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"No, we don't..." Kline's rebuttal words are still in the future, and Banson interrupted with a smile: "Although Elizabeth's age is really small, although her family situation is much better than us, but I think you are quite suitable, but you may have to wait a few years. She is studying in public school. The goal is to enter the university. It is at least six or seven years after marriage. Of course, you can get engaged first."

... don't think about it for such a long time... Klein took a breath:

"I don't like Elizabeth, um, it's accurate to say that I don't like girls who are much younger than me. I like to be mature."

In fact, within a reasonable range, I can accept it, but not now... He reluctantly added a sentence to his heart.

“Like maturity?” Melissa frowned. “Then you have to solve the marriage problem as soon as possible.”

what? Klein really couldn't understand the idea of ​​her sister's jumping, and she asked:

"why?"

Melissa explained very seriously: "When you have enough money for your future marriage, you are almost twenty-five years old. The girl who is a little older than you is either married or already engaged. Do you want to pursue a widow?"

What is this with? Klein is back in his heart and swears back in Chinese.

Benson smiled and refuted his sister:

"Melissa, you don't understand, in today's middle class, it's not uncommon for a 30-year-old woman who is not married or engaged. They are mainly goddess believers, most of whom have the ability to make themselves good, prefer Single, I don’t want to accept an unsatisfactory marriage. I saw it in the Family magazine."

"Is it?" Melissa is only a sixteen-year-old girl, and she doesn't know much about similar things.

Seeing my brother and sister chatting more and more interested, Klein coughed a bit:

"I am a bit more mature, referring to the state of mind. It is not necessary to be older than me, and it is Banson who is more worried about marriage."

Sorry, my brother, I am also forced to do so... He silently apologized in his heart.

"..." Melissa snorted and then focused on "Yes!"

Originally, I wanted to talk about the marital problem of the middle class. Banson suddenly shuddered and looked at his sister.

"I am in the turning point of my life. I must put all my energy into study. When I have a satisfactory job and a certain savings, I will have the confidence to pursue my favorite lady and give her a good life."

Klein and Melissa first glimpse, and immediately blurted out:

"Do you have a favorite lady?"

Just being casually perfunctory, Benson was shocked and hurriedly shook his head:

"No!"

"I am just giving an example!"

............

Beckland, Hilston District, a slightly dark and sullen house.

In front of the fireplace without ignition, a middle-aged man with two white flowers took a dark pipe and sat in a rocking chair, looking at the visitors in the sofa area.

He is the owner here, Essinger Stanton, a very famous private detective in the small circle, but he did not open a firm, just asked an assistant to help.

Essinger, wearing a white shirt and black vest, put the pipe to his mouth, took a sip of intoxication and slowly spit out:

"The half-hour consultation fee is 1 pound. If I were you, I would definitely not waste a second."

The two ladies in the sofa area are Voss Wall and Hugh Dilcha. They collected the information of the "Hurricane Lieutenant" Kiringes, and planned to ask the big detectives who are good at deductive methods to help summarize the behavior of the target. law.

Of course, they have hidden the name of the Kiringes and changed the description of the extraordinary content.

Looking at the face is thin, angular, blue and dark Essinger, Hugh Dilcha handed the paper bag to the other's assistant, a pair of glasses, temperament and chic young man.

"Mr. Detective, I hope that you can find out the behavior of the target in Beckland from the information."

Although he is not tall, when Hugh Dilcha sat straight and sat down, the majesty still made people want to obey.

Essinger glanced at her deeply, took the file bag from the assistant, untied the entanglement, and pulled out the information inside.

He put down the pipe and focused on reading it, one by one, without missing.

Ten minutes later, the two white gentlemen slowly tapped the handrails:

"The goal is paranoid about the wind... then, in the 'dust capital' Beckland, he certainly will not choose a long-term residence in a heavily polluted area, that is, he may live in Queens, West End, Hills District, Jowood, or the outskirts of the North..."

"The goal is a serial killer with mental illness. Every other day, it is necessary to murder a living person... It is reasonable to target the homeless tramp. In Beckland, even the police can’t figure out exactly. How many tramps..."

“The area where the target resides is not too close to the east of the tramp, the Beckland Bridge, etc. It will not be too close, and it will not be too far... Frequently looking for victims around is an immature performance, which is inconsistent with your description... ...and if it takes a long time to find the person you want to murder, the goal may not control your own desires and commit crimes when it is easy to expose..."

“The goal is a senior sailor with a very good ability to perform underwater activities... A reasonable inference is that the place where he lives is not too far from the river, and if he encounters an accident, it will be his best choice to escape safely...”

......

“In summary, we can outline the scope of the target. He lives not far from the Beckland Bridge area, considering the banks of the Tsock River in the West and Jowood...”

......

"The information you give can only be inferred from this content."

Although I didn’t understand it very well, it seemed to make sense... Hugh and Fols looked at each other, Zheng focused on it, took back the information, and got up and said goodbye.

Looking at the assistant to send the two ladies out of the back, two white flowers Essinger pulled out a brass jewelry from the vest pocket, it is a pocket-sized, spread book, the center of the book has a vertical s eyes.

Essinger swayed the rocking chair and snorted and said to himself:

"Qilingers sneaked into Beckland?"

............

Port of Pritz, a basement.

"Inverted man" Alger sat in a chair, coldly looking at the man who was struggling in front of him.

The man was dressed as a sailor, his head was completely wrapped in a pale blue water film, and his face was red and purple.

His hands were constantly clutching on his face, but he could only pull a drop of liquid.

Finally, he couldn’t bear it and gave a signal of yield.

Alger’s mouth twitched and he patted his hand casually.

The pale blue water film immediately disintegrated, turned into a raindrop, and fell to the ground.

The man dressed by the sailor gasped and gasped, coughing and coughing to tear the heart and break the lungs.

When the other side calmed down, Alger leaned back and imitated the calm and calm tone of the fool:

"Tell me, the purpose of Zilingers to Beckland."

"He, he is trying to complete a commission, but I don't know exactly what it is." The pirate completely lost his will to resist, honestly and frankly replied, "I only know the benefits he might get, Qilinger Sri Lanka once proudly mentioned in front of us that if this time goes well, he will get an item that he has dreamed for for a long time, and the 'four kings' in the pirates will also become 'five kings'."

Things that have been dreaming for a long time? Alger frowned and fell into meditation.

............

On Monday morning, Klein still could not rest, and continued to follow the plan to check the houses with red chimneys in Tingen.

Unfortunately, this time, he still could not find the target.

He returned home at noon, heated up the leftovers last night, licked the oatmeal bread, and then added an hour of sleep.

By 2:40, Klein put down the books in his hands, sealed the bedroom with spirituality, and once again entered the mysterious space above the fog.

He casually sat on the bronze long table, did not control the frequency of the "sun" heartbeat, extended his right hand and gave a response in advance.

Inside the city of silver.

Dairik Berger was sweating on the driving range, stunned in front of him, saw heavy fog, and saw the "fool" sitting on the high back chair in the deep fog.

He was stunned first, then stopped moving and lowered his head.

When the "illusion" disappeared, he counted his own heartbeat, holding a silver-white straight sword and striding to the rest area.

After a thousand heartbeats, he has locked himself in a separate washroom.

Waiting for more than a dozen breaths, he saw the deep red light coming from the void, and drowning himself.

Above the fog, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, and the left tooth twitched twice, quietly turning on the vision.

He saw the depths of the etheric body of the "sun", the mottled color became pure, like the morning sun, so he smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Mr. Singer."

At the same time, he also found that the star behind the high back chair quickly moved and reorganized into a symbol of the sun.

Without my thoughts, it naturally changes, just like conditioned reflexes... Well, except for palaces, long tables and chairs, other things that are out of the way can't be saved after I leave here... they are very special . . . There are so many secrets above the fog... Klein looked thoughtfully at everything in front of him.

Dairik lowered his head again and replied in a restrained and humble way:

“It’s all from your help, it’s just the beginning.”

He was not surprised that the fool could see that he had taken the potion.

At this time, Klein took out the silver pocket watch and glanced at it. He chuckled:

"Then let's get together, remember, then it's probably this frequency, um, or interval."

While speaking, he established a connection with the deep red stars that symbolize “justice” and “downside down” and brought the two members back into the grand palace like the giant residence.

Audrey just saw the scene in front of him and immediately greeted him with a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, I have a page of Russell's diary here."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, have you got the ‘reader’ formula?”

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