Money is an effective way to bring strangers closer. Money within reach may not necessarily buy someone else’s freedom, but the other person can choose to sell their freedom, not to mention, it’s just a few questions.
Ms. Soothsayer, who was just laid off, worked for Rufu for half a month in vain, and now she has not even received her salary.
Now faced with Victor's proposal, she only hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and sat on the soft cushion opposite.
"Okay! Excuse me."
Victor took off his dome hat and placed it next to the crystal ball, and said in a very gentle tone: "Before asking the question, I suddenly had an idea in my mind about divination."
The lady in front of me put her hands on her knees, tilted her neck, and listened quietly.
"We all know that this is a secret ritual of mysticism. I believe you have also heard of the seers who are good at invisible arts. You must be proficient in using the props in front of you, or tarot cards, or
It’s an astrolabe, and it’s not easy to interpret the results of destiny from it and convince people... Well... I want to ask, are you a seer?"
Ms. Soothsayer was stunned for a moment, and then waved her hands hurriedly: "What? Seer? No, no, no! I only learned this skill from the Sepuji people, and the process of interpreting it for people is sometimes inconsistent...
...Forget it, you also know that this is a paid performance of the circus, which can also be said to be a service."
That's right, a seer would not be in such a miserable state.
Victor then asked: "Is this why Rufu dislikes you? You are unable to bring correct predictions to the guests like the previous fortune teller did."
"He? Come on!" When she mentioned Rufu, Ms. Soothsayer's face suddenly became angry and tense again, "He only cares about money. As long as it can make him money, it doesn't matter whether it is effective or not. You have just said
You heard our quarrel, these are just excuses for that bastard!"
"So the fortune teller in the past was really effective?" Victor began to ask the key points.
Ms. Soothsayer thought for a while and replied with certainty: "Yes, Mr. Joseph is the mainstay of the circus. She brings everyone together. Ruf just takes advantage of his predecessors."
At this point, the fortune teller lady suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously and put her face close to Victor's ear.
"And I also know that that guy Rufu has always wanted to dig out Mr. Joseph's secret. He suspects that his uncle is a seer."
"Oh?" Victor pretended to be surprised.
"Yes, I had not joined the circus at that time, but I knew that the Perak Little Pig had been performing near the slums. The fees were very affordable at the time, and I have even seen their performances."
"Hmm... I've heard about it too, but this new boss seems to be more interested in making money from rich people." Victor curled his hanging hair.
The lady then noticed that Victor's hair was red, but she didn't ask any more questions and continued talking about the old boss who passed away.
"The circus has many partners. If Mr. Joseph wants to continue this business, he must earn enough money to pay his salary. Therefore, his divination fees have always been very high, and most of the people who come to him are rich people.
It was the most expensive project in the circus at the time."
This explanation also verifies why Ruf can see through Victor's lies right away.
There are not many people who can come to Joseph for services on expensive projects, and Ruf should know everyone.
"But he passed away...did he end his life?" Victor asked next.
"It should be..."
The lady was a little uncertain when she said this, and Victor sensitively caught this tone.
"Is there any hidden secret?"
The fortune-telling lady was startled, her eyes swaying from side to side, as if she had something to say that was hard to say.
But probably recalling her own experience, she finally gritted her teeth and said to Victor: "When I first came here, I heard my friends talking about this matter. It was said that Mr. Joseph was crazy before he died."
"What? Crazy?" Victor frowned.
The first thing that came to his mind were the three fatal characteristics.
"Yes! That's what they told me. Later, Rufu rented a room by himself to take care of him, and within a few days, Mr. Joseph was declared dead and buried."
After saying this, Ms. Soothsayer suddenly realized and shouted: "Yes! Do you think that Rufu deliberately killed his uncle in order to inherit the circus?"
She recounted her "reasoning" and danced as if she had discovered a new world.
This kind of speculation is unfounded and is more like a public vendetta. Victor will not rashly believe the other party's lies.
"Since the police didn't arrest him, you'd better not mind your own business..." Victor smiled at the other party, and then continued to ask, "How did Mr. Joseph go crazy?"
"I don't know about this. I'm sorry. Are you done asking?" Ms. Soothsayer sat back again and her eyes fell on the two banknotes.
"Don't be so impatient. Let me ask you again, did Mr. Joseph do anything else before he died?"
Victor did not let the other party go and took the time to continue digging.
The diviner lady recalled it carefully, and then replied: "My circus partners said that he should have performed a fortune telling for a couple, and that was also the last time he divined for others."
"Who is it?"
"How do I know this?"
Ms. Soothsayer thought for a while and said with a sigh: "I only know that the couple are not particularly rich. Mr. Joseph must have made an exception for the fortune telling of each other out of friendship."
The problem was solved, Victor gently breathed in the turbid air in the tent.
"Then the last question, as long as you can answer it, you can take the money."
"Okay! Hurry up, I have to pack my things quickly."
"Where is Mr. Joseph buried?"
……
Leaving Red Lion Square, Victor already held a piece of paper with the address of a certain cemetery in his hand.
He left the hired carriage and prepared to walk to that place alone. Although the distance was not close, it was not convenient for the coachman to know what he wanted to do next.
Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu...
A, B, C, D, E, Ji, Geng!
As Victor walked on the road, he made fortune-telling fortune tellings to predict the good or bad fortune of his trip.
If a lucky person comes to you, things will be auspicious and success is expected.
After calculating the auspicious divination, Victor felt happy, quickened his pace, and trotted parallel to the recorded address.
About an hour later, Victor finally stood outside the "Zhangshan Cemetery Group" in Renekton, panting.
It is a green hill in the urban area with a beautiful environment. There are several obvious guard booths and caregivers who are constantly moving around.
Although there is no charge and no one will stop citizens from paying their respects to the deceased, if Victor sneaks in to "get" the secret message in broad daylight, he will probably be arrested and thrown into jail in the police station immediately.
Secret matters must be left to be done secretly at night.
After having an idea, Victor turned around and looked at a busy restaurant across the street.