Start with the Readers Chapter 295: Parties
Located in the Intis embassy in the west area of Backlund, Intis ambassador Bakerland Jean Madan, who had a thin face with a slight stubble on his face, unconsciously frowned as he looked at the information gathered at his hand .
Then, he rang the bell at the corner of the table and called the deacon who had been serving outside the study.
The one who opened the door and walked in was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman dressed meticulously. Bakerland looked at him and said in a very polite tone: "Mr. Cotton, please go and call Rosago over."
This deacon not only serves as the "steward" of the embassy, but also the protector of previous ambassadors, the chief military officer of the embassy, a Sequence 5 "astronomer"... and also has a relationship with the church of "Steam and Machinery" A certain connection.
"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency the Ambassador." Cotton saluted respectfully, with standard movements and elegant posture, without any flaws.
After Ke Dun went out, Bakerland let out a breath subconsciously. For some reason, he always felt that he was under a lot of pressure in front of this deacon... Coupled with the other party's rigid personality and complicated background, he did not care about him. Not very trustworthy, many shady jobs are entrusted to Rosago and his privately recruited intelligence personnel to do.
Fortunately, that deacon only strictly abides by his own duties, and doesn't care about other things.
After a while, Rosago, with black hair and blue eyes, handsome face and light beard, followed Coton into the office.
After Cotton saluted and voluntarily retreated and closed the office door, Bakerland handed a document to Rosago, saying: "That trash of Meursault failed and exposed our relationship with him I gave it to a detective...now MI9 has intervened...those simple plateau people are really unreliable!"
After carefully reviewing the information in his hand, Rosago immediately made a judgment: "Although Meursault has only become a 'hunter' not long ago, he is not something that ordinary people can easily kill... That detective is probably a Extraordinary, has a certain ability in frontal combat...and is good at 'psychic'...but he is unlikely to be a mid-sequence, after all, according to the investigation of the police, he should be lucky to win."
"I'm not interested in knowing the information about a little detective...I just want to know the whereabouts of that kid named Ian!" Bakerland said here, poured a glass of Ormere wine, and took a sip After that, he continued, "You don't have to worry about the deacon of the Church of Storms who is chasing you, I will let the 'Shadow' temporarily distract him."
Rosago, who was slightly hesitant at first, immediately relaxed when he heard the words, nodded and said: "I will get the exact news by Monday at the latest."
"Very good!" Bakerland nodded in satisfaction, then took out a whole bottle of Ormir from the wine cabinet and handed it to Rosago, and said with a smile, "Scent Fragrance Manor was produced in 1286, and the price exceeds 400 pounds. I know you have been thinking about this, so I gave it to you."
"Thank you." Rosago's blue eyes flashed with surprise.
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On Sunday night, Klein came to the "Brave" bar on Iron Gate Street according to the address given by Ian Wright before, and found Kaspers in the billiard room.
"Introduced by the 'old man'?" Kaspers, who had a big nose and was wearing a linen shirt, looked at Klein before saying in a deep voice after a while:
"Come with me."
The so-called "Old Man" is the code name of Detective Zreal. He is one of the Beyonders Kaspers knows, and he is barely a friend...
So Kaspers still trusts the people he introduced.
After that, Kaspers agreed to Klein's deal to buy a gun, and sold him a special revolver and 50 rounds of ammunition for 3 pounds 10 soli.
Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five bullets, stuffed the revolver into the underarm pouch he had bought earlier, then packed up the remaining bullets, looked up at Kaspers, and said in deliberation :
"If I want to hire a good bodyguard, who should I contact?
"Very powerful, the kind that surpasses the limits of human beings."
Kaspers rubbed his big red nose, his eyes turned cold, he took a deep look at Klein, and said:
"If you don't have any trouble, I suggest you hire a regular mercenary team or a well-known detective to protect you.
"Well, if there is no connection, I can introduce 'Hero Detective' Brian for you. I believe you have heard of his name...Of course, the introduction fee will be calculated separately."
A regular mercenary squad? It seems that you also know "Nighthawk", "Mechanical Heart" and "Punisher"? It's a pity that my situation is special, and it's too late to hide from them, but I dare not easily enter their sight...
As for "Detective Hero", isn't that Mr. "Tower"? I didn't expect Mr. "Tower"'s network to be so extensive, even in such a place, there are people who take the initiative to help him solicit clients...
Well, the strength of Mr. "Tower" is enough to protect me... But now how dare I arrange a famous detective who is "knowledgeable" and good at observation and reasoning? I'm afraid it won't take a few days, and the details will have to be cleaned up by him!
Besides, Mr. "Tower" has a good relationship with Ms. Daly, and he may have seen my photo. If he mentions that lady by the way, I'm afraid I will be thoroughly investigated by the church.
With a wry smile in his heart, Klein shook his head slightly at Kaspers, without further explanation.
Kaspers naturally understood what he meant, so after a few seconds of silence, he said in a deep voice: "In this case, I can ask other people for you, but there is no guarantee that someone will take this task."
This is a person who has acquaintances in both black and white... acquaintance with extraordinary people... you are indeed a gangster who can monopolize the underground business! Klein raised the corner of his mouth and said:
"Whatever the outcome, allow me to express my thanks in advance."
A moment later, led by Caspers, Klein entered a dimly lit card room, and saw Maric who was playing cards with a dozen living corpses.
After Klein clarified his general situation, Maric, who was slightly mad with malice in his eyes, froze in place, as if he had turned into a plaster statue.
After nearly a minute, he said slowly: "You go out."
Huh? Klein didn't react right away, and he didn't realize that the deal hadn't been reached until the other party turned around and walked towards the card table.
You dragged a group of living corpses to play cards in the room, and you acted like a high-ranking and powerful person, but you were scared away like this? You are obviously a little crazy...
After a few words of internal defamation, Klein finally left the card room helplessly. After learning about the gathering of Beyonders from Kaspers, he decided to come back tomorrow night.
After returning to the rented house at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein didn't waste charcoal, and went directly into the bedroom, drawing the curtains to isolate the room from the outside world.
In order to delay the possible attack from the ambassador as much as possible and buy himself time, he wrote down the divination information about "Ian Wright" on a piece of paper:
"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. After discovering Zreal's body, I have never seen him again. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright once appeared in The telegraph office on White Rum Street."
After finishing writing, Klein didn't fold and put away the paper, nor did he use spirituality to ignite it, but let it spread out on the desk, wantonly displaying its own content.
After staring deeply, Klein returned to the bed. However, he did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he quietly glanced at the perfect and bright red moon outside the window. Miss Fors extended a helping hand.
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At the same time, Abner simulated early on that "psychological invisibility" was hidden in the rented house of Xio and Forsi.
Seeing the full moon appearing outside the window, he quietly "opened the door" and entered Forsi's bedroom.
Immediately afterwards, he witnessed Forsi sitting up from the bed suddenly, stretching out her hands, pressing her ears on both sides, rolling on the bed continuously, as if she was fighting against the illusory ravings.
Drops of sweat were dripping from her forehead, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging.
Her body sometimes tensed up, sometimes rolling, rolling from the bed to the ground, and from the ground to the edge of the bed... The light blue eyes that originally had a sense of playfulness and laziness were full of pain.
Just when Abner couldn't bear to continue watching, and was about to show up and guide her to read the name of "The Fool", Fors finally stopped.
She let go of her hands, saw the handfuls of curly brown hair, and laughed weakly at herself:
"Abner is right. After using that bracelet, the 'babbling' has become more and more serious... The only good news is that at least I don't have to worry about losing all my hair... because I'm afraid I won't be able to sustain it at all. Not until then."
Then, she could no longer restrain the weakness buried deep in her heart, she sat with her knees hugged under the window, dazed, sometimes hesitant, sometimes fearful.
Abner, who was hiding in the dark, sighed, but he had no plans to show up again. He felt that Fors would definitely not want to expose such a side of himself to people he was familiar with.
Besides, even if she was told that "The Fool" could help her at this time, she would definitely have doubts in her heart rather than trust... Let's wait until the next time she can't hold on before guiding her... so as not to be self-defeating.
With this in mind, Abner quietly exited Forsi's bedroom, and prayed to Mister Fool in a low voice, asking him to tell Xio, who was on a mission, that Forsi had passed the difficulty.
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Outside the house at No. 15 Minsk Street, I tasted Almir~IndoMTL.com~ Rosago, who was passing by this block disguised as a drunk, manipulated a slender, iron-black nematode to drill through the crack of the door Entered Klein's bedroom.
Its movement is very stiff, it seems to be disassembled into slow motion frame by frame, which has a weird taste.
The iron-black nematode squirmed to the front of the desk, climbed to the top, and stopped in front of the paper on which Ian Wright's information was written. The tail supports the body.
At this moment, it looks like a human being!
After inspecting for a while, the iron-black nematode pushed the paper to turn, and then returned to the original path, disappearing.
Outside the house, the corners of Rosago's mouth slightly curled up, as he "staggered" but didn't have the slightest intention of stopping. He was satisfied with the understanding of the little detective in the house.
At the same time, his eyes glanced covertly at some nearby unobserved locations where MI9 watchers were hiding.
They hid it well, but in Rosago's eyes, their "spiritual thread" was so conspicuous.
"Hey, if my 'Hypnotist' secret puppet hadn't been caught by the deacon of the Church of Storms, there would be no need for such troublesome 'pretending to pass by'..."
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