​an “astronomer” of Sequence 5... and has a certain connection with the “Steam and Machinery” church .

"Please wait, your ambassador." Curton bowed respectfully, with standard actions and graceful posture, unable to spot any flaws.

After Kirton went out, Bakerlun breathed out subconsciously. I don’t know why, he always felt a lot of pressure in front of the deacon... Coupled with the other’s rigid personality and complicated background, he didn’t trust him very much. Many of the unseen work was commissioned by Rosago and his privately recruited intelligence personnel to do.

Fortunately, the deacon just strictly adhered to his own duties, and was not concerned about other things.

After a while, Rosago, with black hair and blue eyes, a handsome face and a faint beard, followed Kirton into the office.

After Curton voluntarily withdrew and closed the door of the office, Beckron handed a document to Rosago, saying: "Mersault's trash failed and exposed our relationship with him to a detective. ... Now the people from MI9 have stepped in... Those simple-minded plateau people are really unreliable!"

Rosago read the information in his hand carefully, and immediately made a judgment: "Although Merso has only recently become a'hunter', but it is not easy for ordinary people to kill... That detective is probably an extraordinary person. , Has a certain frontal combat ability... and is good at'psychic'... but he is unlikely to be a mid-sequence. After all, according to the police investigation, he should be lucky to win."

"I'm not interested in knowing the information of a little detective... I just want to get the whereabouts of that kid named Ian!" Beckron said here, poured a glass of Olmere wine, and took a sip before proceeding. Said, "You don't have to worry about the deacon of the Storm Church who is following you, I will let the'Shadow' temporarily distract him."

Rosago, who was a little hesitant at first, suddenly relaxed when he heard the words, and nodded: "I can get the exact news by Monday at the latest."

"Very good!" Beckron nodded in satisfaction, then took out a whole bottle of Olmere from the wine cabinet and gave it to Rosago, smiling, "Xinxiang Manor was produced in 1286 and the price exceeds 400 pounds. I know you have been I'm thinking about this, and I gave it to you."

"Thank you." A little surprise flashed in Rosago's blue eyes.

...

On Sunday night, Klein came to the "Brave" bar on Iron Gate Street according to the address given by Ian Wright, and found Caspass in the billiard room.

"Introduced by the'old man'?" Kaspers, with a big nose and wearing a linen shirt, looked at Klein, and said in a deep voice after a long while:

"Come with me."

The so-called "old man" is the code name of Detective Zaire. He is one of the extraordinary people that Caspars knows, and he is barely a friend...

So Caspers trusted the people he introduced.

After that, Caspers agreed to Klein's purchase of a gun, and sold him a special revolver and 50 bullets for 3 pounds and 10 thul.

Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five bullets, stuffed the revolver into the armpit gun bag that he bought a long time ago, then picked up the remaining bullets, looked up at Caspass, and said carefully:

"If I want to hire a good bodyguard, who should I call?

"Very powerful, the kind that surpasses human limits."

Caspers rubbed his big red nose, his eyes became cold, he looked at Klein deeply, and said:

"If you don't have any trouble, I suggest you hire a regular mercenary squad or a well-known detective to protect you.

"Well, if there is no way, I can help you introduce'Hero Detective' Brian. I believe you have heard of his name... Of course, the introduction fee is extra."

A regular mercenary team? It seems that you also know the "Night Watcher", "Mechanical Heart" and "Punisher"? It's a pity that my situation is special, it's too late to hide from them, so I don't dare to enter their sight easily...

As for "Hero Detective", isn't that Mr. "Tower"? Unexpectedly, Mr. "Tower" has such a wide network of relationships, even in such a place, people take the initiative to help him solicit customers...

Well, the strength of Mr. "Tower" is enough to protect me... But how can I dare to arrange a famous detective who is "learned" and good at observation and reasoning by my side? I'm afraid it won't take a few days, the details will have to be cleaned up!

Moreover, Mr. "Tower" had a good relationship with Ms. Dai Li, and he might have seen my photo. If he happily mentioned the lady, I'm afraid I will be thoroughly investigated by the church.

With a bitter smile in his heart, Klein shook his head slightly to Caspers without explaining much.

Caspers naturally understood what he meant, so after a few seconds of silence, he said in a deep voice: "In this case, I can help you ask other people, but there is no guarantee that someone will take this task."

This is both black and white, there are acquaintances...a familiar extraordinary... you deserve to be a gangster who can monopolize the underground business! Klein turned up his mouth and said:

"No matter what the result is, please allow me to express my gratitude in advance."

After a while, Klein, led by Caspers, entered a dimly lit card room and saw Maric who was playing cards with a dozen corpses.

After Klein understood his general situation, Maric, who was slightly mad with malice in his eyes, immediately stiffened in place, as if turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly said: "You go out."

what? Klein didn't react at the first time, and it was not until the opponent turned and walked to the card table that he realized that the transaction could not be reached.

You dragged a bunch of living corpses to play cards in the room. You were quite tall and strong, but you were scared off like this? You are obviously crazy...

After deflating a few words from the inside, Klein finally left the card room helplessly. After learning about the Extraordinary gathering information from Casper, he decided to come back tomorrow night.

After returning to the rented house at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein did not waste charcoal, went directly into the bedroom, drew the curtains, and isolated the room from the outside world.

In order to delay the attack that may have come from the ambassador as much as possible and buy time for himself, he wrote the information about "Ian Wright" he had fortuned out on a piece of paper:

"I don’t know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. After I found Zaire’s body, I never saw him again. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright had appeared in White Rum. The Telegraph Office on the street."

After writing, Klein did not fold and put away the paper, nor did he use spirituality to ignite it, but instead let it spread out on the desk, showing his content wantonly.

After taking a deep gaze, Klein returned to the bed, but he did not go to bed immediately. Instead, he quietly glanced at the perfect and brilliant red moon outside the window, then boarded the gray mist, ready to face the Forsi. The young lady stretched out a helping hand.

...

At the same time, Abner simulated "psychological stealth" early in the morning and hid in the rented house of Hugh and Fors.

Seeing the full moon outside the window appeared, he quietly "opened the door" and entered Forsi's bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, he witnessed Forsi suddenly sitting up from the bed, stretched out his hands, pressed his ears on both sides, and kept rolling on the bed, seeming to be fighting against the illusory babble.

Drops of sweat came out of her forehead, and the back of her hand was bulging.

Her body was sometimes tight, sometimes rolling, rolling from the bed to the ground, and from the ground to the edge of the bed...The light blue eyes that originally smelled of playfulness and laziness were full of pain.

Just when Abner couldn't bear to keep watching, and planned to show up and guide her to recite the honorable name "The Fool", Forsi finally stopped.

She let go of her hands, saw the handfuls of slightly curly brown hair, laughed weakly at herself:

"Ebner was right. After using the bracelet, the'babble' really got worse... The only good news is that at least you don't have to worry about losing your hair... because I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it. time."

Then, she could no longer restrain the weakness that was buried deep in her heart. She hugged her knees and sat under the window, dazed, sometimes hesitated and sometimes frightened.

Abner, who was hiding in the dark, sighed ~lightnovelpub.net~ but had no plans to show up again. He felt that Forsi would definitely not want to expose his side to familiar people.

Moreover, even if she told her that "The Fool" could help her at this time, she must have more doubts than trust in her heart... or wait until the next time she can't hold it, and then guide her... lest it be self-defeating.

Thinking like this in his heart, Abner quietly exited Forsi's bedroom and prayed in a low voice to Mr. Fool, asking him to tell Hugh, who was on the mission, to inform her that Forsi had overcome the difficulties.

...

Outside the house at No. 15 Minsk Street, I tasted Olmir, and Rosago, disguised as a drunk, passed by this block, manipulating a slender, iron-black nematode to get into Klein's bedroom through the crack of the door.

Its movements are very stiff, and it seems to be broken into slow motions one by one, with a weird taste.

The iron-black nematode wriggled to the desk, climbed to the top, and stopped in front of the paper with Ian Wright's information written on it. The head suddenly raised, and the central part was raised up, leaving only the tail to support it. Holding the body.

At this moment, it looks like a human!

After examining it for a while, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper to turn, then returned to the original path and disappeared.

Outside the house, Rosago's footsteps "staggered", but the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and he was satisfied with the knowledge of the little detective inside the house.

At the same time, his gaze concealed a glimpse of nearby places that were not easily detectable, where the watchdog from MI9 was hidden.

It is not bad for them to hide, but in Rosago's eyes, their "spiritual thread" is so conspicuous.

"Hey, if my'hypnotist' puppet is not caught by the deacon of the Storm Church, it would be so troublesome to'pretend to be passing by'..."

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