There is nothing in front of me, the writer lady has left.
Although she didn't finish her words, it could be seen from her expression that she did not confirm whether the body was still there in the end.
Victor remembered that Crow once said that the other half of the Western Continent would prepare a "container" for the arrival of the immortal during the ceremony.
If Professor Carmen Hesmos is the person in charge of the other half of the ceremony, where will the container he prepared be? Is it him?
We can only wait and see the answer.
……
After taking care of the meeting, Victor woke up from his sleep and it was already dawn.
He first washed and tidied his clothes, teased the little black in the cage, and then walked out of the room, pretending to serve Mr. Will, but actually came to the door of Mike's guest room.
"How did you sleep last night?"
Mike was fully dressed and stood at the window, constantly looking at the road outside the manor. He was very vigilant.
Because of his military habit, he always gets up very early and on time.
Hearing Victor's question, Mike turned around and said nothing.
Only then did Victor remember that he had not introduced himself to the other party. Although he knew Mike's full name through the spirit card, the other party did not know who he was.
"I am Victor Dimon. You can call me Victor or Mr. Dimon."
"Mike Campino...you called my name last night." Mike replied calmly.
"Yes, I learned about you from Mr. Yi." Victor closed the door behind his back to prevent Permis from accidentally breaking in.
"I hope you won't reveal my true identity to others. As you can see, only Mr. Will knows it. Others, including the doorman and servants, don't know."
Hearing this, Mike frowned.
"Is this the condition for you to take me in?"
"No, it's not a condition, but a restriction. After all, if you want to hide a wanted criminal, such a condition is too cheap." Victor replied with a smile.
Mike sighed lightly and did not nod or refute.
He looked out the window again, still worried whether the police or someone would break in.
"Don't worry, no one noticed you coming into my place last night. Those guys from the cigar club were just an accident."
Victor calmed the other party's anxiety, and then suddenly asked: "Mr. Mike, can you talk about your family?"
Mike paused for a moment and said without looking back: "As you saw in the newspaper, the White Hand gang is entrenched in the dock area and is domineering. There is nothing to talk about."
"So, your family is very powerful, at least it has a strong say in the underground society in the dock area."
"It used to be, but I can't say for sure now. In fact, I don't know enough about it myself, because I am not the heir raised by the family, my brother is." Mike squinted his eyes. He seemed to see the patrolling police team on the road and was shocked.
I had to shrink my body towards the curtain.
"I see, but no matter what, your family is also a force that cannot be ignored in Renekton's underground society. I believe that just one night's siege will not be able to eradicate them all. You still have the chance to make a comeback.
Opportunity."
After hearing what Victor said, Mike realized that there was something else in his words, so he turned around and said urgently: "Mr. Damon, just say it if you have anything to say! What are the conditions for taking me in?"
Victor leaned on the other side of the window and said, "Do you know about Renekton's black market?"
"I know! There are at least six of them in the dock area. They are hidden in various dirty and dark places. They are very hidden. What they most often sell are brewing raw materials and some smuggled goods." Mike revealed to Victor without reservation. This information is not
It’s worth his tight-lippedness.
Victor nodded and looked at the other person with raised eyes: "So, what about the black market within the black market? It is said that there are things related to the invisible art for sale there."
Mike was stunned for a moment, stared at the window sill, and shook his head after a long time.
"I don't know. In the past, I didn't like to be exposed to these things at all, whether it was gangs or invisible arts. Even the six black markets were only discovered when I was dragged by my brothers to buy illegal liquor when I was a child."
The other party's answer did not surprise Victor. After all, this man seemed quite decent, not like a gangster who was full of evil.
He was born into a gangster family, but he spontaneously joined the Navy. Mike's ideals are very different from the concept of gang development. The old godfather did not train him as the next godfather early on. He can provide a few useful black market clues.
Not bad.
"So, have you heard of the Alphabet Society? What kind of organization is it?" Victor then asked.
"Sorry, I'm not sure." Mike replied decisively.
Victor stopped consulting, held his chin and started thinking, maybe he had to go to the black market to find other people to inquire.
After asking Mike for the detailed addresses of the six black markets, Victor decided to go take a look later today.
Since the alphabet is called the black market within the black market, it should be closely related to the ordinary black market.
……
At the same time, it was almost dusk in the Greybean Empire and Jotun City.
The place where Abigail held her dream ceremony was in an apartment rented by Aunt Rachel.
For safety reasons, she had closed the curtains before the ceremony and was very cautious when entering the secret residence.
But she still didn't notice that there was a pair of sneaky eyes on the window sill of the higher floor of the apartment opposite, which had been staring at her room.
The Detective Bureau agent who sent her home before secretly rented a room in the apartment opposite.
The guy turned off all the lights in the room, making it pitch black, so that he could stand on the window sill and peek into Abigail's room.
He saw that Abigail entered the bedroom as soon as she got home, closed the curtains, and secretly did some shameful things in the room.
His strange behavior made him deeply suspicious.
As an investigator, he had great patience. He waited for a long time, until the sun was almost setting, before he saw the curtains in Abigail's room being reopened.
The lady with half her body covered in bandages did not realize that there was a pair of cunning eyes upstairs in the apartment opposite.
The detective saw the sheep skull statue that Abigail placed in the room at a glance, and he keenly discovered that the placement of the statue and the leaves scattered on the ground were very particular, and there were obvious traces of a ritual.<
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The pupils in the detective's eyes tightened instantly, and strong excitement surged in his heart.
“I didn’t expect to find out so soon!”
The task was arranged in the morning, and the detectives had already obtained useful clues before the sun set!
This was an exciting result, and he was secretly delighted: Inspector Martin would definitely be very happy.
Not only that, the young agent even felt that this achievement could help him get a promotion and a salary increase as soon as possible, and he couldn't wait to go back and report to Daniel.
But when he just took steps, the person stopped at the door.
In the end, he decided to observe more, because if he went back to report so soon, the detective might think that the task was too simple and ignore his hard work...
Wouldn't it be better if we could continue to observe for two days, witness with our own eyes the ugly monster living across the street performing evil rituals, and then catch her?