Mystery: Start with the Reader

Iron Gate Street, a card room in the Bar of the Brave.

Maric, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, looked at Miss Sharron who suddenly stepped out of the mirror. He waved his hand to let a group of living corpses under his control guard the door, and then grabbed the slightly messy Hair, asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Are you really going to take on the task of protecting that kid? Although 1,000 pounds is a lot, compared to the danger he may encounter, it is really not much... You are not the person who takes such a task because of lack of money."

Sharon, with light blonde hair and a long black court dress, replied concisely: "He's a detective."

"Detective..." Maric clasped his hands, repeated the word, and said after a few seconds, "In the 'prophecy' given by that lady, doesn't 'detective' refer to Detective Brian? At least Detective Stanton too... This kid is even just an ordinary person, how could he bring us opportunities?"

"It's not an ordinary person." After Miss Sharron said something calmly, she was silent for a moment, and then added, "I 'see' a certain danger."

"Even you are in danger?" Maric's eyes twitched, and he felt more and more that he was right in rejecting that kid's commission a few days ago. He frowned and asked again, "Are you sure he is that lady'prophecy'?" people in?"

"I'm not sure...but I have to try." Sharon with a delicate face replied frankly with no expression.

"Okay..." Maric is very confident in Sharon's strength, and doesn't think she will really be in danger. "However, he may not be able to raise such a large sum of money."

"He will." Miss Sharron looked at him quietly with her blue eyes and said with a very firm tone.

...

At the same time, Klein met his employer, Mrs. Mary again. After briefly introducing the situation of the heroine in yesterday's "Dream Divination" to him, the lady called over with a gloomy expression. Two friends who were members of the Craig Club entrusted them to recommend Klein to join the club, and they readily paid the membership fee for the first year.

Her two friends, one is the well-known surgeon Alan Kress, and the other is the aristocratic equestrian teacher Talim Dumont.

After saying hello to each other, Alan, a tall, thin and indifferent doctor with gold-rimmed glasses, entered the club first, while Talim, an equestrian teacher with short brown curly hair, smiled as he walked:

"If Mary hadn't mentioned you, I wouldn't have known that Backlund had an additional outstanding detective. If there is anything I need to entrust in the future, I will find you. Hehe, in time, you will definitely be as famous as Detective Bryan .

"

"How can I compare to 'Hero Detective'..." Klein said politely, while Neri slandered: The names of Mr. "Tower" and Roselle are always full of my life!

"Don't be so modest, I met Detective Bryan before, he was just as young as you at that time, and just as famous... But in the past few months, he has already been known to everyone in Backlund. " Talim said with emotion,

I think the reason why Mr. "Tower" is so famous is due to Backlund's many tabloids...

Just when he complained a few words in his heart, Klein suddenly felt palpitations, and his whole body became tense.

Is this the premonition of "Joker"? But there was no picture in his mind... Klein could only feel that the air around him became heavy, and a storm was brewing.

Soon, this feeling disappeared, as if nothing happened.

He endured the discomfort and went through the membership procedures with two new friends. He didn't even have time to listen to the membership benefits, so he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to board the gray mist.

Through divination above the gray fog, Klein determined that he would encounter great danger in the next few days, so he quickly returned to reality, took a carriage to the Backlund Bridge area, and entered the Bar of the Brave.

Then, he saw Maric sitting in the card room, and asked him to hire him again.

The pale man looked past Klein, looked behind him, nodded slightly and said:

"She agreed... just as you said, pay 100 pounds in advance, and then you will pay another 300 pounds for every day of protecting you."

...

In an abandoned warehouse in the docklands on Thursday evening, a fierce battle for Ian was going on.

About twenty Intis intelligence personnel were surrounded by MI9 agents.

Because of the large gap in numbers, and MI9's use of new-style steam armored chariots to assist in the battle, Intis's side was absolutely at a disadvantage and soon became precarious.

Hiding not far away, the "Puppet Master" Rosago, who saw all this with the help of the mouse controlled by the "spiritual body thread", did not act rashly, but quietly walked away from the battlefield.

Then, with the help of a ceremony, he summoned the messenger of the "wizard" named "Bianca" and conveyed the current situation back to the embassy.

Others only thought Bakerland was coveting the beauty of that "wizard" lady, so they recruited her as the military attache of the embassy and kept her by his side.

But Rosago, who has been helping the ambassador deal with secret affairs for many years, knows that the beauty of the "wizard" lady is only one aspect. Her profound knowledge in the field of occultism and the "messenger" who can deliver messages at any time are Bakerland's true love. The reason for accepting her.

For this reason, he can even ignore the origin and background of the other party who are not too "clean".

About five or six minutes later, a strange creature covered with illusory tentacles emerged from the spirit world, and it brought Bakerland's order:

"Take out the manuscript immediately and hand it over to Shadow.

"Then create chaos and attract the attention of MI9.

"If it's convenient, kill the little detective who exposed my relationship with the Zmanger Party."

After reading the order, Rosago pondered for a moment, took out his crystal pendant for divination, and got the result of "dangerous, but within the tolerable range".

He nodded slightly, and then let the "Wind Blessed" marionette "fly" with him, and "fly" to the location where the manuscript was hidden that Ian had explained before.

...

Located in the Intis Embassy in Backlund's West District, the lights are bright, and the smell of various perfumes and liquors diffuses to every corner along with the melodious melody.

A ball is being held here, Ambassador Bakerland's farewell ball... although he did not disclose it to the outside world.

The guests he invited were not nobles, but all bankers, big factory owners, big philanthropists, and other famous rich men and barristers from the Loen Kingdom...Of course, sometimes some second-level businessmen were randomly invited .

In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, and that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by nobles. Bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other groups are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly Sweeping most of the seats, determining the direction of national policy, enjoying real freedom, and having a lofty status.

Today's Bakerland is also doing similar things, holding a wine glass, constantly appearing in front of the guests, as if he wants to prove that he is at the banquet at this time and has not gone out.

At this time, Bianca, the "wizard" in a low-cut green dress, approached him and whispered something in his ear.

Bakerland frowned slightly, and then relaxed it again. He said excuse me to the surrounding guests, and then, under the ambiguous gazes of many people, he took Miss Bianca into the lounge on the first floor.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Bakerland's amiable face became gloomy. He took the letter from Bianca, read a few sentences, and then slammed it on the ground.

Although Bianca was a little surprised by Bakerland's irritable mood today, considering that the other party has been in a bad mood since he received the transfer order to return to China to report on his work, he felt it was understandable... It's just that it's strange to come to the lounge on the first floor... He usually goes to the study to deal with business...

But that's not a big deal either.

"Bring this letter to Rosago..." Bakerland took up the pen and paper and finished writing the order, then hesitantly ordered Bianca, "Also, you go to the telegraph office and give it to the postal code XX04F2D Send an ciphertext telegram to the address..."

Then, he told Bianca where the cipherbook corresponding to the ciphertext was placed.

Bianca carefully remembered that she had done similar things for Bakerland before and served as his dual secretary for life and work for a long time, so she didn't care.

After Miss "Wizard" left the lounge, Bakerland, who seemed a little irritable, regained his composure. He suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't detect what was wrong... He could only review his thoughts just now:

"People from MI9 actually appeared!

"They should have been concealed, but they appeared!

"The presence of Rosago is definitely not a factor in divination, and MI9 is ​​not good at divination at all... This shows that we have moths inside... I hope Rosago can take the first step, get the manuscript, and hand it over to the 'Shadow' Walk……"

Thinking of this, Bakerland suddenly came to his senses and stood up in a panic.

"Shadow" is directly under my leadership and is the most hidden intelligence officer. How could I tell Bianca how to contact him? !

Even if she pleases me very much, and I have grasped her greatest wish, I already trust her a lot... But I will never give her any important contact information!

who? Who exactly influenced me? Is he still here?

With this in mind, Bakerland immediately decided to interrupt the dance and call all the military officers who were protecting him over.

But at this moment, he discovered to his horror that he couldn't get out!

This lounge has been sealed by an unknown force.

And that kind of power is very familiar to him, it is the "guardian ceremony" of the embassy!

Could it be that old fellow Cotton Surrey trying to get at me? That's right, only he can control the embassy ceremony...

Old man, can't wait to get rid of me and take over the ambassador's position? It's a pity that even if your son is a member of Congress, the country will not let you, an old man, replace me! Who told you that you put on an upright look before, if you showed this face earlier, I am afraid that the country will agree!

When I go out, I will definitely torture your valued granddaughter in front of your face!

Thinking about it, Bakerland's face completely twisted, then he raised his hand and shook it violently, shaking the layer of orange-red flames that emerged from it into a long red whip, and fiercely drew towards the "barrier" formed by the ceremony. ".

At the same time, the corners of Abner's mouth slightly curved as he silently watched this scene under "psychological invisibility".

The "arrogance" of the "briber".

"Frenzy" from "Psychiatrist".

Bakerland, who had two major debuffs in his body, had already fallen into "combat hypnosis", sliding into the abyss step by step according to Abner's vision.