Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 88: Two trances

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Who? As a "Officer", Quinn has a keen instinct in monitoring and being monitored. Immediately, his heart tightened, his thoughts turned, and he thought about what happened.

Since the last two or three weeks, she has not encountered anything that needs special attention. The several prisoners she caught did not belong to Extraordinary. At most, she had some contact with a gangster. No one would offend them for eastern district. The small and famous bounty hunter, so she quickly narrowed the target range, vaguely guessing which force the person staring at herself secretly belongs to.

Members of Aurora Union? I did n’t go to the party of Mr. X last time, but there was an accident there. The scene is said to be very amazing ... MI9 people told me that Mr. X was killed on the spot and took away the body, and Assassin has the power of half God level ... Aurora Union Who is doing this investigation? Everyone who receives a party invitation is their goal? Although Quinn is sometimes frivolous and careless, and has a relatively straightforward way of thinking, it has a strong intuition in similar fields and can always think of key points.

On the matter of Mr. X being killed, on the one hand, she was fortunate that she was taken away by Forsi, did not go to the party, escaped the accident, on the one hand, she thought that she had no problems, and could withstand any investigation by anyone. So, when she met with the mask man of MI9 last week, she was confident and took over the task of investigating the truth of the case. Unfortunately, she did not know exactly which other Extraordinary attended the party and could not start.

Well, the gentleman of MI9 told me that the people of Aurora Union were either lunatics already morbid or latent lunatics. They cannot use normal people ’s logic to speculate their behavior. Even if they confirm my no problem, they may kill I, to vent my anger and warn the real murderer ... Quinn spirit walked forward with a high degree of tension, re-planned the route of my activities in eastern district.

On this route, she can always get help from her friends. If she is attacked, she will have a lot of opportunities to escape or fight back.

Walking while walking, Quinn suddenly lost his spirit, and found himself somehow returning to his residence at Chowod District.

Quinn entered blankly, drank a glass of water, and was photographed on the shoulder by Forsi:

"Take me to eastern district."

Quinn froze for two seconds, saying something that he felt was familiar with:

"You, going out to get materials?"

Forsi immediately rejected this statement, indicating that he had taken a task to help people find the dust of legacy after the ghost disappeared, and the spirits of the dead in the cemetery had been purified and sent to their God country Can go to eastern district to find.

Quinn hesitated:

"I am preparing to attend the party convened by Mr. X, can't you postpone your affairs by one day?"

Forsi immediately went to face, saying that he was too late and the task was about to end.

Quinn sighed and promised to accompany her friend to eastern district to find those who have just died or have not been found for a while.

The two were just about to go out. Quinn was blown into the face by the outside wind, shuddered, and suddenly woke up, saw a bard sitting on the street corner, playing the lyre, singing the popular ballads of the southern countryside.

Quinn frowned slightly, raised his hand and rubbed forehead. He always felt a little lost, but could not remember what he was thinking about.

She continued to maintain a high degree of alert, and along the scheduled route, she entered a bar that sold lunch at home, and met a eastern district resident who occasionally gave her information.

This is a 20-year-old 3-4 young man with very thin eyebrows and brown hair on his shoulders. The facial features are not rugged, and he wears cheap cosmetics.

"Sherman, has anything happened in these days?" Quinn greeted.

According to her understanding, this young man named Sherman always thinks that she should be a woman, but fate made him a bad joke, making him a man, which made him suffer for the past many years. Very serious discrimination.

Sherman smiled with slightly exposed teeth:

"Very calm, no men asked me to drink."

"Drinking is not good." Quinn warned seriously, crossing the other side and walking towards the bar.

Sherman took a sip and walked out of the gate with his waist shaking, all the way to the apartment he rented.

He stayed at the door for tens of seconds, took two steps, and knocked on the door next door.

The wooden door opened with a squeak, and a low but hard to hide sweet female voice came out:

"Have you made a decision?"

Sherman stepped inside, closed the door with his backhand, and looked at the girl in a black dress sitting by the bed:

"I still don't believe it, I don't believe there will be such a magical thing."

In his eyes, the girl ’s face was slightly round, her temperament was gentle, her appearance was not only sweet, but also a different taste, very charming and charming.

Of course, for Sherman, he is more envious than obsessed.

The girl in a black dress responded with no expression:

"Do n’t you already see my previous photos?"

When she squints, she will unconsciously bring melancholy.

"But that may be your twin brother or brother, I can't believe there is really a way to make me a woman ..." Sherman said not so firmly.

The black skirt girl smiled without a smile:

"Then you can treat this matter as fake, you can go back."

Sherman clenched his hands a little bit, and was silent for a long time:

"I, I am willing to give it a try. Although I know you are probably lied to me, I still want to give it a try.

"So, what price will I pay?"

"Follow my orders, help me do something, rest assured, it must be something you can do." The girl in a black dress said, "To really change your gender, you need to take three pills and complete some ritual Things I will teach you. "

Speaking of this, she laughed self-deprecatingly:

"You can consider your female name."

…………

At night, in the Beckland bridge district domain, in a small alley of Iron Gate Street.

The Quinn stood under the gas street lamp, which was broken by somebody, and remembered this afternoon.

After confirming that she was no longer being tracked, she returned to Chowod District, secretly observed Forsi, and found that this friend had never been out, stayed at home as usual, spent a lot of time reading novels, newspapers and magazines, and pulled She spent almost an hour in the curtain room and seemed to be proficient in her extraordinary ability. Until she had nothing else to do, she turned out the paper, wrote the beginning of the new book for a quarter of an hour, and then tore it off and kneaded it into a ball. It was thrown into the trash can.

She also smoked too much ... drinked too much ... Quinn secretly bit her lower teeth and saw a man in a black formal dress coming out of the shadow of the other end of the alley.

The man is tall and tall, with a mask made of gold on his face, exposing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks. It was the MI9 who was in contact with Quinn.

"What is urgent?" he asked directly.

Although Quinn is short, he said without losing momentum:

"I was followed in eastern district and suspected to be Aurora Union. They seem to be checking the last party."

The original topic for Quinn was a person whom the other party had requested to find. She intended to make this emergency meeting request normal with clues that are not guaranteed to be true. Now, she has a better and more appropriate excuse for Aurora Union.

"That's the case with the lunatics of Aurora Union. Although they know that we are also looking at this matter and looking for them, they will not flinch. If they are not, they will not always be hit." The Golden Mask male laughed. Road, "honestly speaking, they didn't directly surround you, they took you to no one to ask or spiritism, I was surprised."

The people of Quinn was just about to reply Aurora Union did n’t follow for too long, and suddenly thought of the trance that made them difficult to relieve, so he made a casual mention:

"I do n’t know what happened to me. In such a short period of time, I seem to be a little confused and ca n’t remember what I was thinking."

The male with the golden mask was silent for a moment, and it took more than ten seconds to say:

"The follow-up investigation of you should be over ... Aurora Union attaches more importance to this matter than I imagined, I will report it up.

"Um ... you said before that there are quite a few Extraordinary who have received invitations but have not attended the party?"

Quinn nodded:

"No more than one-third of the people invited to the party each time.

"This is the normal state of most parties, and Mr. X is no exception."

The golden mask man thought for a while, and then asked:

"Did you find a clue last time?"

"The one originally named Triss?" Quinn shook his head when he saw the other party nodding, "Not yet, she should be a veteran."

Golden mask man suddenly laughed:

"She killed more people than you completed the bounty task. If there is a clue, try not to get close. She is very dangerous."

Quinn un'ed, step into the topic:

"Are there any new orders this time?"

"Why did you suddenly become active?" The Golden Mask man asked slightly surprised.

Quinn responded calmly:

"I ’m about to save enough credit for Interrogator magical medicine formula, I hope to get it soon."

"Actually, there is no need for this, you can directly exchange magical medicine, it will save a lot of merit." The gold mask male actually stood at the angle of Quinn.

I already have Extraordinary characteristics! Quinn shook his head and said:

"That will be a long time, maybe I can buy materials at other Extraordinary parties."

The Golden Mask man did not persuade him again, and said with a half sigh:

"Then wish you good luck.

"This time there is a more complicated commission, if you can complete it, the merits should be enough."

Quinn suppressed the joy, and asked:

"What task?"

The male in the golden mask said a little weirdly:

"Pay attention to the people contacted by Viscount Staford and include each one in the report and submit it to me.

“You do n’t need you to monitor frequently. When you are free or passing by, pay attention to it. Believe me, this task is not only done by you. As long as you can submit a valuable report in a week, you can get a certain amount of Merit, every week. "

Viscount Staford ... Quinn was suddenly in a trance, and this time in a trance, she knew why.

This Viscount is the court Royal Guard Commander and was the deputy of her father!

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