Is this Mr. Derek the same "Derek" in Gibson's records?

Aldridge didn't think much about it and tried it out: "I heard from Mr. Gibson that there was once a chess player named Jefferson, you..."

He didn't go on, because the old man named Derek turned his head to him, his eyes were cold and fierce, not like the serious and indifferent old man just now.

"What did Gibson tell you?" The old man's voice had almost uncontrollable anger, "How dare he be an outsider with you..."

Aldridge was a little surprised, but pretended to be dazed and said, "Um, what's wrong with Mr. Jefferson?"

The old man took a deep breath and turned his head to continue his movements, but the strength in his hands involuntarily increased and his frowning brows all explained his extremely unstable mood.

"It seems that Mr. Jefferson has no secrets..." Aldridge sighed helplessly in his heart. He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation, but he screwed it up.

At this moment, a young man with short hair trotted all the way, without even looking at Aldrich, he hurriedly leaned into Derek's ear and said something.

Immediately, Aldridge saw that Derek's complexion changed greatly, and his eyes poked into Aldridge's face instantly.

Aldridge showed a puzzled look at the right time.

"You did it?" Derek's voice was full of anger.

"What?" Aldridge wondered, wondering if it was the news of Gibson's death.

The old man didn't say anything else, ordered the young man, and left in a hurry.

The young man glanced at Aldrich with a little fear, and ran away with his head down.

"Although it has something to do with me, it's definitely not what I did."

Aldridge was quite helpless. Thinking of the context, the young man brought the news that Gibson was dead, and he just appeared in front of Derek and mentioned 'Jefferson'. hit the gun.

"Then I can only be sorry."

Aldridge tugged at his collar and followed without hesitation.

After walking out of the library, the young man separated from Derek and ran away in a hurry. Aldridge did not follow Derek, but followed him.

10 minutes later, the young man woke up on the street with a dull look on his face.

"Huh? Why am I here?"

"Yes, I'm going to tell my teacher about Mr. Gibson. He must be taking care of the donated books in the library now..."

On the other side, Aldridge put away the Strelling snake stick, took out the 'loyal Motto', sniffed a piece of debris from the corner of Derek's clothes, and followed it around again to catch up. A dignified old man in a carriage.

Aldridge turned into black gold, followed in the shadows, but came to a familiar place, which was Gibson's residence.

It has been controlled by police in black uniforms, and there is a circle of ordinary citizens watching the lively outside.

Derek exchanged a few words with the police, walked into the house, and walked out with a gloomy expression after a while, I don't know if it was because of Gibson's death or something else...

He left without stopping, and Aldridge naturally followed.

Twenty minutes later, Derek got off the carriage, took out a set of brass keys, and opened the courtyard door of a second-story building.

"Really cooperative."

Aldrich smiled silently, and turned into black gold particles and got into the gap.

The old man took off his coat, walked straight into the well-organized study, took out a piece of letter paper, picked up a pen and started writing.

Aldridge 'flowed' to the ceiling and watched him write from an angle:

"Dear Green:"

"I hope your gout is getting better. But my friend, I found someone in Campbell who was investigating what happened to Jefferson that year. Gibson died. I guess that person did it. He has come to me... I don't know. Can I send this letter smoothly, but you must keep it a secret and don't let the outside world know about this shame, especially at this time!"

Aldridge couldn't help laughing - what a mess!

He didn't have the patience to read these words again, and planned to use the Strelling snake stick to solve the problem, but suddenly there were footsteps outside the study door.

Aldrich was shocked, and the arm that had been condensed was retracted again. His 'spirit' spread in the room, and he didn't perceive anyone else's existence at all!

"Who?"

Derek also heard the obvious footsteps in his ears. He got up and asked nervously, but quickly folded the newly written letter in his hand and put it into a book on the bookshelf behind him.

Then he took out a plain musket from the drawer of the table.

"This old man has a long way to go."

There is no way to get something like a musket.

Footsteps approached, and the door opened.

"Bang!"

Derek didn't even think about it, he fired a shot directly at the door!

It is estimated that it only hit the air, because the footsteps walked into the room from the outside without any confusion. It was a guy wrapped in a cloak. He looked like a man, and his hair was shining under the cloak. Naturally, he was also a participant.

"What a quick move."

As a rank 4, Aldridge vaguely saw the opponent's movements, staggered the ballistics in an instant, relaxed and freehand.

What's even more disgusting is that even though he is so close to Aldridge and his body is printed on Aldridge's retina, Aldridge's "spirit" still can't capture his existence!

Absolute high order Extraordinary!

Rank 4 is impossible, rank 5 has a probability, and the most likely is rank 6!

The visitor didn't pay attention to the nervous Derek at all. Instead, he looked up at the black gold that Aldridge had turned into, narrowed his eyes, and nodded.

The squinting seemed to be smiling, and the nod was more like a friendly greeting, but it made Aldrich stiff—he had an impression of this person!

At Gibson's residence, the first team leader to enter the room, the guy who has no sense of existence!

Sure enough, the more low-key people are, the more powerful they are...

There is no way that Aldridge could have mistaken someone.

"Are you Johnny?" Derek asked sharply, pointing a gun at the person who came ~lightnovelpub.net~.

"Who is Johnny..." The visitor muttered and waved it casually. Derek immediately froze, and saliva flowed unnaturally from the corner of his mouth.

This guy……

Aldridge understands what the other party is doing, this is pure 'spirit' suppression!

Compared with ordinary people, the 'spirit' of a high-order Extraordinary person is that the sea is stronger than raindrops... An uncontrollable malicious fluctuation directly destroyed Derek's 'spirit'.

This is more direct, deeper, less human hypnosis.

"You chess players are hesitating and wasting time... Where is Jefferson's first game recorded?" The man complained softly and asked casually.

Like a puppet, Derek pointed to the desk beside him without hesitation.