"Miss Caiyin, I'm here to see Mr. Angel. I want to order him for one night."
Ten days later, Elizabeth walked into the Licai Club on Shouhui Street again this morning. As soon as she entered the bright and lively hall, she asked Miss Caiyin who came to greet her to order some Cowherd.
This is not only her strategy to get close, but it may also be the master's intention.
The master's instructions say "study". She has been active in Kabukicho these days, and Stylish Angel has something to do with studying.
"Sorry." Miss Caiyin said with a smile, "Angel is on a business trip."
"Oh..." Elizabeth thought, what a coincidence. "When will he come back?"
"It's hard to say, someone asked him to go out and play with him, and he will come back after he's had enough fun." Miss Caiyin added, "How about I ask someone else to accompany you? We have other great cowherds here.
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Are you going to play with me? Elizabeth understood, that is, some female client hired Mr. Angel to go out.
Thinking about it, this is normal. Mr. Angel is a doll, and this is his job.
"No, I'm just here to see Angel. When he comes back, please call me to let me know. Don't let him pick up other customers. I've made an appointment with him, okay?"
If there is no breakthrough from the Extraordinary Cowherd, then there will be no breakthrough from the Ordinary Cowherd. Elizabeth will no longer be vain.
She knew that playing tricks was of no use against a legendary figure like Miss Ayin.
"No problem, I'll make an appointment for you." Miss Caiyin said, "I will notify you as soon as the angel comes back."
Since she was in vain, Elizabeth sat for a while, drank a glass of beer and left.
Then, she went to the Diva's Den Bar. Different bars and clubs on the street have different cultures.
"Licai", "Elephant", "Diva's Nest", "Quanwan"... these are all different.
It was in the Diva's Lair that Elizabeth heard the latest news: a major conflict broke out on the freight railway in the early morning.
During the day, she went around the streets to find out some relevant information. In the evening, she went back to the headquarters of the Hongyu Investigation Department in Jianggu District, and read some known information within Seth that she could see with her authority.
That was Wilderness's counterattack, and intelligence showed that Wilderness's joint convoy successfully stole a lot of "goods."
This caused a lot of losses to the bank, and many Wilderness Mobile Task Forces suffered heavy casualties. There was also a "Xenomorph Team" involved in the Experimental Project of the Superman Research Association, in which all nine prototype species were killed.
This matter has attracted considerable attention within the bank.
Once can do twice, and the Wild showed their ability to fight back today.
The Anzhou Freight Railway is an economic channel. If a large section of the road was blown up like this today, it would take a day or two to repair it, which caused economic losses due to the inability of goods to circulate.
The situation of the alien team is confidential, but she has the right authority to know it, but...
"Since I can know it based on my authority, it means there is no secret."
Elizabeth leaned back on her office chair and thought about the situation, "This should have been exposed to the world. The bank has many other cards to play, and my authority is unclear."
"New World Paranormal Human Research Association", referred to as the Superhuman Research Association.
"Cargo", what a dazzling name.
She called Judy Dickinson who was guarding outside the office, and did not forget the master's advice. Only fools would follow her inside the bank.
Judy Dickinson is a complete idiot, but she knows the wilderness and the Wilderness Mobile Task Force very well.
As early as when she was running around bars during the day, Judy knew about the big conflict this morning, and her expressionless face looked a little heavy. No matter how much the other party knew, Elizabeth told some known information.
"Miss Sterling, don't tell me things that I don't have enough authority to understand..." Judy was reluctant to listen.
"The nature of information is freedom." Elizabeth said it anyway, but not to share, but to ask the other party this question: "Human cargo, what is the order?"
Judy's pupils twitched slightly, and she said after a while: "I don't know. The Superman Research Association and I have never been in the same department. I can't see everything. I'm just a piece of the puzzle in the order."
The teachers at the training center have already told them this truth when they were very young.
Trust, obedience, discipline, being a good jigsaw puzzle means contribution, and banks always need many people to be jigsaw puzzles.
Making decisions is the Union District's business, and what they have to do is execute the mission.
"If this is the epochal order you are talking about." Elizabeth pressed again and again, "What kind of order is this?"
A trace of imperceptible confusion flashed in Judy's eyes, "This system will make mistakes, but the bank mother will correct them."
"System error correction is what I do." Elizabeth said, "The banking system is composed of people. To be precise, it is not the system that corrects errors, but people. You believe in error correction, why don't you believe me?"
Sometimes, she would be a little angry at Judy's stiff attitude.
But this also made her reflect on herself. Redemption is not only about saving people on the streets, but also about saving those who have lost their way in banks.
"With all due respect." Judy said, "Miss Sterling, you don't know a lot. You are also a puzzle."
Elizabeth was silent. From a certain aspect, she could not refute Judy's words.
She stood up from her office chair, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the night scene of the neon-lit street.
"You are partly right. Although I am a potential heir to Seth, I have never been in the circle of blood eaters. Let alone the union area, I don't know what kind of association activities other potential heirs have.
"There is also the Superman Research Association, which I don't know about either. I didn't know exactly how cruel it was until today."
said Elizabeth, trying to be as discreet as possible.
Just this night, right now, how much blood are those blood eaters devouring? She doesn't know.
Many people on the street thought she was "Princess Seth", so she must know the whole story of the bank. How is that possible?
She can tell a lot about the handsome angel, but she knows very little.
Organizations like the Superman Research Association, which although affiliated with a bank, are directly responsible for the Union District, are not something she can get involved in or even understand.
Elizabeth has been interested in supernatural things since she was a child, and especially likes to study the origins, but she has never been exposed to this organization.
She only heard that all kinds of cutting-edge extraordinary research was done there to ensure that the technology mastered by the bank was at the leading edge.
New programs, advanced programs, new professions, strange objects, alien species and other fields are all being researched.
No matter on the streets or in the wilderness, there have been many strong and strange people, but the reason why banks can continue to monopolize is that in addition to economic and military power, they also have leading extraordinary powers, those cards that she does not know.
Maybe the United District already knows the secret of the twelfth house.
"But aren't some things obvious?" Elizabeth added, "Who benefits from this order? Who are they? Are they the members of the Wilderness Task Force? Probably not.
"This conflict caused many people to be injured, and some suffered neurological damage. They were not only downgraded to third gear, but also downgraded to second and first gear. They must all retreat. Where will they go? I don't know.
"But Judy, I dare say not everyone is as lucky as you. At least, I hope I can help you."
Judy fell into silence. Yes, another group of people would retreat, and some of them should be people she knew.
Those siblings, where will they go...
She didn't know why only those who had been demoted to the third level were given new appointments.
The Society for Superhuman Research...the name flashed past, bringing with it a bad feeling, but she was just a piece of the puzzle.
Judy looked at the eldest lady, who was also considered a high-ranking lady, and suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity.
"Miss Sterling, I would like a chance to heal my damaged nerves," she said. "If you can help me, even if it's not a complete cure, just an improvement, I'd be very grateful."
Elizabeth's heart moved. This was the first time Judy had said such words to her.
Neurotherapy is Judy's desire, and it may also be a wish for Miss Caiyin.
These are all breakthroughs. Judy is a loyal person, and a loyal person will repay a favor; and the street values favors. If Miss Caiyin owes her a favor, the situation will be very different.
Not to cure, but to improve and alleviate... This may be her chance to open up the situation, although it is very slim.
The Superman Research Association may have a way, and that may be why Judy requested it.
Elizabeth pondered for a while and asked the old grandma. It was useless to apply to the Union District. She didn't have the authority, so it wouldn't work.
You have to do this on your own... on the streets?
"I've heard that the Eastern people's neurological healing skills are particularly powerful."
At that moment, Elizabeth called Master Wu Zhen and Taoist Yu Cheng, who were also at the headquarters of the Investigation Department, over to the office.
They know better about things on Dongtu Street.
However, after listening to her inquiry, the two of them fell silent.
"I don't have anything to do with this poor monk." After saying this, Monk Wu Zhen moved his beads and murmured Buddhist sutras.
"Captain, I'll be honest with you. If the neurotherapy techniques on the street are useful, the results have already been taken away by the bank. You should ask the Superman Research Association. Only that kind of place has such ability." Priest Yu Cheng doesn't have it either.
Good words.
"It's not a cure, it's an improvement." Elizabeth didn't give up, "A little folk remedy would be good."
At the same time, the silent Judy was also slightly nervous.
"Pindao is a master of food preparation, so he is quite clear about this." Taoist Master Yu Cheng shook his head, "Those so-called folk remedies are just mixed with some overclocked foods. They seem to be effective at first, but the results will only get worse.
.The powerful neuroscientist of the Eastern natives is no longer on the streets, but still in the bank.
"There are underground clinics that rehabilitate people's nerves, but it's just a narrow escape, and you need connections to find them. With your identity as the leader, and Miss Dickinson's identity, no one is willing to take the risk."
Judy was like a drowning person, seeing that the straw she had just grabbed was about to sink again, she couldn't help but struggle and said:
"There is a rumor about the 'Food Preparation Miracle Man'. I heard that he was once a member of the Superman Research Association, but later defected and hid back in Dongtu Street. He is a food maker and knows how to make extraordinary elixirs that can treat nerves.
.But no one knows who he is or where he is."
"The strange man who made food is just a legend." Yu Cheng sighed, "Just like all kinds of strange people, you can't find him."
The low-tech people, the food-making people, all these and other strange people.
Some have really existed, while others have only existed in legends.
The strange food-preparing man is just a beautiful imagination and a false hope on the street about the neurological healing skills of the Eastern natives.
Even if such a strange person does exist, it is the strange person who appears to find others, not others who can find the strange person.
"Try it." Elizabeth didn't dare to expect to find a food-preparing expert at once. She was actually hoping for an underground clinic, but how would she know if she didn't try it?
Before she entered the boxing area, no one except the master knew that she could get the sword.
"Taoist Master Yu Cheng, please go ask about the relationship in this area. Whether it is folk remedies or strange people, see if anyone is willing to talk to me and let them make conditions. Whatever you want, I will consider it again.
"
"I'll just try my best." Taoist Master Yu Cheng sighed again. He really didn't have much hope.
"The user's unhappiness rises and the teaser mode is activated."
At this time, Jian Bao, who was placed on the desk, suddenly made an electronically synthesized voice and said, "Instead of looking for a strange person who makes food, it is better to look for a strange person like the Cowherd. According to the Cowherd shop, the Cowherd is the one who can heal women.
"
"Jian Bao..." Elizabeth drawled her voice.
Now Yu Cheng and Judy both know that this rare object sword is another inappropriate joke.
"Great Sun Tathagata." Monk Wu Zhen felt something. "It's not a nerve injury, it's a heart injury. This sword is mysterious."