Kapitel 44: chapter 39
Chapter 78 Say hello from the air
Chapter 168 Say hello from the air
The jingling bell broke the afternoon calm.
The visitor was a man wearing a dark green postman uniform. He smiled flatteringly at Klein:
"Is this Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"
"Yes." Klein vaguely guessed the other party's intention.
The "yellow and black eye" on the right wrist is still open, and illusory threads are hanging in all directions around the edge of the apartment. Among them, several spiritual threads belonging to the monitor are shifting slightly, and the surveillance is obviously hiding in the dark. The visitor also noticed the sudden visitor.
Under the joint gaze of Klein and the visitor, the visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed over a palm-sized object made of layers of black gauze.
"Please sign for your package."
He's not a real postman... Klein was smiling in his heart, but outwardly he deliberately showed his due doubts:
"Normally, shouldn't I be given a slip and asked to pick it up at the corresponding post office?"
The postal system of the Loen Kingdom was perfectly copied from Intis. Like other countries in the Northern Continent, even many shortcomings were copied. After Russell was assassinated, these shortcomings were hardly improved. Government-funded experts and scholars We are still struggling with political minutiae and have no time to pay attention to the already relatively perfect people's livelihood.
"...Haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you in person." The postman said in a daze.
You are indeed not professional enough... Klein didn't ask any more questions, took the package, pen and order, and signed for them.
In his view, since the royal family wants to seek the throne of the "Black Emperor", it must at least make some substantial efforts in addition to the mausoleum.
Nowadays, the Northern Continent does not distinguish between national boundaries. Whether it is in any field of culture, military, or politics, the traces left by Russell can be seen everywhere. Even the so-called reforms implemented by George III are just what Russell proposed but has not yet had time to realize. Political ideas were put on the table, and laws that were not suitable for the extraordinary world were tinkered with and detailed changes were made.
Klein personally believes that the most difficult part of the "Black Emperor's" promotion ceremony is not the construction of the nine secret tombs.
Judging from historical records, many great nobles in the Fourth Age had the habit of repairing tombs. The huge secret tombs were just another manifestation of their influence.
The real difficulty is how to shape a social customs and legal framework that covers the entire country. Although Solomon's aesthetics is anti-human, it also plays a unique and representative role. People at the time and later generations saw the asymmetry. The artistic style, the name Solomon can't help but come to mind.
And George III...Klain didn't even know that when His Majesty the King was about to be promoted, 80% of the countries under his rule were still popular with Russell's culture, and 90% were still following Russell. The law, that ceremony ultimately pointed to him or Russell.
The so-called "reference" content is beyond the limit... Klein sent the postman away, closed the door, and returned to the living room. He was not in a hurry to open the package, but took out a coin and flicked it into the air with his palm.
The brass-colored coins flew in the air, and as Klein flipped his palm, a picture of numbers facing up was revealed in the center.
The number is on the back, indicating denial. There is no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly and opened the package openly in front of the prying eyes of the watchers upstairs.
After layer after layer of black gauze was opened, the things inside were finally clearly presented to his sight. A pocket watch with a light gold color and elegant patterns was pillowed on a neatly stored blood-stained handkerchief, with a few placed beside it. Short curly brown hair tied together and a stack of sticky notes.
Talim's belongings, hair, flesh and blood, and daily records are all here... Prince Edsac said that his mobility is limited, but his mobility is still quite high... Talim is a believer in the storm, After death, the body will most likely be left underground in the Church of Storms. From there, he can bypass the two major forces of the church and the military to obtain flesh and blood. He is worthy of being a prince... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table and felt strange at the many glances behind him. No wonder, I breathed a sigh of relief without any pressure.
It's just an ancient angel family with a heritage of more than two thousand years. Isn't the Zaratul family the same?
I heard that the origins of the Antigonus family can be traced back to the Second Age. At that time, the ancestors of Augustus did not know which ditch they worked as slaves for giants...
Anyway, I am now under surveillance. Although I can escape at any time, I should try my best to ensure my own safety first... I don't know why, starting from the Lanerwus case, Klein felt that his mentality was slowly changing, until The Kapin incident completely broke out.
His mentality became increasingly different from that of Tingen.
Perhaps he saw part of the truth and tore away the noble self-pretending veil of the big shots, or perhaps he had to deal with angel family leaders like Zarath every day, or even the true god above the gray fog, and he had long lost his ability to respond to high-ranking existences. Some sense of fear.
They also pursue interests and find it difficult to restrain their emotions, that's all.
With his thoughts floating around, Klein calmly pretended to check his pocket watch before picking up the more important handkerchief and hair.
In his trouser pocket was Will Asceptin's Paper Crane, and in another pocket was Mr. Azik's copper whistle. These two items that exuded the aura of an angel gave him enough sense of security.
With the support of this sense of security, he took out a pen and paper in the living room and wrote down the divination statement:
"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."
The dream slowly unfolded, and Klein came to the unfamiliar club hall. He watched Talim Dumont clutching his heart, falling down with a twisted expression, and his cheeks were abnormally crimson.
"Except for the blush on his cheeks, there is no evidence to prove that Talim did not die of a sudden heart attack. If there are insiders to help cover it up, there will be no trace of the 'devil''s method of controlling and detonating emotions. No wonder E Prince Desak is looking for outside help."
Klein opened his eyes and muttered only the first half to himself, not daring to reveal any more details.
Since he and Talim are not acquaintances, and their only relationship is based on Prince Edsac's commission, Sherlock Moriarty's usual behavior is not excessive sympathy, but only enthusiasm, and Klein does not. Showing too much lamentation to the watcher upstairs.
He sighed appropriately and tried several different divination sentences again and again. Rather than feeling guilty for not being able to find the truth, he felt more like he was working hard to get the prince's reward.
After several attempts, Klein, who felt that his performance was about the same, gave up at the right time and prepared dinner under the watchful eye of the monitor. It was not until before going to bed that he took out the record that was sent with Talim's flesh, blood, and hair again. I read and took notes on what Lim had done on the day of his death and in the days before, and who he had seen.
Home, Red Rose Manor, Club Cragg, Viscount Conrad's mansion... there are no unusual places... Hiding the notes and packages, Klein yawned after a busy day, packed up his belongings without confidence, and washed up. sleep.
Before going to bed, he deliberately placed the clothes he took off next to the pillow, and placed his palms on the pockets of his trousers. The paper crane inside was only separated from Klein's skin by a layer of fabric.
In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by clouds, Klein, who was sleeping without a dream, saw a layer of silver light in his hazy eyes.
His spirituality extended over and touched the illusory and hazy thing.
The world around him suddenly turned upside down and twisted back, and Klein unknowingly found himself in a desolate plain, with dark stones under his feet and not even a single weed.
In the center of the plain stands a black spire, with a huge silver-white snake coiled above it. Its head has been raised up, and its bright red eyes are staring in this direction coldly.
Its mouth was wide open, but no fishy smell came out. Its red eyes were cold and ruthless, looking at everything as if it were prey, but without the slightest hint of killing or cruelty.
In front of it, everything seems small and equal because of its smallness.
Is this the true form of Will Auceptin, the so-called mythical creature form?
Klein thoughtfully walked towards the silver-white snake at the top of the pitch-black spire.
"'Destiny' also has the authority over dreams?"
"Revelation is an ability common to all high-sequences."
The silver-white, scaleless giant snake spoke, with a voice as tender as a child's.
His blood-red eyes circled around Klein, spitting out the same blood-red message:
"You are really riddled with bad luck. We haven't seen you for a few days and you got into trouble with the devil."
Sure enough, it was Gostars... Klein nodded and raised a smile.
"Can't you see my destiny and peek into the future to a certain extent?"
"Last time you saw me, didn't you encounter what I'm going through now?"
The silver-white snake didn't like Klein, as if he didn't understand the faint sarcasm in his words, and there was human disdain in his blood-red eyes.
"The fate I see is much greater than the trouble this 'devil' will cause you. Compared with him, the 'devils' you may encounter in the next three or four days are not even comparable to ants."
"That..."
"Don't ask." The silver-white snake stopped Klein's desire to explore. "Destiny is very strange. Even just one question may cause unnecessary changes in your destiny."
"I have a feeling your question will cause me trouble."
As he spoke, the giant snake's thick body wrapped around the upper part of the spire squirmed slowly, shrinking visibly to the naked eye, losing its smooth snake skin depicting vague and mysterious patterns, and turning into the child-like appearance that Klein had seen before.
Will Asceptin's feet stood on the wilderness, his silver-white eyes flashing with aura that did not belong to his apparent age.
"If you dare to involve me, I will give you more bad luck and make you choke even if you drink water."
The majestic Sequence One Archangel turned out to be like a real child... Klein, who was inexplicably threatened, had his mouth twitching and could only nod his head in assurance.
"So why are you contacting me?"
Looking down at Will Asceptin from a high position, Klein thought for a while, took the initiative to squat down, and came to the same level as the young angel to communicate.
"As you said, I met a dangerous 'demon' demigod, and may be involved in the royal family's conspiracy later on."
Klein spread his hands, looking familiar.
"This time is very dangerous. Although I am protected by the followers of the True Creator, I may not necessarily die, but without the help of luck, it is not impossible to be forced to leave Backlund and lose my current identity."
Zaratul's protection is not omnipotent, and the angel himself has said that in the worst case scenario, he will not consider Klein's independent wishes. Everything prioritizes Klein's life safety, and his identity can be discarded.
The competition between Sequence One is life-and-death. Will Ascetin is obviously weaker than the "Angel of Destiny" Ourolius. He took the initiative to show his kindness to me before, not just to use my relationship to avoid conflicts with Ourolius. life and death conflict...
Unexpectedly, contrary to Klein's guess, Will Auceptin remained unmoved. His silver eyes only stayed on Klein for two more seconds and then looked away.
"Your leaving Backlund is the inevitable outcome I saw in Destiny. If I want to change it, I need to pay an unimaginable price, at least one that I can't afford at the moment."
"And don't you know it very well?"
"There are multiple angels behind the Augustus family, involving the angelic level. It is difficult for me to help you with my current power."
He hesitated a few times, as if hesitating and thinking.
"It's not that luck can't be given to you, it's just that it's more difficult. If you really want to get rid of the current situation, you should not look for me...nor Ourolius..."
"Who is that?" Klein was very curious.
After hearing the question, Will Auceptin turned his head, looked deeply at the "faceless man" who knew nothing about his fate, and spat out two syllables.
"'Lovers'."
…
Under the crimson light, Klein, who was hugging his pants on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
He turned on the "Yellow and Black Eyes" and made sure that the surveillance from above disappeared. He got out of bed and entered the bathroom next door, using a paper mannequin to block his body.
After walking four steps backwards and experiencing the familiar murmurs and labor pains, he sat down on the familiar high-backed chair.
Lover... does it refer to the tarot cards that Will Asceptin gave me last time, or does it refer to a simple noun?
If it were a path corresponding to the Tarot cards, which path would it be, and which angel or true God would it correspond to?
If it's just a noun... I don't have a girlfriend. The only women I know well now are Hunter... Well, Miss Sharon, and a few people from the Tarot Society, although I haven't met them offline...
With doubts in mind, Klein slowly took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the hidden pocket of his pajamas made from old clothes.
Before he went to bed, he used his extraordinary ability to hide the handkerchief secretly on his body.
Just like what he did in reality in the afternoon, UU Readingｗww.uukａnshu.net Klein materialized paper and pen and wrote out divination sentences without distinction.
"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."
After reciting it silently seven times with a calm mind and body, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the chair, and fell asleep in the silent and empty ancient palace.
In the gray, fragmented, and illusory dream, it was still a strange club hall, but Klein saw more things.
He stood in the faded past with more vivid colors, watching the gentleman with black hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones clenching his hands while Talim twitched and fell to the ground.
It was indeed murder... Klein deliberately controlled it, and the dream was distorted and the second act began.
The unrealistic colors disrupt and reorganize, and a spacious and pleasant lawn is about to emerge.
From the perspective of divination, characters who have left traces in history appear one after another. There is Prince Edsac, whom Klein is familiar with. There is a round-faced girl who is inexplicably familiar to Klein. There are housekeepers, guards, and...
As Klein's eyes swept away, one of the unclear figures suddenly moved, and the dim colors on his body were as vivid as a real person.
She had been standing behind the round-faced girl, but Klein was completely unaware just now!
She turned her head little by little, with a familiar and beautiful face.
He stared at Klein, his false smile broken and showing fear, but in just a moment, the weak emotions were swept away, leaving only the joy after the disaster, which then extended to the complex pleasure of surprise, astonishment, and contemplation.
He whispered:
"'Secret'?"
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"Secret"!
In the dream, what he saw was a hazy, broken gray fog, and there was no longer the peaceful scene before.
brush!
Klein straightened his back and looked extremely solemn.
Who was that just now?
What exactly is Talim Dumont involved in? He asked with a frown.
In the dream, the mysterious woman said hello to him from across the air. No, it should be said that she was saying hello to "mystery". Just one sentence made Klein feel creepy and cold.
Although it is not as painful as the divine backlash from the divination "Eternal Blazing Sun", it is no less shocking to Klein.
It couldn't be another true god... Klein was still frightened, and subconsciously covered the "Black Emperor" card with his palm.
There are only a few true gods in existence, and there are even fewer women. The feeling he gives me is not comparable to that of the goddess or the earth mother. Could it be that he is the "original witch"?
Hiss, there are relatives of the "Original Witch" hiding around Prince Edsac, maybe even a vessel descended from God?
Zaratul must be warned that something is seriously wrong!
He had no doubts about what to do next. That was to be passive and perfunctory, to fool Prince Edsac for a while until the witch around the prince was properly dealt with, and then consider the next step. The worst plan was to abandon his identity and run away. It's not impossible.
Relying on the support of the "God of Mystery" and the True Creator only gives Klein the confidence to deal with more crises. It does not mean that he can do whatever he wants like the two true gods.
…
On the King's Road, a luxury carriage left the bungalow that stood side by side with the glass greenhouse.
The carriage is covered with carpets and furnished with beds, sofas, tables and other furniture, just like a mobile room.
Duke Pallas of Bendenigan, who was wearing a dark blue admiral's uniform, was holding a crystal-polished cup and drinking blood-like Olmir red wine.
He tasted the wine and said thoughtfully:
"I invite Earl Hall to be my guest tomorrow. I want to talk to him about raising the wages of factory workers, improving their working hours, and amending the Poor Law. These are bills he has been pushing hard recently. He should be very interested. Oh, why does the Church of Dark Night suddenly care about this matter?"
"By the way, when inviting, don't mention the afternoon tea I originally arranged with Viscount Hunter on Friday. Hall's nerves are very sensitive. It's best not to let him hear it before Hunter and I finalize the subsequent financing of the railway industry. When I get some news, this will destroy our original cooperation. You only need to tell him that I intend to suggest that His Majesty the King limit the electoral property quota and suppress the rural businessmen who hold a group. It is best to get him to be interested and cooperate with me to move the invalid constituencies suppress the attack."
Looking at the secretary who was recording quickly, Duke Negan half hissed and half confided, shaking his head and sighing:
"His Majesty the King is trying to turn reforms into an opportunity for the kingdom's overall strength to improve for the second time. He has made too many moves on the land. I envy Hall in this regard. His mind has always been the most active among us. He always Being able to seize new business opportunities, if it were not for his help, I am afraid that when the Corn Act is fully implemented, Hunter and Hindelas will be able to open a third party and compete with us for seats in Parliament."
Duke Negan sighed even more heavily.
"There is nothing we can do about it. Sindras aside, although Hunter's ancestors are of Intis origin, they are also from a family with a long history. Let him get more, which is better than watching the nobles owe money to the rich. There's no use for the losers to keep sending their profits out."
Perhaps it was because he had just finished a period of fun, and Duke Negan's tense nerves could hardly relax, so his small talk was somewhat unintelligible.
He had just left his favorite mistress in the past two or three years, a girl who had just turned twenty years old. She always gave him enough happiness, soothed his mood, and made him feel like he was young.
Thinking of this, Duke Negan couldn't help but touch the empty medicine bottle in his pocket, which once contained a secret medicine made from mummy powder.
The luxury carriage gradually moved away. Neither Duke Negan, who had the sixth level of Sequence 6, nor his secretary or bodyguard, noticed that a lady who happened to be passing by the carriage's only path stopped.
She wears a light yellow sunhat and a long skirt that wraps her graceful figure, giving people a mature and charming sense of temptation.
The lady watched the carriage leave, her blue eyes mixed with light gray under her sunhat slightly narrowed.
"On average, I do it once every two days. I'm so energetic."
…
On the second floor of a garden house with a glass greenhouse, an ordinary-looking waiter leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and withdrew his probing fingers.
The misty black threads disappeared from his field of vision one after another. Jerry Zaratul, who turned off the "Spirit Thread" vision, turned and walked back to the bedroom on the second floor, passing by many waiters coming and going, as if walking in a deserted land, the bright and clear The behavior did not attract anyone's attention.
"Oh, the 'devil' left and didn't come over."
In the bedroom, the owner of the house at the feet of Jerry Zaratul, Duke Negan's mistress, who was only twenty years old and had a bit of innocence and beauty on her face, was standing in the center of the room, facing her respectfully, sitting. In the main position, her appearance is not inferior to her tall figure.
Mr. A glanced at the idle Jerry Zaratul and said in a hoarse voice:
"Leave or stay, you still have a chance to choose."
Jerry Zaratul's eyes also fell on the girl standing in the center of the room. There was disdain in his smile, and he didn't know whether it was for the girl or for Duke Negan, who had not noticed the problem for two or three years.
"I...I don't know." The innocent girlish voice was still on her face like a mosquito, and she didn't dare to look at Mr. A who was looking at him.
She carefully tried to grasp the attitude of the other "big man" with her peripheral vision. She tried several times, but she could not see any emotion on the face of the man who was wearing a waiter's uniform and looked completely different every time she met.
When he couldn't get the exact answer, Mr. A was not angry. On the contrary, his attitude was extremely calm.
"It has been almost two years since you received the glory of the Lord. When you first came into contact with the gospel of the Lord, your guide at the time should have warned you that there would be consequences for not going further before the deadline."
"Duke Negan is dying," Mr. A said bluntly, "You know exactly what will happen after he dies."
"Think about it yourself."
…
"Why are you wasting so much time talking to her?"
On the way back, Jerry Zaratul played with the roses that came from the glass greenhouse and stroked the sharp thorns on the branches with his fingers.
"She has a bad mind and can't turn around. What did Emperor Russell say to such a person?"
"Oh yes, respect the fate of others and put aside the plot to help others."
"Your behavior just now seriously violated the confidentiality regulations. According to the regulations, I should report your dereliction of duty to the 'Dark Saint' now, and then secretly execute the woman with a bad mind to prevent her from ruining something big."
Sitting on the backrest of the carriage, Mr. A quietly listened to the teasing from his partner without getting angry.
"Paras Negan was blindly confident and did not impose any restrictions. I planted a flesh and blood bomb on her body so that she would not have a chance to rebel."
"Ha." Jerry smiled sarcastically, "You are just too tolerant of heresy and rebellion."
He broke the rose in half in his hand, picked off the dewy petals one by one, and said absently:
"If you ask me, this mission is also very strange."
"We must ensure that the 'devils' move smoothly, but we must not let Paras Negan really die, let alone expose our intervention in this assassination..."
"I really don't know what to do with this."
Mr. A shook his head slightly and drew an upside-down cross on his chest.
"Then don't think about it, just serve it with devotion and leave everything to the Lord."
Under the helpless twitching of the corners of Jerry Zaratul's mouth, Mr. A said piously:
"Praise be to the all-knowing and all-powerful Creator."
…
In the hotel near the Cragg Club, Klein stood in the short-term accommodation he rented for four hours and took out a membership certificate and a silver hoarfrost badge from the inside of the unconscious man's formal jacket underneath him.
The former is made of very elastic cardboard, like a card, with the name of the man on the ground and the date of joining the club written on it.
After pressing the mark of your index finger, this membership certificate is officially ready for use.
The latter is the unique emblem of the Krag Club, named after it was founded in early November. It corresponds to the hoarfrost constellation. On the front is the symbol and the number "152", and on the back is the inscription "Jonathan Burt".
It is indeed a high-end club serving the middle class and upper class. If you are not a member, it is impossible to get in... Klein looked at the two certificates for a while, and while sighing, he turned over the unconscious man on the ground and carefully observed the other party's face. Facial features and body details.
Densely dense flesh worms appeared on the surface of his body, entangled and squirming around each other, and soon turned into the same appearance as the comatose man.
After doing all this, Klein picked up another package from the bed behind him and changed into the formal clothes placed inside.
It's a pity that the "faceless man" does not have the ability to read minds. Otherwise, I could directly penetrate into this gentleman's memory and get more accurate daily habits. Even if I meet someone who is very familiar with him, I will not be discovered...
After perfecting his disguise, Klein was worried about the man on the ground. After thinking about it, he used a long piece of paper that had been treated with the "Joker" ability to wrap it around the man's joints and body a few more times, and blocked his mouth. Covering his eyes in case Klein hadn't finished his investigation, the unfortunate gentleman woke up first.
After discovering that Prince Edsac might be involved with an evil god, Klein really didn't want to have any more entanglements with the prince. It was just that the commission had been accepted and many things were no longer up to him to decide.
The monitor is still there, and the prince also urges reports on the progress of the investigation from time to time. Klein can passively investigate, but he cannot do nothing.
After careful elimination, the scene of Talim Dumont's death, the Krag Club, turned out to be the safest of several important locations.
There are many celebrities here, the crowd is relatively dense, and the official investigation of extraordinary people has not yet been completed. Even if there is a sudden danger, official support can be obtained quickly.
…
A few minutes later, "Jonathan Burt" walked into the Cragg Club safely under the smiles of the doorman and front desk waiter.
Cafeteria, bar, library, squash room, conference hall, card room...you name it. Is this a high-end club?
Klein did not rush into the investigation. Instead, like most detectives entering a strange environment for the first time, he started with the most basic investigation.
With the help of the floor plan, he visited the tennis court where Talim liked to go and the reading area where he chatted and drank wine with friends.
In the reading area, due to Talim's unreasonable death, part of the area is still blocked by a police cordon. Only the blood stained on the carpet and the seats placed abruptly can be seen from a distance.
Due to the existence of the cordon, Klein was unable to investigate further. He could only linger nearby, pretending to be anxious and serious for the observers hiding in the dark.
Fortunately, it was not too early when he arrived at the Cragg Club, and soon the exquisite mechanical clock on the wall spit out a wooden nightingale, making a crisp cry to remind the members who were addicted to the world of books.
I remember there is a free buffet here... Klein thought for a while and calculated the time. It would take some time for Mr. Jonathan Burt, who was unconscious in the short-term room, to wake up. He simply followed a few members who were accompanying him to the first floor. Restaurant next to the lobby.
Entering the cafeteria, he picked up a piece of roast chicken and a piece of fried veal steak, as well as the cream cheese baked lobster that was limited to the club today.
After putting these things away, Klein brought in Fenebote paella, fruit salad, oyster consommé and Marquis black tea.
Facing this sumptuous lunch, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and sincerely thanked Mr. Jonathan Burt who was unconscious in the short-term rental house.
If you eat it out, this meal will probably cost three sulu... Klein alternately used a silver knife, fork and spoon, and was very satisfied with his meal.
When he had almost finished the food on the table, the violinist accompanying the performance in the corner of the restaurant also put down his strings, and a new customer walked in from the entrance.
Klein, who was tasting the taste of Marquis black tea, vaguely heard the conversation of those people. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net learned that the newly arrived guest was a fashion consultant specially invited by the club, similar to the occult events organized by the Tingen Oracle Club from time to time. Lectures, mainly serving the needs of female members in the club.
How humane... After finishing the last piece of veal steak, Klein looked up with a smile, and happened to see the front faces of the fashion consultants, one of whom caught his eye.
It was an acquaintance.
The only surviving victim of the Ripper incident, Ms. Oman, who believes in the god of steam and machinery?
Is she the invited fashion consultant?
Despite his doubts, Klein, who always kept in mind the rules of acting, did not show any corresponding emotions. Every muscle on his face remained calm under his careful control.
Is it such a coincidence... Klein had an inexplicable bad feeling, touched his finger to the dinner plate, and wanted to get up and leave.
He's allergic to coincidences!
Just when he was about to get up, Aman, who was talking and laughing with his companions in the distance, suddenly turned his head.
She looked in the direction of Klein, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were filled with joy along with her curved eyes.
However, the lady only glanced in the direction of Klein and then withdrew her gaze, as if she was only aware of the peek from behind, rather than actually discovering Klein's true identity.
On the other side of the restaurant, Klein, who was holding the dinner plate, slowly relaxed and raised his tea cup again.
He looked at Ms. Aman's back and breathed a sigh of relief slowly.
Is it really just a coincidence that my spiritual intuition has not been touched?
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That night.
Backlund, North District, underground of St. Samuel's Church.
Leonard Mitchell sat on the chair, raised his feet, stretched them to the desk, rested them on the edge, and closed his eyes as if to fall asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, his drooped eyelids trembled faintly, showing signs of opening.
Leonard's spirit emerged from the gray world, and as the spirit returned, his body regained consciousness.
The "Nightmare" who had just "woke up" yawned, and his green eyes seemed to be stained with black strange water, with traces of countless illusory bubbles and ripples.
"Captain Sost, I don't see anything wrong."
In the room where Leonard's Red Glove Team was temporarily stationed, "Requiemer" Sost saw this subordinate who had always been undisciplined return and threw down the documents in his hand.
"Did you have a good chat with Mr. Bell in your dream?"
He pulled out the form from the pile of documents, took a pencil and made a cross after one of the names.
This "List of Victims and Implicated Persons of the Ripper Incident" jointly approved by the extraordinary teams of the three major churches contains nearly thirty names. As of now, two-thirds of the objects under observation have a representative after their names. There are two crosses, indicating absolute safety.
After marking the mark, Sost looked up and looked around the room and said:
"There are still three people who need to be verified and investigated. You can allocate them."
It was already late at night, but to the "Nighthawks" with the "Sleepless" as the main force, there was not much difference from the daytime, but they themselves were more powerful.
Two days have passed since the death of Talim Dumont. Due to pressure from the royal family, the government and public opinion, the three major churches had to join forces to form an investigation team in order to uncover the "devil" who keeps committing crimes as quickly as possible. .
Unlike in the past, any extraordinary team from any church can deal with "demons" of this level in a relatively short time as long as they carry targeted sealed objects.
But this time, the "demon" who frequents the eastern area of Backlund seems to have mastered high-level anti-divination methods. He can always avoid the eyes of the official forces and wander around the underground edges of the city that are difficult for the officials to reach, while scheming with the officials. , observing silently, waiting for opportunities to take action.
"Captain, who are the other three?" Albert, another member of the "Red Gloves" team, rubbed his temples and sounded tired.
"Cullen Kara, Armaan Stone, Andrew Holland." Sost repeated the names on the document without paying much attention, and threw the three basic information reports to the team members sitting around another desk. .
Armaan Stone...is this the only victim who survived the "Devil" Ripper?
Leonard recalled the information shared by "Machine Heart" and gestured to touch the document belonging to Arman Stone.
"another."
Suddenly, the old voice of his cohabitant sounded in his ears, and Leonard's hand that was about to touch Armaan Stone's file naturally turned in mid-air and took away the file with the black and white portrait of Andrew Holland.
He did not argue with his unknown cohabitant over trivial matters. Although he had doubts, he did not dare to ask them in front of Captain Sost and other teammates.
Leonard noticed that Albert, who was sitting on his right, took away Armaan Stone's information, quickly browsed through the basic information of "Nightmare", and was looking at the picture with a tear mole on the right eye. A face with a soft and cunning feeling.
"Ahem, Captain Sost, I'm going to the bathroom."
Leonard scratched his neck seemingly unintentionally and threw the information in his hand on the table in front of him rather casually.
Not surprised by the request of this unorganized team member, Sost didn't even raise his head.
"good."
After receiving permission, Leonard slowly stood up from his seat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the temporary room.
He went to a bathroom under the church, jumped into a single room, and sat on the toilet.
After making sure that there was no other person nearby, the new "Nightmare" relaxed a little, lowered his voice and said to the air:
"Why don't I choose Armaan Stone? What's wrong with her?"
In my mind, the voice belonging to my cohabitant sounded. There was no teasing or sarcasm, and it was unusually serious and dull.
"I have no idea."
have no idea? Leonard asked in surprise.
"Old man, are you the latest one?"
"I heard that many suspects become more stressed when they have to move around the police station... Well, the older the suspect, the more likely this is to happen..."
"I don't have Alzheimer's disease." The old voice said angrily, "Use your brain!"
"When a person survives a certain death situation, and everyone in the same situation as her dies and she is the only one alive, what is this generally called in your mouth?"
"What's the sign?"
Leonard was reminded and thought seriously, his eyebrows knitted together little by little.
"This shows that there is a bigger problem hidden in her body. Either the real danger has not happened yet, or she has become a part of the danger."
"not good!"
Leonard, who was on the toilet, lifted up his belt as if leaving the bathroom. As soon as he was halfway through the action, he was forced to sit down again.
His body betrayed his mind.
"What do you want to do?" said the old voice.
"Arman Stone may have a problem. I'll report it to Captain Sost or the Archbishop." Leonard said matter-of-factly, "Otherwise Albert will be in danger."
It can make the old man's spiritual intuition issue an early warning. The hidden problem of Aman Stone must involve divinity, which belongs to the level of a saint, or even stronger!
Leonard instinctively wanted to resist and regain control of his body.
At this moment, he felt a little regretful and thought that he should do it by himself. At least he knew the danger and the old man was behind it. If the pollution hidden in Aman Stone really spread through the connection of dreams, he could also With the support of the old man, he resisted for a second or two, which was enough to attract the attention of Archbishop St. Anthony and get rescue.
"Boy, am I too tolerant of you, causing you to misunderstand the extraordinary world?"
The old voice became deeper and deeper, and at the same time Leonard also felt that the power fighting for control of his body was fading.
It took him two or three seconds to echo again.
"There are not many people who can stimulate my spiritual intuition through just a little interaction, and most of them are my old friends."
Chewing on the "old friends" emphasized by his cohabitant, Leonard suddenly realized.
"You mean, you suspect that Aman Stone is related to several families on that gold coin?"
"If that's the case, why should we report the speculation to the church?"
In Leonard's view, whether the old man is a demigod who has lived for an unknown number of years, or a further angel on earth, he was not born in an earlier era. The powerful church that covers the entire Fourth Age, since he doubts Aman Si A fallen nobleman with knowledge of the Fourth Age is having an affair, so finding the church that destroyed most of the fallen nobles to deal with her is naturally the best choice.
In his mind, an old voice shouted.
"It's useless. Some of them have no direct conflict with the church. Your senior officials will just pretend that they didn't receive the news, and then turn around to investigate you who obviously have problems."
"And the other ones who are in conflict with the church... for them, unless your goddess comes in person, it is not a problem. Instead, you and I will be in danger, and there is a high chance that the outcome will be death."
The old voice spoke slower and slower, and almost stopped in the end.
He guessed a possibility that he least wanted to face.
…
Backlund Bridge area, in a low-cost apartment.
Amon, who was leaning on the sofa, was thinking about how to approach the person suspected of being the favored one of the "God of Mystery".
Changing the parasite target and starting with the people around Sherlock Moriarty is undoubtedly the best choice, but his intuition tells him that if he continues to retain his current identity, he will have a better development.
The acquaintance who parasitizes him will expose my existence... who could it be?
Zaratul does not have enough ability. It has been confirmed that Orochi and Medici are far away in the Southern Continent... Amon keeps ruling out possibilities and trying to decipher the truth.
His fingers were placed under the crystal-polished monocle, and he sat in the same posture for a long time. His slender figure was immersed in the sticky night like candied fruit, and half of his body was shrouded in dim candlelight, like a sculpture, like a worm in amber.
Suddenly, the still He reacted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked curiously towards the north.
Someone actually wanted to drag Him into a dream?
Amon, who had rarely experienced this kind of experience, did not resist, let go of his body and mind, and took the initiative to enter the unformed dream.
It was still the living room of the low-cost apartment. Amon, who was sitting on the sofa, heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
…
"Come in."
Leonard returned from the bathroom and knocked lightly on the office door. After receiving approval, he turned the handle.
"You're the only one left." Sost, who was correcting the document, looked up at Leonard who was standing at the door.
"Cindy and Albert are done."
Looking in the direction of Sost's finger, Leonard saw Cindy with long burgundy hair resting, and Albert, who was rubbing his eyes and looking sleepy, didn't have any strange reaction, but just noticed that Leonard Nader looked at him and nodded, not at all weird.
The danger hidden in Armand Stone was not special to Albert, so he chose to avoid unnecessary conflicts?
Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Andrew Holland's information, nodded and said:
"I know, right away."
…
Backlund, Friday.
Klein, who had just finished breakfast, met the apartment manager for the first time. This man with thin brown hair, a slightly high hairline, and a look of sleep deprivation reminded him that he had three letters backlogged upstairs. Leave it in a public mailbox, best to pick it up now.
Who will send me a letter? With doubts in his mind, Klein thanked Mr. Administrator, put on his coat and walked downstairs.
After coming to Backlund, he hardly made any new social connections. He only had a few "friends" with whom he had a deep relationship. He usually communicated in person. Even if he really needed to write a letter, he would not go through ordinary postal services. channel.
Mr. A will use flesh and blood to deliver messages, Mr. Azik has his own messenger, Zaratul likes revelations, Will Auceptin will not take the initiative to contact me at all, and I did not disclose my address to the agent...
The most likely Prince of Edsac, his contact with me was nothing more than an investigation into the truth behind the death of Talem Dumont, and there was a high probability that a special person would be appointed to inquire. Letters would reveal secrets too easily.
The public mailbox set up on the first floor of the apartment stands on the left side of the entrance to the lobby. It is composed of rows of wooden grids with nameplates corresponding to the room numbers.
Klein found the square in his room and found two emails in it.
To his surprise, an unexpected name appeared on the recipient of the top one of the two emails.
Emlyn White!
Klein's expression was almost weird. He maintained his "clown" ability, used his body to slightly block the prying eyes of the observer hiding in the corner, and looked at the second letter below. .
Mr. Azik's reply... Klein stood there stunned for half a second, then quickly returned to normal, took the letter and stomped upstairs and returned to the room.
When he walked back to the bedroom, he did not rush to open Mr. Azik's letter, but read the one from Emlyn White first.
This vampire, who was locked up as a volunteer in the Harvest Church, put aside his usual arrogance. His words could not be called humble, but he was also rare and peaceful.
He hoped that Klein could help him contact the elders of the blood clan, use the power of the clan to get rid of Bishop Utravsky's control, and leave the damn Harvest Church.
In the letter, he specifically emphasized that he was disturbed by a sealed artifact from Bishop Utravsky, and that he had mental problems. It was difficult to distinguish reality. From time to time, he would be misled by psychological suggestions and unconsciously praise the Mother Earth.
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I couldn't tell that Bishop Utravsky would actually use the sealed object to influence Emlyn... Klein was amazed, flipping his wrist flexibly, and put the real letter hidden under the illusion back into the envelope, then rubbed it with his fingers and burned it This letter for help.
However, I am under surveillance now, and it is impossible for me to run to the underground gathering place of the vampires with my tail... And judging from the attitude of Emlyn's parents, they don't seem to be so resistant to the belief in the Mother Goddess of the Earth. The Mother Goddess of the Earth is the same as the vampires, The attitude towards recognizing the true Creator's title of "Father of All Living Beings" is also very ambiguous, completely different from other churches among the Seven Gods.
Well, we can forward Emlyn's request to Mr. A... Klein thought.
After the spiritual flame burning on the table was extinguished, Klein gathered his thoughts and picked up another letter belonging to Mr. Azik and opened it.
Unlike when he read the letter written by Emlyn just now, his attitude was much more serious and he was more vigilant about monitoring behind him.
The letter slowly unfolded, revealing its head.
"Klein."
"I'm sorry for not being able to write you a reply for a long time. I've encountered some troubles and I'm trying to solve them. You don't have to worry about my safety and don't try to investigate my wanted status in the East District. That will bring unnecessary danger to you. "
"As for the previous questions, when everything is over, I will find time to meet with you and answer them face to face."
"your teacher."
The last exam in the first half tomorrow will be the second half after the exam.
Damn it, why do you still need to leave practical homework during the rest days in the middle of the exam? Five homeworks, why don't you kill me.
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The surveillance eyes behind him were intense. Klein read through the letter. He didn't have time to do any inspection. He rubbed his two fingers familiarly, just like burning the last letter from Emlyn. Azik's letter floated in the flames, and Every inch turned into ashes.
Mr. Azik's messenger discovered the presence of a monitor around me and couldn't find a chance to be alone, so he deposited the letter in the mailbox downstairs?
Their level of intelligence is higher than I imagined... Klein propped his chin with one hand, rested his elbow on the table, and meditated quietly against the sunlight that filtered through the glass.
Klein believed that with Mr. Azik's status, no one would dare to intercept his messenger, so Mr. Azik concealed the danger he encountered in his heart because he really thought it was very dangerous and did not want to involve himself in unwarranted danger. .
The Whigs who posted a reward for Mr. Azik's arrest were the largest party in the East District. There were quite a few government officials, rich men, and nobles cooperating behind the scenes, but in any case, they were not enough to be compared with the Angels.
Be bold, let alone angels, I am afraid that even the slightly more powerful Sequence Five will not choose to enmity.
In other words, there are only two possibilities for the Whigs to want Mr. Azik.
One is that they don't know Mr. Azik's true identity at all, and the other is that someone used the name of the Whig Party to spread the signal in the form of a reward.
The first conjecture is difficult to explain. After all, as long as there is a conflict, there will inevitably be a conflict. After the conflict, facing a gang with banned guns and many manpower, Mr. Azik wants to calm down the matter without revealing his extraordinary ability. exist.
If it's the second point... the movements of Klein's sculpturally still fingers.
The royal family again?
He really couldn't think of any other force that was instigating the Whig Party and at the same time had a reason to confront an unidentified demigod.
But what are they planning?
This was an almost intuitive guess with no evidence to support it. Klein couldn't help but wonder if he had been under too much pressure recently and something had happened. When he encountered an enemy whose identity he couldn't identify, he suspected that it was the psychology of the Augustus royal family.
Mr. Azik has lost his memory for more than a thousand years. It is true that he used to be an important member of the royal family of the Balam Empire, but now that Balam is gone, the internal factions of the "Spiritual Order", the remnants of the Church of Death, are divided, and their influence on the Southern Continent Even less powerful than the "Rose School", Augustus had no reason to deal with Mr. Azik.
Unless... it was not Augustus who took the initiative to cause trouble, but Mr. Azik who foiled Augustus' plan on the way to retrieve his memory, just like the father of Miss Magician's friend... Klein dug into the reasons from his own reasoning.
This explains everything!
Why is Mr. Azik unwilling to let me pursue the East District wanted list and remind me that there is a huge danger behind the reward... What could be considered a huge danger by an angel?
Of course it is another angel, an angel in better condition and with greater strength!
If Mr. Azik wants to find memories of the past, he will inevitably explore ancient ruins left over from the Quaternary Period.
His hometown and the area where he used to move were all in the Southern Continent. The only people with whom he had close contact in the Northern Continent were the things left behind when the God of Death and the Original Witch teamed up to cause the "Pale Disaster".
The "Black Emperor"'s godhood ceremony required nine secret mausoleums. Augustus chose the monuments left over from the past and built the mausoleums under the cover of the historical remnants of the Quaternary Period. It is not impossible to cover up the secrets.
The real culprit who killed Talim was the "devil", and the alliance with the "Rose School" is the common counter scale of all gods. If the Augustus dare to touch this, then forming an alliance with the witches does not seem so unreasonable. …Klein suddenly thought of Zaratul's words, combined with what he had gained, and his breathing stagnated.
Prince Edsac is suspected of hiding a divine vessel of the "Original Witch". The "Original Witch" was an ally with the God of Death at the end of the Fourth Age. Her breath is very important to Mr. Azik, who is obsessed with retrieving his memory. Like iron and stone to magnets, they never come together sooner or later.
So the trouble mentioned in Mr. Azik's letter broke the cooperation between the royal family and the witch?
Klein sat up straight and felt that many of the obstacles that had previously blocked the path of reasoning were dissipating, and many questions suddenly had answers.
Regardless of Prince Edsac's political ambitions, he is one of the main members of the royal family with legal inheritance rights. In particular, he has recently devoted himself to welfare reform and tried to attack the Poor Law, which must have gained a lot of support from King George III. More attention.
What's more, it is common for royal members of his level to meet with the Archbishop of the Church of Storms in Backlund Diocese.
Without the help of the royal family, it is difficult to imagine how the witches could avoid the protection of MI9, deceive the Archbishop of the Church of Storms, and sneak into Prince Edsac.
This is a dangerous attempt. If you are not careful, the existence of the witch will be exposed to the eyes of the Church of Storms, and then the three major churches. The royal family may be okay and can leave the problem to Prince Edsac alone, creating a scene where there is no evidence. Destroy evidence.
The witches have no insurance. Once their cooperation is broken, they, who are already in a weak position, will only be attacked by the three major churches again. In order to keep the secret, their reaction may be shockingly crazy.
This can also explain why Mr. Azik suddenly ran into trouble, and why he, who at least retained the power of a demigod, suddenly couldn't find the time to reply properly and was forced to avoid disaster.
Klein breathed a long sigh of relief, but his expression became more and more serious, not at all the relief after the sudden enlightenment.
His guess can also explain another problem.
For example, the death of Talim Dumont, an ordinary person with no money, no power and no status, why was a powerful "devil" personally responsible for the death, and why when divining his death, " "Original Witch"?
The only special thing about Talim Dumont is that he is related to Prince Edsac and is a friend of the prince.
But this is not an isolated case. There is a similar situation around me... Klein made a connection and subconsciously touched the pocket containing the paper crane.
Will Auceptin entered the workhouse voluntarily, in order to "reasonably" interact with me, who can communicate with the gray fog.
He saw the ups and downs of fortune and chose the almshouse associated with Prince Edsac.
From this perspective, His actions and choices also support my thoughts.
We must find a way to inform Zaratul... Klein made a decision, and when he sat down on the wooden chair, there was a loud and harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.
The detective ended his reasoning and returned to normal.
He put on his coat, opened a crack in the window next to the desk, flapped his palms, and blew all the embers of the burning letters on the table out of the window.
After doing all this, he did not close the window, but deliberately left this gap open and walked out of the apartment.
He was going to check the mailbox under the Backlund Bridge to see if Ms. Craftsman's agent had responded to him.
This determines his schedule tonight.
…
Sunya Sea, an extinct volcanic island.
The dead volcano lost its heat, leaving only the strange volcanic rocks that constitute the island's strange scenery.
The purple-red basalt weathering was thick and deep, covering the cavity inside the extinct volcano. Alger looked at the stalactites hanging from his head, surrounded by the carnival shouts of countless pirates.
Two days later, the number of pirates gathered on the island has increased a lot. Although many invited pirates are still unable to come due to various reasons, the pirate conference was still held as scheduled.
In order to prevent the news from leaking out, the navies of various countries and the Church of Storms raided the conference. This was a compromise that had to be made.
Temporarily freed from the surveillance of his subordinates who also belonged to the Church of Storms, Alger walked around the cave hall, looking around, and finally found his target.
"King of the Five Seas" Nast's second mate, "Viscount Dread" Byrd Mustang stood on a naturally formed high platform, looking down at the pirates trading, drinking, laughing and scolding the conflict below, his eyes indifferent.
This great pirate, whose bounty had already exceeded 10,000 pounds, was wearing an Intis-style shirt with complicated patterns on the cuffs and collar, and a dark red captain's uniform. He was the order maintainer of the banquet appointed by the "King of the Five Seas".
Alger smoothed his dark blue seaweed-like messy hair and walked towards the high platform.
He did not wear the robe painted with storms and lightning today. This was not to conceal his identity as a member of the Church of Storms, but to convey another message to his upcoming transaction partner.
Alger, wearing a black robe and hanging a silver pendant, walked up to the "Viscount of Fear" after several searches.
He looked at the majestic big pirate, his rough face expressionless, and simply explained his purpose.
"I have a deal I want to discuss with you."
Bird Mustang looked at the visitor, holding a bag of gold coins in his hand and smiling.
"Talk about it."
Alger deliberately looked around, pointed at his mouth, and shook his head.
Ha... Bird Mustang chuckled and turned his free wrist.
The space on the high platform was distorted silently. It seemed that following Alger's movements, his suggestion that "people here are too chatty and the noise will leak out" turned into the opposite reality. The closed air blocked the sound from being transmitted, and at the same time, it was invisible. The pressure came on Alger's shoulders, making it difficult for him to move.
"Viscount Fear" closed the environment and restricted Alger.
"It's okay now." He continued to fiddle with the pocket containing the gold coins, and his smile remained the same.
Sequence 5 "Chaos Mentor" of "Lawyer"? Alger was thoughtful, his expression unchanged, and he said calmly:
"I heard that His Excellency the Earl is very interested in the potion materials and formulas of the 'Arbiter' path."
Bird Mustang nodded slightly.
"The count is interested in this."
He looked at Alger, who was dressed in black robes, as if he was assessing his strength, and his tone was unhurried.
"What do you have on your hands, and what do you hope to exchange for them?"
Seeing that "Viscount Fear" did not reply, Alger breathed a sigh of relief.
The deal is half done, and the only thing left is how to sell the characteristics and formulas obtained by the "world" at a good price, and at the same time give the hint to the "King of the Five Seas" behind the "Dread Viscount", and obtain for himself in addition to the pirate captain and the Church of Storms A third identity outside of membership.
Even at sea, Alger had heard about the illustrious achievements of the "lawyers", so he chose his words carefully, not wanting to leave any loopholes or loopholes.
He did not directly answer the "Viscount of Fear" question, but raised his hand and drew a less common pattern on his chest.
Messy lines swept across the silver pendant in the shape of Alger's chest.
Under the slightly stunned gaze of "Viscount Fear", Alger's frosty face finally broke through the ice.
He smiled and said:
"One of my companions had a conflict with the Loen people some time ago. He hopes to deal with the troubles that the Loen people threw at him."
"The 'Sheriff', the 'Interrogator', and a sealed item corresponding to the 'Punishing Knight', as well as some formulas. I wonder if His Excellency the Earl is interested in helping him solve these problems."
Alger was vague on the details.
He thought about the rumors that the "King of the Five Seas" had always wanted to go further and was eager for the "Lawyer" to reach the angel level, but he was careful not to reveal any information. After all, the "Black Emperor" card belonged to Mr. "The Fool", and he was not qualified to read it unless Pay a sufficient and equal price in exchange.
Obviously, he cannot provide an exchange of equal value, and he believes that "the world" will not be able to provide it for the time being, even if he is a favored one.
A conflict broke out between the Secret Order and the Loen people... "Viscount Fear" easily transformed Alger's hidden information in his actions, and his attitude became much more serious.
The smile he raised slightly sank a little, and the palm of his hand holding the gold coin pocket slowly stopped, but his overall confident and unrestrained posture did not change much.
"I think..." Bird Mustang said softly, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net "Your Majesty will be interested."
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The party among the pirates continued to heat up. Unluckily enough, he won the patrol lottery and had to stay away from the excitement. The pirates who were patrolling outside the pirates at midnight sat on the rocks, pouring strong drinks into their mouths, and looked at the vast waves of deep blue and black. .
The continued accumulation of alcohol stimulated drowsiness, and the pirate inadvertently moved to the edge of sleepiness. His eyelids were fighting, falling, and lifting, repeating the cycle, blinking non-stop.
In his eyes, the red moon hanging a little above the sea level gradually sank and merged with the dark sea at the end.
The hallucination caused by alcohol overlapped with reality. After blinking countless times to fight against the Sandman, the pirate was surprised to find that there was a huge eyeball far away on the sea, facing him across the shore, and it was also blinking!
The eyeball got closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger, and ten stars appeared out of thin air around it, surrounding the eyeball like eyelashes.
The brilliance of dreams came out of the fairy tale, and the bright and quiet night-like light spread far across the sea and fell in front of the pirates.
A lady boarded the long bridge and walked in mid-air, stepping on the transparent long bridge where the light condensed, and came to the island.
Her eyes first looked at the pirate ship docked on the coast, with a pattern of eyes surrounding ten stars painted on the sails, and then she noticed the pirates.
The dizzy drunk man opened his mouth wide and lost the ability to think. Even the dreamy fairy tale could not be imprinted in his mind, and only a voice echoed in his ears.
He is talking.
"Queen of Mystery".
The title pays tribute to Sherlock Holmes.
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