Mystery: Start with the Reader

Wednesday morning.

Intis Embassy, ​​in the special envoy's office.

Mr. Owen sat back down after asking his secretary to send away a Loen diplomat who came to negotiate.

After taking a sip of coffee, he picked up the pen and began to draw something slowly.

After a while, the secretary with two mustaches walked into the office again. He closed the door and whispered: "Mr. Owen... The Loen Council is increasingly demanding that the murderer be punished severely, and we must give an explanation." , has even become one of the bottom lines of the Conservative Party...If this continues, I'm afraid the New Party will no longer suppress the Conservative Party on this matter..."

"Tell them that we at Index are also conducting self-examination, and let them wait for another week or two... I believe that the Prime Minister of Loen can still handle this small matter." Mr. Owen took a sip of coffee and said nonchalantly. .

"Loon has actually asked MI9 to slow down the progress of the case... But even so, two weeks is the limit.

"If we cannot give them a satisfactory answer by then, war is not impossible...at least there will be a colonial proxy war of considerable intensity...

"And we are not ready yet... Once a proxy war does break out, you will definitely be attacked." The secretary reminded.

"Don't worry, I have already arranged the manpower in the country. As long as I find the right time, I will attack the Surrey family immediately!

“And next week’s year-end meeting is a good time.

"When the time comes, we will threaten the fate of the entire family, and we are not afraid that our dear chief military attache will not take the blame." Mr. Owen said with a smile.

"Next week... I will try my best to get to that time." The secretary nodded first, then hesitated for a while, and then asked, "I see that Mr. Surrey is very good to his granddaughter... Why don't you use her?" Come to blackmail Mr. Surrey into submission?"

"Oh, no matter how much Sari dotes on his granddaughter, he will not put her on the same level as the family... After all, once he pleads guilty, it will definitely bring stain to his family!

“Only by putting his family in crisis can he be forced to take responsibility.

"As for his granddaughter, she can be used as a tool to finally break through his defenses...

“In Russell’s words, it is ‘the last straw that breaks the horse’.”

At this point, Mr. Irving stopped continuing the whole topic and gave the painting he had just painted to his secretary. He asked with a smile, "Do you know who she is?"

The secretary took a look and found that the painting was of a heroic woman in military uniform. He thought about it for a while and said uncertainly: "This is the youngest sister of His Majesty George III... Your Highness Vera?"

"Yes! This His Highness is not a simple character. He is both capable and ambitious!" After all, even 1 "Arrogance" suffered a loss in her hands.

Of course, Mr. Owen didn't say the last sentence.

"What do you want to paint a portrait of His Highness?" the secretary asked in confusion.

He felt that he could not keep up with Mr. Special Envoy's thinking.

"Do you think His Majesty George III would agree to my proposal to marry Her Royal Highness the Princess?" Mr. Owen touched the face of the woman in the portrait and asked without answering.

"This..." The secretary had obviously never considered this possibility, but he still composed himself and asked: "Which gentleman do you plan to recommend to marry Her Royal Highness Princess Vera?"

"Of course it's me!" Mr. Owen laughed and put away the portrait, and an illusory mask with eyes set in the middle of the bridge of his nose seemed to appear on his face, as if he was looking at people from below.

It was a "lust" mask.

…

In the Backlund University Library, Miss Fanny, Mr. Surrey's granddaughter and one of Abner's friends, who has been promoted to "Savage", and her close friend Miss Emma decided to attend an extraordinary party together over the weekend. Get up and say goodbye.

After she left, Emma, ​​who was about to continue reading, suddenly heard a voice in her ear: "If I were you, I would try to stay away from her!"

Hearing this voice, Emma was not surprised at all. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Why?"

"There are at least three Beyonders monitoring her, and one of them is a mid-level... She must have gotten into some trouble." The voice came again.

Emma pondered for a while after hearing this, and then asked again: "Is it really just surveillance? You won't be able to steal their ideas, right?"

"It's true that it's just surveillance for the time being... but it won't necessarily be the case in the future..." The voice stopped at this point and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not your pet. The contract we signed doesn't include providing you with this kind of service." Information about unrelated people.”

"Without me, would you be able to realize the disadvantages of possessing animals? You owe me this." Emma said with a smile.

"But I have taught you so much knowledge and am already your de facto teacher. Can't you modify that damn 'contract'?" The emotion contained in the voice gradually became excited.

"Teacher? I'm not as easy to deceive as Hazel. Don't you know you have bad intentions?

"Besides, if you didn't have evil intentions and your intelligence was severely reduced due to the possessed animal, you wouldn't have fallen into my trap."

At this point, Emma paused and continued the previous topic, "Who are those extraordinary people who are spying on Fanny?"

"I didn't check carefully... I just know that they were hired by a young man with two mustaches..." The voice struggled for a long time and finally answered 1.

"Draw down that person's face for me... Don't worry, I won't call you in vain. This also counts as a 'restraint' in the 'contract'."

…

Queens, the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

The cold air is blocked from the windows and walls, and the house is warm as spring with an elegant fireplace.

Miss *** Osisleka followed the maid Miss Anne and walked into Miss Audrey's studio.

This official member of the "Psychological Alchemy Society" looks very young, like a girl who is still studying in a public school or grammar school. She has long black hair that reaches her waist and a pair of lake-like blue eyes. She is three to four centimeters shorter than Audrey.

At this time, because Miss Audrey was still being measured by the fashion designer Mrs. Genia so that the other party could conceive of the New Year's Ball costume based on her recent physical and temperament status, *** was admiring the paintings on the wall alone. Come.

"Inner Night" by Mr. Sensi? Mrs. Cosmo's "Starry Night"? Sir Grant's "Sunrise"?

God...could these be genuine? Every painting here is worth at least a small or medium-sized manor around Backlund...

*** swallowed and tried his best to maintain an elegant posture, not to make a rude expression, and to avoid making Miss Audrey's maid look down upon.

In less than five minutes, Audrey entered the studio. After finding a reason to send Annie away, and using her eyes to signal the golden retriever Susie to "stand guard" outside the door, she asked with a smile:

"***, is there any progress in the matter I entrusted to you before?"

*** reluctantly withdrew his gaze from those paintings, and said in a composed manner: "We have the magic potion formula of 'Ocean Singer', but there is no need to sell it unless the other party can provide a reward that cannot be refused."

Being willing to talk means there is hope! Audrey turned her green eyes slightly and laughed softly:

"What do you hope to gain?"

Esilante smoothed his hair and answered well prepared:

"The potion formula of 'Ocean Singer' is 7,000 pounds or an extraordinary item of roughly the same value."

In other words, you want to get magical items more, so you can accept price reductions for this... "Psychological Alchemy Society" is one of the youngest secret organizations, and its accumulation in this area is obviously not as good as others... Audrey pursed her lips and said:

"I will give feedback, but there is no guarantee that they will accept it."

Islant nodded, then took out a portrait from his bag and handed it to Audrey: "This is the person a friend of mine is looking for. Do you recognize him? If his identity can be found out, , my friend will pay a good reward.”

Audrey didn't pay attention to the matter of remuneration. She just picked up the portrait and saw the man with two mustaches on it. She seemed to think she had seen it somewhere but couldn't remember.

After *** left, Audrey called Susie, who was guarding the door, and showed it the portrait.

"Isn't this the confidential secretary of the Intis Embassy? He came to visit the count, and I saw him in the living room." Susie recognized the person in the portrait at a glance.

Intis Embassy? Confidential secretary? What are the people from the Psychological Alchemy Society asking him to do? Doubtful in her heart, Audrey praised Susie on the surface, causing the latter's tail to wag faster.

…

In the one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in the East End, Abner is sorting out his teaching experiences over the past few days.

Although Lion Lyon said that the acting code of "Secret Skills Tutor" is to "collect secret skills, create secret skills, teach secret skills, and make the secret skills finally become unsecret." However, when "acting", "secret skills" do not specifically refer to extraordinary people. ability.

Through these days of practice, Abner discovered that even the skills of spelling words, the tricks of mathematical calculations, the ways of memorizing things... these are actually the "secret skills" in life and study.

And after he summarized these things and taught them to those children, he naturally received a certain amount of performance feedback.

"But just relying on this kind of acting... I'm afraid it will take five or six years to fully digest it!"

Abner sighed, although he knew that this was the normal digestion speed of mid-sequence characters.

Just as he was preparing his lessons and preparing to enter the "learning space" to develop a new secret technique, a deep red light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Klein has something to do with me? Or should you contact me urgently again?

With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Abner allowed himself to be swallowed up by the tide of crimson.

Above the gray fog, as soon as Abner appeared on the side of the ancient bronze table, he saw Miss Temperance and Mr. World already waiting here.