Klein put his hands on the armrests of the high-backed stone chair, his head lowered, wondering what he was thinking.
As long as I agree, can you drag me directly to the gray fog? He recalled all the things he had done on the gray fog since he "traveled".
It is true that he can board the gray fog when he is not an extraordinary person, and every time "Secret" takes action, whether it is to restrain himself or interrupt his actions, he only uses his own power.
He has never cut off the connection between me and the gray mist. Even every time I try to mobilize my power, He only uses his own power to extinguish the throbbing of the gray mist... He cannot cut off the connection between me and the gray mist.
connect?
Is it because we are really the same person? Klein thought about this question that he had thought about countless times, and nodded hesitantly, with a mellow voice.
"This should be considered good news."
"Secret" did not respond to him, but just sat silently in the seat of "The World", looking at it from a distance.
Klein, who didn't know what to say, swayed awkwardly for a few times, then seemed to remember something and pointed at the gold pounds stacked on the long bronze table.
"Did you really hand me in for this?"
"Otherwise, don't you care about the banknotes issued by Augustus?" "Secret" asked with raised eyebrows.
I... Klein's breath was blocked in his chest. He wanted to argue, but found that his usual behavior seemed to be similar to what Ban Shen said. He could only pause and pretend not to hear.
No matter how much I want to see these gold pounds, there is no way I can take them down now... The bodyguard lady is probably in the apartment now... Thinking about it, Klein, who was frowning and staring, suddenly suddenly
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something that I had just ignored, but was extremely important to me.
He looked at the half-body sitting opposite him, with soft features and a more harmless appearance than his own. He grinned slightly, kept taking in a breath of cold air, and asked hesitantly:
"Can you interfere with the bodyguard beside me, so that she will have some cognitive impairment to the outside world or to me?"
"For example, she would automatically ignore my appearance, or directly ignore some of my behaviors, taking them as a matter of course."
The more Klein spoke, the more he felt guilty. Under Secret's silent gaze, his slightly thin body could not help but shrink back.
"This is not a big deal." "Secret" didn't think much about it and directly agreed to Klein's request. However, on his always calm and cold face, there was a rare hesitation at this time.
Looking at the questioning expression on his body, the god who had not felt the physical sensation for many years nodded slightly, tilted his head and said:
"After all, at this age, you should have the urge to do that."
What the hell! Klein, who was still relatively guilty at first, suddenly turned red and almost jumped up from his seat.
What on earth was He thinking!
How could Klein, who had never even had a girlfriend before "travelling" and only made suggestions to his best friend, be so slandered?
He was about to retort, but couldn't.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that what he said just now is really easy for people to think wrong... Klein, who was relatively excited at first, then made a mistake and sat up straight again, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I just, I wore that mask for too long, and I can almost no longer express any expression on my face." He lowered his head and feebly expressed his difficulties.
The gray fog is still filling the air, and the crimson stars are still dazzling, but this is the first time since Klein's death that he wants to leave the gray fog.
On the seat that symbolizes "the world", the logo engraved on the back of the chair seems to be shaking a little, and the symbolic logos of the door, clock, and pupilless eye become more obvious.
"Secret", who was sitting casually, straightened his body calmly and tapped his fingers lightly on the long table.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Okay, I have temporarily suppressed the negative effects of that item." He looked at the somewhat confused Klein and emphasized softly, "One day."
That's right, that thing was originally taken out by Him from history. He must have a way to control it from the air. After all, the last time I was in a coma, it was He who helped me put on a mask to prevent Ian from discovering my true identity.
identity.
"Then, thank you." Klein looked into his "secret" pure black eyes and opened his lips stiffly.
Suddenly, there was a flash of deep red on the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool", and the simple and tall seat became empty again.
............
"Mr. Evans, this is Mr. Miller Carter, whom I told you about. Like you, he is from Jianhai County." One of Mr. Babbage's valets stood respectfully at Dunn's house.
In the living room of No. 15 Minsk Street where he lived, he turned around and took the initiative to let go of the old gentleman standing behind him.
After the case against the drawings of the third-generation difference engine ended, Mr. Babbage had been recuperating in the hospital. It was not until recently that he returned to his home, accompanied by his children who had rushed back from other places.
In the previous attack, most of the servants in Babbage's mansion were injured to varying degrees. Especially Norman Fried, who had served the old Babbage all year round, was almost paralyzed. Although he was used by his employer
The big price saved his legs, but it is estimated that he will never be able to withstand normal intensity work in the rest of his life, such as being a qualified housekeeper.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Claude, who started out as a valet and is expected to become the next butler, looked at Detective Evans, who was honored as a guest by his employer, and then turned to look at the viscount who was introduced by others.
Mr. Carter, who was in the old house, calmly took a few steps back. After completing his task, he took the initiative to give up the conversation venue to the two of them.
Dunn, who was reading the "Daily Observer", looked at the meticulous old gentleman in front of him and asked curiously:
"How did you meet Mr. Babbage?"
"Sometimes detectives also need to know the general situation of their employer?"
It must be said that the former captain of the Nighthawks team is now a little nervous about some commissions due to the attack not long ago.
After reading newspapers and gossip in advance, Miller Carter, who heard that Mr. Babbage had an unusual relationship with this gentleman, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said kindly:
"Mr. Babbage and I belong to the same Chamber of Commerce."
"That's an acquaintance." Dunn looked at the old gentleman's demeanor and nodded with a smile. Then he changed the topic and his expression became serious, "What problems have you encountered recently? I hope I can help you."
"This is not a big problem. I believe you can definitely help me." As he said this, he tidied up his appearance, which was very neat, but some hasty formal attire could still be seen, and he took the initiative to introduce his predecessor.
The purpose of coming, "The gentleman just introduced me, like you, I used to live in Jianhai. It was only recently that I bought a house in Backlund and prepared to settle down."
"It is said that the house once belonged to a viscount. Because the new generation of heirs lacked ability, it was mortgaged and sold. After changing hands several times, it finally came into my hands."
"I originally planned to make some renovations to this house that had been abandoned for 20 or 30 years to make it more suitable for the current style. However, when I was cleaning the basement, I discovered a hidden secret door that led directly to a large area.
Underground construction.”
Miller Carter, who had a straight back and acted like a gentleman, recalled the general situation in the basement and calmly stated:
"At first, I just asked the workers and servants to stay away from the secret door to avoid safety problems. But recently, the servants who were doing cleaning work outside the basement suddenly reacted. They could always hear some weird noises there, especially when the moon was clearly visible.
At night, I hope you can help confirm the situation inside that underground building."
Weird noises, secret doors... Dunn, who had handled similar cases before, pushed up the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, naturally crossed his hands in front of him, supported his chin, and said in a deep voice:
"Why didn't you call the police? I think this is the responsibility of the police?"
"If there is really any problem, the police will directly intervene, and you naturally don't have to worry about the injury of workers or servants."
As a former official, Dunn's way of handling matters is not like a private detective, but more like a peace officer in the old days. He prefers to handle things through official channels, but his methods are more casual and his attitude is more relaxed.
Miller Carter rubbed the spot between his eyes, as if he was relieving fatigue due to his age.
"I moved to Backlund because of business matters. I heard from Mr. Babbage that you are from the Evans family. You can certainly understand that a businessman does not have a decent residence in Backlund.
What a big obstacle it is to be in the social world. My business requires me to organize my new home recently, and I need a dance of sufficient scale to help me truly enter the local circle of Backlund."
"I know that there are certain risks in such a commission, so I am willing to pay more. I hope you can keep it secret for me and not let more people know about it."
More people, such as government departments?
Dark red eyes under gold-rimmed glasses looked at the old gentleman opposite. Dunn smiled slightly and sat upright.
If it were the real Louis Evans, he might indeed be persuaded by such rhetoric, but Dunn, who had relatively more experience, grasped the real intention of the other party to conceal it.
Although Mr. Carter's reasons are indeed reasonable, his desire for that underground area is also real. If the government department knows about it, such additional space will require at least an additional tax.
But no matter what, there may still be some danger there... Dunn, who looked rather bookish in appearance, nodded, took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and said:
"I'm glad you trust me and I'm willing to accept this commission."
Miller Carter was a little happy when he heard the affirmative answer, but he could still keep his cool and calmly held Dunn's hand in the air and shook it gently a few times.