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Because "Golden Cod Snake" Odell is not a pirate, it is difficult to say clearly about his various rumors. Klein took back the look of the stairway, went to the bar, found a position to sit down, tapped the deskwalk. :

"A cup of Zarha."

This is the local malt beer, which is much cheaper than the Nanwei beer that needs to be shipped from the Northland.

"3 pence." The bartender also recovered from a quiet state and picked up a flipped cup.

Everyone in the bar began to whisper, and under the guise of a gas wall lamp, he talked about the reason why the "silver snake" Odell bought ten tickets.

"He must have been tracked. There are ten tickets for three ships. It is for the trackers to find out which one they will be on!" A gang member with a tattoo on his sleeve arm has two escapes. Published comments.

An adventurer drinking a strong singer laughs:

"You don't know Odell. If his plan is so simple, then he won't have the nickname "Silver Coin".

"I bet they won't be on any of the passenger ships represented by the ten tickets!

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are going to Port Pritz."

Another adventurer screamed and shook his head:

"Maybe the information to Pritzport is also fake."

The former gang members listened at a glance and said nothing:

"According to your description, Odell probably already thought of what you thought of, so he just wanted to go to Port of Pritz, that is to go to one of the three ships!"

The two adventurers, Zhangkou, wanted to refute, but they thought about it carefully. They felt that there was no small possibility, and they could not speak for a while.

This made the gang member very happy and drank the remaining spirits.

Klein held a cup of Zarha, boring and listening to a small mouth to drink, waiting for the fake identification and the ticket back.

"It takes three quarters of an hour, I hope there is no accident, don't let the bar be confused..." He silently prayed and painted a red moon in his heart.

The pale yellow beer was slowed down at a slower speed, and Klein looked at the wall clock from time to time, and sometimes looked at the doorway, hoping that time passed faster.

After more than half an hour passed, the bar door suddenly opened and the night wind outside came in.

No... Klein’s mouth twitched, resisting the urge to smile, turning his head and looking to the place where the sound was coming.

There were five people at the door. The first one was black and brown, with a deep face and a hard line. It was very Lun, and he was about forty years old.

His expression was cold and majestic, making the bar unconscious and quiet.

And behind him, three men and a woman are dressed in trench coats, holding the revolver without any disguise. It seems that as long as there is a little abnormality, they will aim at the shot instantly.

I don't know, not in any wanted order, there is no bounty... Klein swears and keeps the audience's posture.

The five intruders suddenly dispersed, and each came to a different alcoholic, slightly bent over and looked at them, and asked:

"Where is the 'silver coin snake' Odell?"

The alcoholic were hesitant to answer, and they saw the black and faint muzzle aimed at themselves. The handle made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty under the light.

"He, they went to the second floor!" The alcoholic who was asked was pointing at the stairs almost simultaneously.

Someone is really tracking Odell. Is this what I want to do with the "mysterious queen" or the "silver coin snake"? Or, because of the mysterious man wearing a hood and eating candy next to him? Klein took another beer and watched the intruders split four to the second floor, leaving the remaining one in place and continuing to ask.

Soon, the latter mastered the situation that Oder bought Denier to buy a ticket, and immediately went to the black-skinned black market businessman, Shen Sheng asked:

“Frankly tell me, where did Odell buy the ticket?”

Denil didn't take advantage of his own network and squeezed his smile:

"He did not explicitly say that the request is ten, belonging to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is Port Pritz."

“Really?” The inquirer is a radical man in his twenties.

Denil whispered:

"You can ask everyone here, they have heard it."

"Shit!" The man angrily pushed Denier and turned to other alcoholic.

Denil stood unsteadily, squatting back, seeing it fall, the back of the head hitting the edge of a small round table, and then feeling the strength of the shoulder position, the body suddenly restored balance.

He subconsciously looked around and saw the guest who had just signed the fake identity certificate and bought the black ticket.

"Thank you, this **** military dog ​​walks!" Denier thanked him first, and whispered his teeth.

It was Klein who supported him. He didn't want to surprise the "ticket dealer". After all, he had paid 5 pounds in cash in advance.

Of course, it is his habit to use people who are affected by innocence.

The military is walking the dog? In Baiam, this description often means that the target is the person in the military situation... "Silver Coin" Odell What did this do? Klein silently, excluding the possibility of someone targeting the "mysterious queen."

Because for the Lun military, this does not make any sense.

When his thoughts turned, the members of the 9th Military Intelligence Department who went to the second floor hurried down the stairs, and went straight to the door, while talking to their companions:

"I have already jumped out of the window!"

The group was in a hurry and went in a hurry. The bar quickly recovered from the noise, and only the door that was still slightly shaken showed the lack of calm.

Klein finally waited for the fake identification and black ticket, no longer worried about being interrupted by accident.

After paying the remaining £15 in cash, he left the seaweed bar and returned to the regular hotel where he was rented.

"John Yord... This name is too easy. Before returning to Beckland, you have to get a more authentic identification." Klein flipped through a series of identification documents and threw them away. Into the suitcase.

He took a shower, relaxed, and prepared to leave Baiam tomorrow to start the last voyage of the "travel".

Just then, he heard a loud knock on the door.

Who? Klein was busy taking off his bathrobe, putting on his clothes and pants and walking to the door.

Outside are a few policemen in black uniforms, one looks like a Lun, the rest is not a mixed-race, it is a pure indigenous.

"Is there anything?" Klein asked with doubt.

"Please show your proof of identity." A mixed-race child said politely, because the opposite gentleman seems to be a Lun.

Fortunately, I just had a copy, or else I have to go to the police station tonight, or run on the spot, change the look, come back again... Klein returned to the room and took out the identification.

The headed Lun police officer turned over and turned freely:

"Mr. Yorde, are you living alone here?"

"Yes, everyone at the hotel can prove it," Klein replied calmly.

The Lun police officer showed a little smile:

"Have you seen this person?"

He said that the police officer next to him opened a portrait with an unusually thin body and a white and messy old man. Apart from these, there was no obvious feature.

"No." Klein shook his head.

"He likes to eat candy very much," Luen police officer added.

"Candy..." Klein suddenly remembered the mysterious man with a hood around "Golden Snake" Odell, who had been eating brown candy for a short interval.

After considering it, Klein did not conceal:

"Maybe I saw that when I was at the seaweed bar, I saw a person who loves to eat candy and beside the ‘silver venomous snake’ Oder.”

The Lun police officer did not disguise his disappointment. He simply thanked him and ended his inquiry.

When they knocked on other rooms, Klein closed the wooden door and returned to the easy chair.

"Odell's affairs not only led to the military's nine places, but also let the Governor's Office arrange the manpower to carry out the city's major investigations, not simple..." He whispered two words and decided to go over the fog and browse the "Poseidon Scepter" "The prayer light around us, looking for more information from the prayers of many believers in Bayam, lest they be caught up in the big whirlpool because of the wrong response.

Entering the bathroom and coming over the fog, Klein waved the white bone scepter around the unclear spot and flew out of the debris pile.

Looking at the past one by one, he can only confirm that the questioning was not a small matter. The goal is Odell and the mysterious person, but he can't know more.

After thinking about it, he turned his gaze to a spot that was specially marked by the divinity.

It belonged to a mixed-race policeman named Braa. He claimed to be a "Poseidon". He humiliated and changed his letter to "The Lord of the Storm", only to climb higher in the police station.

He is now a superintendent!

Then, Klein cast the will of "Poseidon" into the corresponding light spot.

Braa, who was working on a subordinate's work at the police station, suddenly came out with a cold sweat and was busy finding an excuse to enter the bathroom and whispered:

"The leader of the sea and the spiritual world, the great Cavitowan, your followers report to you.

"The key person to look for tonight is a very thin old man. His hair has turned white, but it is still very dense. It is very messy. He is very afraid of cold. He also wears thick clothes in Baiam. He likes to eat. Sugar, just like a steam engine itself, candy is like high quality coal. The above means to find him but not hurt him."

Klein no longer cares about Brah, pulls his thoughts back, and taps the edge of the long table with his fingers:

"This description gives me a sense of familiarity compared to portraits.

"It seems to have heard of it..."

For the "divination family", having a sense of familiarity means clues, so Klein writes divination statements and begins to ask about his spirituality.

He meditated on the statement, leaning against the back of the chair, taking meditation as a pedal and entering a sleep.

In the dark dream world, Klein found himself back to Beckland and returned to the 15th Minsk Street that he had rented.

In front of him is Ian, who has bright red eyes. The big boy raised his head:

"Turanny von Hermosius, the greatest scientist after Russell, mathematician, mechanics, the father of the second generation of differential machines."

Between Horan, Klein woke up and understood who the military is looking for!

They are looking for a third-generation difference machine manuscript that will allow the Lun Army and the Intis spy organization to compete fiercely and kill a lot of big scientists!

They are looking for mysterious creatures who have been mysteriously missing for many years!

It’s no wonder that the "blood-on-the-go" intelligence officer, Old Quinn, will have an advanced radio station that is more advanced than Beckland! Klein was amazed.

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