Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 64: Check in
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Hearing Hucong’s words, Alfred suddenly felt the temperature in the room plummeting.
Indescribable coolness dipped into his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.
When the passenger ship docked at Utopia Port, he actually expected what the worst would be like. Utopia was the headquarters of an evil cult, and everyone there was a potentially dangerous maniac.
But now, the facts may be worse:
Utopia may not even exist!
At this moment, Alfred is very glad that he was not the aristocrat who had left Beckland. He had accumulated rich experience and did not really enter Utopia Port.
In the gaze of the adjutant and Hucong, the Rear Admiral walked back and forth a few steps with a calm expression, calmly commanding:
"Prepare a telegram for me to report Utopia to MI9.
"At the same time, please ask the local official Extraordinary to act immediately, contact the captain, and ask for the list of people entering Utopia Port. If necessary, visit one by one to confirm whether there is any problem."
"Yes." His lieutenant immediately brought his feet together and responded salutingly.
When the lieutenant walked out of the study, Alfred said to Hu Hu again:
"Bring the typewriter downstairs, I will get a detailed report."
His plan is to report key information by telegram first, without delaying preliminary actions, and then reveal more details in the form of confidential documents to provide a basis for the military to make judgments.
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On the platform of the steam train, Wendell stepped into the second-class car with top hat in one hand and a suitcase in one hand.
He is less than thirty years old, with dark black temples and quiet brown eyes. There are no memorable features in his appearance, but he has a comfortable temperament.
A few months ago, he was still an intelligence officer active in the Disu Bay Fenpot section and made a lot of credit. Now he has become the Extraordinary of Sequence Seven and belongs to the MI9 Ministry of Internal Affairs and Operations.
Today, his purpose is to send a confidential document to Beckland and hand it to Mr. MI9.
After sitting down, Wendell normally bought a newspaper from the newspaper boy outside the window and began to read leisurely.
This is a superficial phenomenon. The real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to outline the portraits of the passengers around him, remember their various characteristics, and make meticulous and perfect preparations for possible future accidents.
Wū !
The whistle sounded, and the steam train kuāng dāng kuāng dāng drove up, and the scenery outside the window accelerated by scene after scene.
After a few hours, Wendell looked anxiously out of the window, because the sky had accumulated overcast clouds, and a storm was about to fall.
This means that the steam train will stop at a certain station in advance, wait until the storm ends, and even continue the journey early in the morning, instead of arriving at the scheduled place.
For Wendell, this will cause things to deviate a bit from their expected plans, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.
However, he has no way to stop it. He cannot change the weather like the Sea God advertised by the new government of the Rhosid Islands.
The only thing he can do is pray, pray to Lord of Storms.
Facts have proved that most of the time prayer has no effect. When the sky is getting darker, the station in front has signaled with lights to slow down the train and stop on the spot.
Wū !
The whistle sounded again, and the train was getting slower and slower, eventually stopping at a platform that everyone felt a little strange.
The next second, near the front of the steam-sprayed vehicle, the mechanical door opened, the train captain stood at the entrance, and shouted to the staff on the platform:
"What's going on?"
"Heavy rain, you can't see anything!" the site staff, whose temples had turned pale, replied loudly.
As soon as his voice fell, a thunderous thunder sounded from the sky, and everyone shook with a tremor, anticipating the coming of the rainstorm.
"Damn it!" the train conductor cursed, "Which station is this?"
Because it is an abnormal stop, he does not quite know which station is currently, after all, the train he is responsible for does not stop at every station along the way.
"Utopia! A small station! Then you arrange it yourself!" The staff yelled a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with the glass horse lantern, "I have to give the train signal behind!"
The train conductor has no doubt about the attitude of the staff, because this is a normal scheduling process, otherwise there will be a rear-end collision between the two steam trains.
He can even conclude that other staff at this Utopia station are already sending telegrams to other stations to give reminders.
Of course, they must have received the telegram before they knew that the area ahead was covered by heavy rain.
"Utopia..." Wendell repeated the place name in a low voice, without finding any useful information in his mind.
Of course, he did not care too much, because there are many unknown Ruen Kingdom steam train stations, which is a manifestation of the comprehensive strength of a country.
The train conductor looked at the dark sky and muttered a few words before saying to the passengers with the newly equipped big horn:
"The storm is coming and the train will stop at Utopia Station until eight o’clock tomorrow morning."
He expects the storm to continue until tonight.
"You can stay in the carriage, or you can leave by yourself, go to the city, look for the hotel, you only need to provide the ticket stub to get on the bus tomorrow, remember to be on time." The train conductor gave two options.
Wendle looked at the passengers in the second-class carriage, thought for a few seconds, picked up his suitcase, and walked out of the train.
He is not unacceptable for the hard and abnormal sleeping environment. When he was an intelligence officer, he had suffered a lot. He only relied on professional literacy to judge. There is no single room in the hotel for the compartments where the personnel circulation is not enough.
Of course, he can also stay up all night, but this will inevitably affect his condition tomorrow, and obviously, there will be a long journey tomorrow.
Out of the Utopia station, Wendell got on the roadside rented carriage, facing the coachman:
"Go to the Municipal Plaza."
In Ruen Kingdom, there must be a church and at least one hotel near the municipal square.
"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" the coachman asked familiarly while letting the horse rotate quietly.
"Uh." Wendell, who is Sequence Seven Extraordinary, did not hide.
In his opinion, as long as he is in a town in the country, he can easily find a group of helpers by his own identity, and his strength is enough to support him to complete this matter.
"The best hotel in our utopia is'Red Boots', are you going there?" the driver asked in an ambiguous tone that all men knew.
If there is no mission, Wendell does not mind enjoying it, but now, he can only shake his head without hesitation:
"I want a quiet hotel."
"Okay..." The driver responded with a bit of disappointment, "Then go to the iris hotel, no one will harass you."
As the carriage moved forward, Wendell turned his eyes to the window and observed the situation outside.
Perhaps because of the torrential rain, people on the road are in a hurry, and even the newsboy can’t keep up.
"A very small city..." Wendell made a preliminary judgment from the lack of rail public carriage here.
He even saw one even without the trackless public carriage, which shows that most places in Utopia can be reached within a reasonable time by walking.
As expected, in less than ten minutes, rented carriage stopped at the door of the "Iris Flower" hotel.
Wendle paid the fare and hurried into the hotel before the rain fell.
LaLa La's voice immediately rang behind him.
Check in and put your luggage away. Wendell rest for a while, holding the confidential document, went to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner.
He cautiously ordered no alcoholic drinks and asked for a "bubble ice tea" that is said to be a local specialty, and served with a sliced pork chop with apple juice.
As an intelligence officer who has been in and out of high society, Wendell did not expect much from this dinner, but the results were somewhat unexpected:
The pork chop was fried tender and juicy, with a strong aroma, and the apple juice poured with a slightly sour taste, eliminating most of the greasy; bubble ice tea has a refreshing feeling, which is particularly delicious...
At checkout, Wendell nodded to the medium waiter:
"Thank the chef for me and let me have this wonderful dinner."
The ordinary-looking waiter smiled and replied:
"No problem.
"Across the Utopia, our "Iris" chefs are the best."
Wendel did not chat, and quickly returned to the room, making arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.
Next, he fell asleep and fell asleep without hesitation.
He is relatively safe, and the potential enemy thinks it is unsuitable to go to sleep during the period of time, and "out" the night.
Unknown for how long, Wendell was suddenly awakened by a fierce noise.
He glanced at the pocket watch and found it was not early in the morning.
Just in the next room... the voice of a woman... the voice of a man... Wendell sat up and listened carefully, discerning carefully.
At first, he suspected that the man and the woman were flirting, but later found out that it was too intense, and even a fragile item was thrown on the wall.
A quarrel triggered a fight? Wendell just whispered, and heard the shouts, curses, and screams of women.
Beating women? As a Ruen gentleman, although Wendell believes in Lord of Storms, he secretly discriminates against women, but this does not prevent him from thinking that men should not be rude to women.
After considering for two seconds, he decided to knock on the door in the past to remind the "neighbor" to pay attention.
At this moment, a scream came.
This is obviously from a male!
Bang, a heavy object fell on the floor.
Wendle's eyebrows moved slightly, and he could smell the criminal case sharply.
He stood up, put on his coat, and came to the next room, bent his fingers, and knocked twice.
Several seconds later, the door opened with a creak, and a beautiful lady with pupils lake green and long flax hair appeared in front of Wendell.
She has messy hair and a pale complexion, and the light green clothes are full of bright red blood, and she also carries a dagger with blood dripping down.
The young lady in her early twenties lips whizzed for a while, and then said in a dreamlike tone:
"I killed someone..."