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At 10 o'clock in the evening, Becklander started a pattering rain, and the thin mist of water gave the radiance of the gas street lamp a sly beauty.

Essinger Stanton's assistant Bowen patrolled the bottom layer and walked to the belly window, ready to close the last window.

Just then, a black shadow came in and steadily landed on the protruding wall.

This is actually a blue short-haired stray cat!

Bowen saw each other's big, round yellow eyes looking at himself, could not help but laughed:

"There is no food here."

Because the detective work is easy to attract revenge, and there are many secrets that need to be hidden, the chefs and servants of Essinger Stanton’s family are hourly workers, only a few hours a day, not once prepared too. More food, which makes it difficult for them to survive after dinner.

The blue short-haired cat opened his mouth, but did not make a squeaking voice, but spoke like a human:

"I am Sherlock. Moriarty, I want to see Mr. Essinger Stanton.

"..." Although the blog post is an extraordinary person cultivated by the church of knowledge and wisdom, the sequence itself is not too high, and the knowledge is not too much. This is the first time that a cat has been talked about. Lost.

After a few seconds, he recovered to be awake, recalling the words of the blue shorthair cat:

It said...it said it was Sherlock. Moriarty?

This big detective is really not easy!

He can turn into a cat, no, control a cat!

This ability is really strange and shocking!

The blog post quickly calmed down, did not directly answer the blue shorthair cat, and reached out to close the glass window.

After doing all this, he pressed down the voice:

"follow me."

The blue shorthair cat immediately jumped down the platform behind the belly window, and the tail tilted up and walked abruptly behind the Bowen side, followed him all the way to the second floor, watching him ring the Essinger Stanton bedroom. Door.

“Is there anything?” asked Essinger, who was wearing a light striped pajamas, to open the door.

He is enjoying tobacco before going to bed.

The blog post cautiously pointed to the blue short-haired cat road beside him:

"Sherlock. Moriarty is looking for you."

Two freckled white faces, thin Essinger's eyebrows slightly lifted, looked down and looked back, letting the blue shorthair sway into his bedroom.

"You go back to the room to sleep, get up on time tomorrow, we still have cases waiting to be traced." Essinger told the blog post as if nothing had happened.

When the assistant left, he closed the door and turned to look at the blue shorthair cat lying next to the easy chair. He chuckled:

"I didn't expect you to have this extraordinary ability, I am worried that you will come directly."

"I noticed the exclamation mark." The blue shorthair cat smiled.

I have to say that this expression on the face of a cat is quite unconventional, and it will give the witnesses a feeling of chilling hair.

Essinger did not react abnormally to this, took a pipe, sat down on the easy chair, and enjoyed the gas slowly, saying with a smile:

"I believe in your wisdom."

"Thank you for your compliment." The blue short-haired cat politely extended his claws and performed a gift.

Essinger stared at it and rubbed his pipe and smiled and said:

"You should already understand what happened.

"Although the group did not dare to monitor it very strictly, afraid of being discovered by me, telling the Church of the Night and the Steam Church, hehe, once they are exposed, there will be no small trouble, but I believe that there must be a half **** among them. This is both reasoning and some feedback telling me that after all, I have lived in this street for many years.

"So, humans and animals entering my house will not be blocked. You have already thought of this. When you leave, you will be followed by trailing. Do you have any way to get rid of them? Um... the amount of that money and Quite a lot, holding them out will be very conspicuous.

"Let me think about it, you are planning to communicate with me, let me deposit the money into the designated bank account, and then you will find a lot of people, in different places outside Beckland, in batches and simultaneously extract? ”

Having said that, Essinger laughed and laughed at himself:

"This is the best way I can think of, but the operation will be very troublesome."

The blue shorthair did not make a positive answer, and smiled low:

"I only need you to borrow an unmanned room and three candles for me."

"No problem." Essinger Stanton did not ask, but said, "The price of this share transfer is 12,000 pounds. The buyer is the daughter of Hall Earl, Audrey, um, hired a lawyer and The accounting team and advertising totaled 600 pounds. In addition, 0.5% stamp duty and 20% Class D income tax were paid, leaving 8940 pounds."

Class D tax refers to income tax on income from business, finance and special industries.

I have to pay taxes... I won’t have more than 2,000 pounds... The expression of the blue shorthair is a bit sluggish.

Klein used to be a night servant. His salary was not subject to personal income tax. Later, he was a private detective. His income was difficult to be supervised, so he never took the initiative to file tax returns. Later, he became an adventurer because there was a discount on the bounty for pirates. There is no awareness of this aspect. Therefore, even if Essinger Stanton mentioned the issue of taxation last time, he did not pay attention to it. He did not think that there would be much. As a result, he gave him a realistic reality. Baton.

As for why the last equity transaction was not taxed, it was because the Lun government encouraged initial investment in inventions and had corresponding reductions.

After a short silence, the blue shorthair's beard moved two times:

"Okay, give me the cash, the amount, and move to the unmanned room.

"There is no problem with cash?"

"I have already checked, they will not do small things in this regard, this is an insult to my IQ." Essinger got up with a pipe, "I remember to give me a signed confirmation letter, mail it over. ""

"It's already on the road." The blue shorthair cat responded with readiness.

Essinger then walked to the safe in the master bedroom, opened it with a password and key, then pulled out a stack of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.

Then, with these briefcases, he left the master bedroom and entered the diagonally opposite guest bedroom.

"You count." Essinger put down the briefcases filled with cash and said to the blue shorthairs that followed.

"I believe in you." The blue shorthair looked a few times.

Essinger nodded and pointed to the next cabinet:

"There is a candle inside."

After he finished, he retreated to the door and pulled the handle. He said with a smile:

"I am really curious how you will leave... I think this will be a wonderful ‘magic’.”

With a click, Essinger Stanton closed the door and made the guest bedroom quiet and deserted.

Next to the blue shorthair, a figure wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat quickly emerged. It was Klein’s secret mate, “Resentment” Senol.

He flipped out the candle and quickly arranged a simple altar, omitting all the front links, and whispering directly with the Elvish:

"The leader of the sea and the spiritual world, the protector of the Rothde Islands, the dominator of the sea creatures, the master of the tsunami and storm, the great Cavitowan.

"Your faithful servant prays for your gaze;

"Pray that you will accept his dedication;

"Pray for you to open the door to the kingdom."

The wind in the wall of spirituality became fierce, and Senigal quickly cut the skin of his hands with his nails and pulled out a drop of blood.

As the "hate" of Sequence 5, everything in him is equal to the material that is rich in spirituality!

The wind blew away the blood and poured the candle that symbolizes the "Poseidon" Cavitewa, letting it expand and turn into an illusory door full of magic signs and symbols.

After ten seconds, the door made a heavy screaming sound, slowly opening a little.

Seny's spins the briefcases that were about to be loaded with cash, and they were thrown into the illusory door.

When there was no more left, a gold coin contained in his body flew out and fell to the altar.

The figure of the "resent" disappeared and projected into the smooth part of the gold coin.

The gold coins swayed and flew, followed the front of the briefcase and entered the door of the illusory sacrifice.

Silently, the mysterious door closed, and the three candlelights returned to normal.

At this point, the blue short-haired cat seemed to have recovered his self, and looked left and right, staring at the sound.

After a while, Essinger opened the door and found that the briefcases with the banknotes were all gone, leaving only three candles to burn quietly, leaving only the blue short-haired cat bowing his back with vigilance.

When he was watching this scene deeply, the mouth of the other side of the street, a van rental carriage drove slowly and slowly.

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

The same night, in a building in the Jowood area.

With a sparse drizzle, I returned to my home and rubbed my hair with a towel.

"Your letter has been sent out."

Fols "hhh" snorted and secretly guessed when the teacher could reply.

At this time, put down the towel and casually said:

"Mr. X’s party has a message, or the place before, Friday night."

Very good, you can tell Mr. "World"! I don't know how much I need to pay... Fols hears my eyes bright.

She hasn't had time to ask for details, Hugh has added:

"Mr. X also gave a reward for the task that is said to be very generous, um, telling someone who knows his luck is not normal."

"Is the luck of the people?" Fols whispered, "The gentleman's brain has a problem? Who will reveal the situation around him in such a party? It is easy to be discovered by a real identity."

"Who knows? Maybe it's a madman." Hugh didn't know people with bad luck, so he didn't care to respond.

Forsy thought for a while, still did not understand the true intention of this task, can only be thrown behind his head, ready to take a shower, pray to the "fool", the corresponding information is passed to the "world "German Sparo.