Detective assistant Derian walked out of the detective agency, came to a public rental house, and knocked on the door.
Inside was an elegant-looking white-haired old man. When he saw Derian, a smile appeared on his face, and he made room for Derian to walk into the living room.
Several other people were already sitting on the sofa.
They include a well-dressed gentleman, a charming girl, and a newsboy with shrewd eyes.
"Welcome our Mr. Detective."
The grey-haired old man clapped his hands, his gestures filled with an invisible leadership quality.
This is not a mysterious influence, but a combination of his own experience, experience, and past success.
"I tracked the target for a long time. He went for a walk in the morning and then visited his neighbor Aaron Uggs..."
Derian took out his notebook and recounted the noteworthy things one by one.
"Very well. Is there anything you want to add about Mr. Uggs?"
The old man wrote a line of words on a blackboard. If you look closely, you will see that there is a whole page of character relationship diagrams surrounding William Mark.
"A traveler inherited a large fortune. William probably wants to borrow money from him." The well-dressed gentleman replied: "I will ask him about it later."
Aaron looked at the other person, he looked slightly familiar, he seemed to be a guest at the last banquet held at William's family.
"A rich young man, how about I give it a try and maybe I can defraud him a huge sum of money."
The gorgeous girl took out a shell-shaped foundation box from her handbag and touched up her makeup.
"No, the goal is clear, this is the purpose of our actions!"
The old man shook his head in denial and looked at the newsboy.
"His whereabouts in the afternoon are all here... He actually went to the bank, probably wanting to apply for a credit loan or mortgage..."
The newsboy laughed and said, "I feel like the prey is about to take the bait."
"To our lovely Mr. William Marks!"
Adrian poured himself a glass of rye beer and laughed loudly: "With such a big sum of money, I'm going to Pulmouth and open my own detective agency!"
"Everyone... please keep a low profile."
The old man pressed his palms with a smile: "Also... Mr. Detective, remember the principle, we are just strangers. After finishing this vote, we will leave separately, and do not leak your own information! Of course... if you want to release false information,
Just pretend I didn’t say it... This can effectively ensure that even if something happens to someone in the future, the rest of us can still stay safe."
‘…’
While the old man was speaking, Aaron stood beside him and could clearly see every subtle expression on his face.
"Is this the legendary pig-killing plate? No... He actually bribed or planted acquaintances in advance. This is a special hunt... A gang commits a crime and the fairy bureau... Poor Mr. William Mark!"
He chuckled, and the sound disappeared instantly, leaving only a few marks belonging to the resentful spirit.
"A sneeze!"
The youngest newsboy suddenly sneezed and complained: "Don't you feel it's cold here? Old Eugene, did you forget to pay the heating bill..."
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Golden Rose Street, No. 33.
Aaron opened his eyes.
Although a thought could make those swindlers die horribly, he did not take action directly.
After all, he and William Mark were barely acquaintances who had met several times. It was a very irrational act to kill someone for this reason and expose the existence of the evil spirit to the investigation bureau.
"This is just a scam, there is no mystery involved. Let's wait and see. People will not know pain unless they learn a lesson."
"If William Mark is really deceived, at worst I will report the situation to Glamorgan Field. Secular matters should be resolved in the secular world without involving mystery."
"This is good for everyone..."
He lifted the previous arrangements and walked out of the room.
Immediately, I saw Sylvia walking over with a worried look on her face: "Master, are you okay?"
The young master actually stayed in his room for a whole day. If he didn't come out after another night, Sylvia was ready to call the police!
"It's okay... prepare dinner for me."
Aaron yawned.
There is no need for the master to tell his servants what he does.
…
The Investigation Bureau, shrouded in darkness, looked like a beast lurking in the darkness.
Percy Anias limped out of the door, as if he was exhausted.
His mood at this time was extremely complicated.
Originally, he had planned to tell the truth to the director.
But when things came to pass, he might have thought of the wailings of the extraordinary beings imprisoned by him, or perhaps his soul had been cast an invisible spell, and he had concealed many things.
For example...not only was I attracted, but I also recited the honorable name of a great being!
But during subsequent inspections, Percy got the answer that he had not been contaminated by any external factors!
This only made him more miserable.
'I did not make the decision to protect myself under the influence of a spell, but from my heart!'
'I am a waver, a betrayer!'
Percy's eyes were filled with sadness and contempt.
At this time, he saw two Bureau of Investigation staff members walking toward the door while talking and laughing.
"team leader!"
After seeing him, the two investigators immediately bowed solemnly.
"You are..."
Percy asked confused.
"I've been working too much overtime recently, and the bureau finally had a holiday. We went to the Moulin Rouge together..."
An investigator answered generously.
"Have a holiday?"
Percy was in a daze for a moment. How far away is this word?
"Yes...Boss, after several large-scale investigations and catching a bunch of rats in the sewers, Green Forest City has become much calmer. The bureau is giving us vacations in turns..."
Another team member laughed.
As a secret police officer, you have to face a lot of mental pressure on a daily basis, so it is tacitly allowed to vent your pressure through alcohol, gambling, finding street girls, etc.
'No, that's not right! Green Forest City is not safe!'
Percy screamed in his heart: 'Although Roberts is dead, his accomplices are still on the run...and there are more evil secret organizations and secret societies...such as the Invisible Priory! It has at least one evil
Spirit'high-level people are wandering around this city!'
But he didn't explain this before, and he can't say it now.
"You...remain vigilant."
Percy could only remind him, looking at the backs of the two team members, he secretly clenched his fists: "A loophole in a lie needs more lies to make up for it...I...who have I become?"
He felt that there was already an invisible and dark abyss, and it was like a stinking swamp that was gradually swallowing him up!
What’s even more despairing is that this is a hole you dug for yourself!