"I came into contact with a mysterious organization, which promised me that as long as I paid a large sum of money, it could take me into that world! This is also the reason why I am short of funds recently!"
William Mark said: "When the time comes, my family will become a bloodline inheritance with extraordinary abilities!"
‘The Bureau of Investigation understands that even if you achieve something extraordinary, you may still become a rat in the gutter, and you will always be accompanied by madness...’
'Other nobles have backgrounds, heritage, and strength, so they can pass on extraordinary knowledge to their families... Ordinary people who suddenly receive mysterious inheritance are more likely to be invited to drink coffee by the Bureau of Investigation.'
Aaron continued to curse in his heart: 'Furthermore, I have never heard of a mysterious association that only requires money to enter... You still need certain qualifications to delve into the occult. The qualification here does not mean talent, but calmness.
, or crazy mental traits, and being too old or too young is very dangerous...'
Too young to resist the potential for madness that accompanies the accumulation of spirituality.
I am too old and have enough experience, but my body cannot support it anymore.
There may be some secret rituals that can provide them with protection, but this obviously does not belong to a mysterious organization that pays money to join.
Aaron seriously suspected that William Mark had encountered a liar who knew only a little about the mysterious world.
He paused and reminded tactfully: "This... have you discussed it with other friends, such as Hannibal?"
According to the observations during this period, the surgeon is very likely to be involved in something extraordinary and mysterious!
"No... Hannibal has received an invitation since he treated me last time and went to other places to perform surgeries on people..."
William Mark shook his head and sighed: "Otherwise, I really want to talk to him..."
'The last time was when the insect plague broke out in the witch's house?'
Aaron was stunned.
That was the time when the Bureau of Investigation was at its most high-pressure, and there was also a parasite outbreak. As a doctor, Hannibal must have received a lot of news, and may have decided to avoid this whirlpool of disaster.
The so-called going to another place for surgery is just an excuse!
"William..." Aaron pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "Although many rich people are said to have started their careers through investing, in fact, they never invest in areas they don't understand... You rashly get involved in mystery, okay, let's assume it's mystery.
Existence, what about returns? There are too many uncertainties in this kind of thing... Although the textile mill shares are very tempting, I can't hurt you."
'Actually, I don't have any money to lend you...'
‘Hollow rich man’ Aaron added in his mind.
"Okay..." William Mark saw the determination on his face, shook his head, stood up and said goodbye: "I hope you can change your mind..."
When he was leaving, he took the opportunity to say goodbye and leaned forward: "Seriously...Aaron...think about it again. After I join that circle, I will also open channels for you!"
"Well, I will think about it carefully."
Aaron nodded solemnly and began to think about whether he should find an opportunity to sell the incomplete 'chrysalis' inheritance obtained from Benjamin's family to poor William.
'After all...the price I charge is definitely cheaper than his channel!'
'Actually, as long as William is careful and finds suitable channels, one thousand pounds is enough to obtain early knowledge and part of the inheritance...'
Looking at William's leaving figure, Aaron sighed.
At this moment, he looked in a certain direction and frowned slightly.
"I have something to think about, don't disturb me."
Back in the room, Aaron called Sylvia and told her not to disturb him.
Then, he returned to his room, locked the door, set up an early warning ritual, put on the Green Forest Power Ring, and began to pray to himself.
Whoosh!
Inside the room, there seemed to be an invisible breeze, blowing gently.
Aaron, who transformed into the evil spirit Auclair, walked directly through the wall and came to the street.
Looking at the somewhat hazy sky, he shook his head: "Even the scorching sun cannot hinder the evil spirit's ability to move..."
Following the previous subtle induction, he came to the corner of Golden Rose Street and found a young man wearing a brown coat and a black round hat with very ordinary facial features.
He was secretly following William Mark, using pedestrians and buildings to constantly obscure his figure. It seemed that he had mastered certain tracking skills.
Whenever William Mark at the front met someone or arrived somewhere, he would take out a notebook and secretly make notes.
"Stalker? It should not be me, but William attracted..."
Aaron felt very interesting and looked face to face with the stalker's face.
He thought for a while, controlled the illusory evil spirit, and directly possessed the stalker's clothes.
This time, he did not take away the right to control the other person's body, so the detective just felt a little cold for no reason, wrapped himself tightly in clothes, and then continued his work today.
A little boy with his left hand held by an adult and his right hand holding a balloon passed by and stared unblinkingly at the giant doll inside the floor-to-ceiling glass of a store.
At this time, through the reflection of the glass, he suddenly saw a man walking by in a hurry, and another man in a formal dress.
At this time, the man turned around and made a face at him.
"Whoa!"
The little boy was so frightened that he burst into tears, pointing at the glass and crying.
But when he looked at the glass again, that pale and dull face suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Aaron, who had a childlike innocence and teased the little boy, followed the stalker around the city for a long time with a new perspective of evil spirits.
Then, he looked at the other person and ordered a pot of hot tea and two pieces of buttered bread in a civilian restaurant. The total cost for lunch was only four pennies.
After the meal, the other party walked towards the slums and stopped in front of a dilapidated building.
On the wall of the second floor, there is also a billboard, 'Duwei Detective Agency, good at catching rapes, finding lost items, and requiring people to protect...'
"A detective?! These days, do scammers even ask detectives to do background checks before doing any work?"
Aaron was a little speechless, but after following the young detective up the stairs, a folder was thrown towards him: "Derian, where have you been this morning?"
"Sorry, Detective Duwei, I have some personal matters."
The young man named Derian apologized quickly, picked up the folder from the floor, and started working.
Behind the desk, there sat a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a formal suit and holding a pipe. He looked extremely shrewd.
It can be seen that he is the real Detective Duwei.
