Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 240: Unsettled night
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Because "Silver Coin Viper" Odell is not a pirate, it ’s hard to say clearly about the various rumors about him. Klein withdraws his gaze towards the stairs, walks to the bar, finds a place to sit, and taps on the table :
"A cup of Zarha."
This is a local malt beer, which is much cheaper than the Nanville beer that needs to be shipped from northern continent.
"3p." bartender also recovered from a quiet state, picking up an upside down cup.
Everyone in the bar also started whispering, shining under a gas wall lamp, discussing the reason why "Silver Coin Viper" Odell bought ten boat tickets.
"He must be being tracked, three ships and ten tickets, so that the tracker can't figure out which one they will get on!" A gang member with tattoos on his arms and sleeves raised his arms twice according to himself. The experience of absconding expressed opinions.
An adventurer sipping Lilangzi sneered:
"You do n’t know Odell. If his plan is so simple, then he will not have the nickname Silver Coin Viper.
"I bet they won't be on any passenger ship represented by those ten tickets!
"The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are going to Pritz Harbor."
Another adventurer hearing this shook his head:
"Maybe the information to Pritz Harbor is also fake."
The previous gang member heard a stunned voice, and said in disapproval:
"According to your description, Odell probably already thought of what you think of, so he just wanted to go to Pritz Harbor, just to get on one of those three ships!"
Two adventurers opened their mouths to refute, but after thinking carefully, they felt that there was a real possibility that they could not speak for a while.
This made the gang member very happy and drank the remaining spirits in one bite.
Klein is holding a cup of Zarha, drinking while drinking, listening to the boring, waiting for the fake ID and ferry ticket he needs to come back.
"It will be three quarters of an hour, and hope that there will be no surprises, and that the bar will not be confused ..." He prayed silently and drew scarlet moon in his heart.
The light yellow beer slowed down slowly, Klein sometimes looked at the wall clock on the wall, and occasionally glanced at the doorway, hoping that time would pass faster.
Over half an hour later, the door of the bar was suddenly opened by kuāng dāng, and the night breeze blew in.
No ... Klein's mouth twitched slightly, resisting the urge to smile bitterly, turning sideways to look at the place where the sound came out.
Five people appeared at the door. The first was black-haired brown pupil. His face was deep, his lines were stiff, and he had Ruen characteristics. He was about 40 years old.
His expression was cold and majestic, making everyone in the bar unconsciously quiet again.
And all three men and one woman behind him were wearing trench coats and holding the revolver unabashedly. It seemed that as long as there was something anomalous, they would immediately aim and shoot.
I do n’t know, not on any wanted order, without any bounty ... Klein grunted, keeping the attitude of Audience.
The five intruders suddenly dispersed and came to different drinkers, bending over slightly. looks at asked them one after another:
"Where is "Silver Coin Viper" Odell?"
The drinkers were hesitating to answer, and saw the black muzzle pointed at themselves, and the handle made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty under the light.
"He, they are going to second floor!" The bartender who was asked pointed to the stairs almost at the same time.
Someone is really tracking Odell. Is this trying to deal with Queen of Mysteries, or is it something that "Silver Coin Viper" has done? Or, because of the mysterious man next to him wearing a hood and eating candy? Klein took another sip of beer. Four of the looks at intruders went to second floor. The remaining one stayed in place and continued to inquire.
Soon, the latter grasped the situation of Odell looking for Deniel to buy tickets, and immediately walked to the thin blackish black market businessman, Shen Sheng asked:
"Honestly tell me, where did Odell buy the ticket?"
Deniel did not rely on his own network to succeed, and smiled:
"He didn't make it clear that the request is ten, belonging to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is Pritz Harbor."
"Really?" The interrogator was a radical man in his twenties.
Deniel whispered back:
"You can ask everyone here, they all heard."
"bullshit!" The man pushed the Deniel in exasperation, then turned and walked towards the other drinkers.
Deniel stands unsteadily, staggers back, and sees that he is about to fall. The back of his head hits the edge of a small round table, and then he feels that there is more power in the shoulder position, and the body suddenly restores balance.
He turned his head subconsciously and saw that it was the guest who had just obtained fake ID and bought the black boat ticket.
"Thank you, these **** military hyenas!" Deniel first thanked her, and immediately gritted her teeth.
It was Klein who supported him. He did n’t want the "ticket seller" to have any accidents. After all, he had already paid 5 pounds in cash in advance.
Of course, it is also his habit to use the innocent people who are affected.
Military hyena? In Bayam, this description often represents the person whose goal is MI9 ... "Silver Coin Viper" Odell What did this do? Klein said silently, excluding the possibility of someone targeting Queen of Mysteries.
Because for the Ruen military, this makes no sense.
The MI9 members of second floor went downstairs in a hurry as he turned his thoughts, and ran straight to the door while saying to his companions:
"Long jumped the window and ran!"
This group of people came in a hurry and went in a hurry. The noise in the bar soon recovered. Only the slightly swaying gate explained the uneasiness just now.
Klein finally waited for the fake ID and black ship ticket, no need to worry about being interrupted by accident.
After paying the remaining 15 pounds of cash, he left Seaweed Tavern and returned to the ordinary hotel he rented.
"John. Yorde ... This name is too much trouble? Before returning to Beckland, you have to get a more authentic identity certificate." Klein looked at the next series of identity documents and lost them Into the suitcase.
He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow to start the last voyage of this "travel".
At this moment, he heard a knock on the door.
Who? Klein took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door.
Outside are several police officers in black uniforms, one looks like ruenian, the rest is either mixed race or pure native.
"Anything?" Klein asked in doubt.
"Please show your identification." A mixed-race said politely, because the husband on the opposite side also seemed to be ruenian.
Fortunately, I just made a copy, otherwise I have to go to the police station tonight, or run on the spot, change my appearance, and come again ... Klein whispered back to the room and took out his ID.
The ruenian police officer led the way at random:
"Mr. Yold, are you living here alone?"
"Yes, everyone in the hotel can prove it." Klein replied calmly.
The ruenian police officer smiled a little:
"Have you ever seen this person?"
As he said, he asked the policeman next to open a portrait. It was an old man with an extremely thin body and white and messy hair. Apart from these, there were no obvious features.
"No." Klein shook his head.
"He likes candy very much." Officer ruenian added.
"Candy ..." Klein suddenly remembered the mysterious man with the hood next to "Silver Coin Viper" Odell, who had been eating brown candy at short intervals.
After careful consideration, Klein said without concealment:
"Maybe I have seen it. When I was at Seaweed Tavern, I saw a candy lover who was beside "Silver Coin Viper" Odell."
The ruenian police officer did not conceal his disappointed expression, simply thanked him and ended the inquiry.
When they knocked on another room, Klein closed the wooden door and returned to the easy chair.
"The Odell incident not only attracted the people of MI9, but also allowed the governor ’s office to arrange manpower to conduct a citywide investigation. It was not easy ..." He whispered and decided to go to above the grey mist and browse the prayer spots around Sea God Scepter Look for more information from the prayers of many believers of Bayam, lest you be inexplicably caught in a big vortex because of the wrong response.
Entering the bathroom and coming to above the grey mist, Klein beckoned and let the bone scepter around the countless light spots fly out of the debris pile.
Browse through the light spots one by one, he can only confirm that the cross-examination was not a small matter, the target is Odell and the mysterious person, but he can not know more.
Thinking about it, he turned his gaze to a spot specially marked by divinity.
That belongs to a mixed-race policeman named Braya. He claimed to be Sea God, and he changed his weight to Lord of Storms, only to climb higher in the police station.
He is now Superintendent of Police!
Then, Klein cast Sea God's will into the corresponding spot.
Braia, who is planning to work for her subordinates at the police station, suddenly came out with cold sweat, quickly made an excuse, entered the bathroom, and whispered in prayer:
"favored one of the seas and spiritual world, Almighty Kavetun, your followers report to you.
"The key person I ’m looking for tonight is a very thin old man. His hair has all turned grey, but it ’s still lush, but he ’s very cluttered. He ’s afraid of cold. He also wears thick clothes at Bayam. Just like it is a steam engine and candy is high-quality coal, the above means to find him but not hurt him. "
Klein no longer ignored Braya, pulled his thoughts back, tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers and said:
"Compared with portraits, such descriptions give me a sense of familiarity.
"Where did it seem to have heard of ..."
For Divinator, a sense of familiarity means there are clues, so Klein writes divination sentences and begins to ask his spirituality.
He reclined in silence, leaning on the back of the chair, using meditation as a pedal, and fell asleep.
In the gloomy dream world, Klein found himself back to Beckland and back to the previously rented 15 Minsk Street.
In front of him is Ian with bright red eyes. The big boy raised his head and said:
"Tulane Von Hermosyn, the greatest scientist, mathematician, and mechanic after Mister Russell Great Emperor, the father of the second-generation differential machine."
Huo Ran, Klein woke up and understood who MI9 was looking for!
What they are looking for is a great scientist who has made the Ruen military and Intis spy organizations fiercely contest with only one third-generation differential machine manuscript!
They are looking for Frankenstein who has been mysteriously missing for many years!
No wonder Admiral of Blood Information Officer Old Quine will have an improved wireless set that is more advanced than Beckland! Klein suddenly.
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