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Chapter 107 Recycling Secret Biography

 Eyes...eyes...

Former police officer Owen endured intense discomfort and did not listen to Victor's questions at all.

Victor picked up the kettle on the coffee table and poured it over his head. The warm tea instantly attracted the other person's attention.

"Help! Someone help me! I don't know what you are talking about!"

A stranger broke into his home and kidnapped him. He suddenly lost his sight. The excited Owen shouted for help at the top of his lungs.

However, the doors and windows of his house were tightly closed by Victor, and the location of the house was relatively hidden, so it was difficult for sound to spread out.

Victor didn't panic at all, and just looked at the other person calmly. When the guy was so noisy that he lost all energy, he said: "Do you need me to help you recall it? Chief Owen, one night before you left your job,

He sneaked into the evidence room of the police station and stole something."

Owen stopped shouting and listened quietly to Victor's words, his chest rising and falling with the rapid breathing rate.

"You... you are not from the police station! You are not qualified to arrest me!"

This is equivalent to an admission.

Victor sneered: "Who said we were going to arrest you? We just came to take something and leave a body behind."

Hearing this casual but bloody answer, cold sweat began to break out on Owen's forehead, and he shouted hysterically: "No! You can't kill me! I am..."

"You quit the police a long time ago. Now you are no one, and your life has become worthless... So is it worth it? Just to help Thomas cover up his secret."

Victor made his words clear, which was equivalent to telling Owen: Don't be mean, I know you have a PY transaction with that big boss.

Owen is not a stubborn person who would even risk his life. In fact, when he received Thomas' instructions, he refused in his heart.

It's just that because the other party has huge power in Missoula State, he doesn't dare to offend him, so after accepting a bribe of less than one hundred francs, he steals the relics of the other party's advisor after his death.

He originally thought about handing the things directly to Thomas and leaving Missouri immediately. But who knew that the energy tycoon left him alone from then on, ignored him, and did not send anyone to contact him. Until today, he actually

Victor came to the door.

As expected, coercion and inducement still work. In order to save his life, Owen confessed all the above situations.

Based on his dictation, Victor found a box from under the bed.

He lit the oil lamp at Owen's house, entered the light with Father Sang, and placed the rusty iron box in front of him.

In order to guard against traps, Victor found a knife and pried open the iron box sideways, revealing the contents quietly.

It was a golden chain, like a coiled snake, elegant and charming, and at the other end of the chain, there was a very beautiful crystal.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the crystal glows with colorful and confusing light.

Victor opened his mouth slightly, slightly surprised, because even a beggar could tell that this crystal pendant must be priceless.

"It's so beautiful. Is this valuable crystal pendant the secret Thomas wants to hide?"

He found it unbelievable that no matter how valuable the jewelry was, it was not worth Thomas sneaking around. After all, he was not short of money.

Also, the Augusta gang didn’t steal this thing. Were they in a hurry and didn’t notice it?

At this time, there was a cough, and Father Sang stepped forward and revealed the true purpose of the pendant.

"It's the pendulum...I see...cough cough...cough cough cough, there should be a dream fortune teller on that train."

"Soothsayer?"

"Yes... this is a special item that can only be used by dream fortune tellers."

Father Sang gently picked up the pendulum and turned to look at Owen, who was still blind.

"Ahem...whose relic was this thing after his death?"

Owen's nervous lips kept trembling. He thought for a long time before he said a name: Mr. Hoffman...

"Who is that?" Victor asked quickly.

"He is... Mr. Thomas' personal advisor."

Hearing this, Victor suddenly realized, remembering that on the Kaleidoscope, Thomas was brooding over the death of his advisor.

It turns out he is a seer.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Victor picked up the cup and wanted to drink some water, but remembered that he had poured all the tea in the kettle onto Owen's head, so he had no choice but to give up.

"That's right...Thomas doesn't want to be discovered that his advisor is a seer...ahem...but what if he is discovered?"

As we all know foresight, logically speaking, a high-profile position like Cornish Consultant will not bring devastating danger to the company as long as the police are not chasing fugitives.

"So, does Mr. Hoffman have a criminal record in the Police Bureau?"

Father Sang explained his doubts.

However, in his memory, there was no relevant information about Consultant Cornish in the files of the Department of Defense and Suppression.

On the surface, it seems that the other party has been working for Thomas as an ordinary person.

However, Victor connected many events in the past, and he had already reached his own conclusions and judgments.

Why did Thomas steal consultant Hoffman's pendulum? Why did Thomas avoid talking about the seer beside him? Why did Thomas cover up the things in the quarry pit of the ironworks...

Victor raised his hands to seal the secret, silently calculating some expected and unexpected results.

"What is the result of your divination?" Father Sang saw Victor's move, and when the latter stopped his hand, the expression on his face looked full of confidence.

"Some things that I can't understand have been reasonably explained just now, and my invisible skills have also confirmed this." Victor closed the box, picked it up, and said to Father Sang, "Thank you for your help, I

It’s time to return to Valdin and start preparing for the next negotiations.”

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Father Sang smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said to Victor: "Don't leave in such a hurry, the mess here still needs to be dealt with."

Victor was confused. Now that he had confirmed Thomas's handle, he felt inexplicably excited in his mind and couldn't wait to go back and start the plan to turn the tables.

At this time, Father Sang took the box from Victor's hand and said to him mysteriously: "At midnight tonight, come to the cemetery... Ahem, let me show you something."

After saying that, the old man walked out first. Victor looked puzzled. Just as he was about to follow, Owen behind him kept shouting: "Wait a minute! Please, don't leave me!"

……

At midnight, the crescent moon hung high in the sky, but Dandelion's factory still did not stop operating, and the thick smoke was still so conspicuous in the night.

The cemetery behind the police station is the largest public cemetery in the entire state of Missouri, and it is also a place that Chino often visits.

The gate is opened on one side of the road. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. The area around the cemetery is not as noisy as the factory. The undead who are buried here need a relatively quiet environment.

There are many tombstones in the cemetery, which are tall and thick. Not far from the side is the morgue of the church, which is Chino's "canteen". The place is filled with the unique silence of death.

Father Sang didn't know what method he used to lead Victor into the cemetery, which was not open to the public at night, but none of the administrators stopped him, as if they were blind.

The old priest walked on crutches in front of the silent mausoleum. His boots and cane alternated with each other, making slight noises at regular intervals.

The tombstones on both sides are arrayed neatly, just like the soldiers of the dead in the underworld.

Victor held an oil lamp and followed behind. The old man in front yawned and looked at the newly erected tombstones in the innermost row one by one.

Finally, he stopped in front of a brand new tomb. The name of the deceased and the date of birth and death were clearly engraved on the tombstone, without any dust on the words.

Father Sang coughed twice and looked at Victor.

"Dig it!"

Such a simple instruction left Victor stunned.

The old man twisted his neck and motioned Victor to look to the side, where there was a shovel stuck inexplicably.

Victor knew that the person buried in this tomb must be Thomas's adviser.

But why does this old man come to dig up someone’s grave?

Knowing the other party's true identity is enough for Victor.

"We have to recover the secret messages buried in the soil." Father Sang stared at the tombstone under the light, "And this requires... ahem, we need to use the dead remains of this fortune teller."


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