"That was just a temporary place for me to stay. Their family are all good people. I tried my best not to disturb them anymore, so I have been looking for other places to live recently."
Victor did not respond to de Gaulle's question by giving an address or refusing to answer the question. He cleverly changed the topic.
After hearing this, de Gaulle smiled bitterly and stopped talking about this. After all, he, an old man who still owed two months' rent, could not provide any good advice.
Seeing de Gaulle leave, Victor's smile suddenly stopped.
In order to avoid being followed, he made a long detour with a sullen face before returning to Xianxiang Mansion.
…
As soon as he got home, he hurried upstairs to find Mike.
Seeing that the other party was awake, Victor told him the current situation without reservation.
"It's not safe here now, Mr. Mike. Starting tomorrow, the police station will launch a large-scale manhunt."
Looking at the serious expression of the owner of the mansion, Mike was silent for only a few seconds, then stood up very calmly and said to him: "I understand, let's leave now."
Victor looked at his still lame leg, and his heart moved, so he sat down and listened to him.
"Wait a minute, since Mr. Yi asked me to take you in, I definitely can't drive you away like this, even if the situation is complicated now..."
After saying that, Victor asked Mike to wait where he was. He went to the room to prepare some things and handed a bag to him when he came back.
"I thought of a way. You can sneak into the migrant convoy and follow them to the east. The land there is vast and the rule of law is chaotic. It is not easy for the police to catch a criminal."
Mike took the bag from Victor and opened it. The most conspicuous and largest object inside was a pistol, and there were seven or eight rounds of ammunition deep in the bag.
Stuffed in the corner was a smaller wallet, with a wad of banknotes stuffed in it, a total of one hundred French cards.
One hundred faraka is not a small amount. Whether ordinary immigrants can afford 10 faraka per capita is a question.
Mike was startled.
"Why do you want to help me like this? I owe Mr. Yi enough."
Victor stared at the other party quietly: "Since that gentleman values your potential, there must be a time when you repay him. Just as I am helping you now, I am also repaying Mr. Yi's favor for me. Now it mainly depends on your own choice.
, are you willing to flee the streets alone and die under the enemy's gun, or are you willing to dedicate yourself and everything in your future, including your life, to Mr. Yi?"
After listening, Mike took two deep breaths and finally put the bag away.
He replied: "If I can leave safely and still be alive after the incident is over, then... I will become Mr. Yi's most loyal believer. Even if you claim that he is not a god, in my mind
, He is the true faith.”
Seeing that the other person had completely bowed at his feet, Victor happily handed him a few talismans.
"Mr. Yi never treats loyal people badly, so he asked me to give you strength."
Mike was shocked, staring at the yellow papers with strange symbols drawn on them that Victor handed over, and was surprised because he couldn't understand them.
"This is……"
"These spells contain Mr. Yi's power. Do you remember how we evaded the police station search before?"
After hearing this, Mike's eyes were even more surprised. Memories from a few days ago came to mind. That tense moment often made him tremble with fear when he recalled it.
"The invisible skills I have performed are only part of Mr. Yi's power. He gave me these yellow papers. Even if I am not a seer, I can use the extraordinary power contained in them."
"Giving power to ordinary people?!" Mike was extremely shocked. "Can even those who are not seers use it? This..."
He hurriedly took the charms from Victor, and the latter explained to him the functions of these charms.
"This spell is related to the tree that symbolizes life. You can call it a wooden spell. Applying it to your injured part can speed up your body's recovery."
"The second spell is connected to the transparent spring. It can make your body equally transparent. This is the power I have used before. You know what it means. It can make you invisible."
"The third spell is hard gold, which can protect you from a fatal attack. It is more than enough to block the impact of a bullet."
A total of three kinds of charms were all handed over to Mike's hands.
As for why he wasn't given earth spells, fire spells, and yin and yang talismans.
One is that the ability of the earth curse is too obvious. After all, Victor used the corpse of a gangster to save Mike before. This ability to bring the dead back to life should be given to "Mr. Yi", at least in front of Mike, it can retain some mystery.
The fire spell was too dangerous. Victor didn't know if he could use it properly. It would be embarrassing if he was blown up.
As for the Yin Talisman and the Yang Talisman, in fact, these two spells must be used in conjunction with the divination operator's ability to maximize their use. Who can judge whether what they encounter is good luck or bad luck?
Being hit by a car and breaking your leg may be bad luck, but avoiding the draft because of a broken leg is good luck.
This is the meaning of the hometown story's blessing in disguise.
Mike listened carefully to Victor's narration and fully mastered the usage and effects of these three spells.
Victor suggested that he use the wooden spell to heal himself immediately. After all, it would be extremely difficult to escape with a lame leg.
These spells are all Victor's blood spells, and their effects and duration are much stronger than ordinary drawings.
Before dawn, Mike packed his things and left the Xianxiang Mansion and rushed to the immigration station on the outskirts of the city.
Immediately afterwards, Victor woke Will, who was sleeping, and told him that someone might come to search in the next few days.
Will was wearing pajamas and sitting on a chair with a wry smile: "You always bring me unexpected news, Mr. Victor, I'm afraid we have to prepare in advance, that guest..."
"He's gone. Don't worry. This search is just for him, not the person, not the object. I have other important things to do these days. If the police come to the door, just let them come in to look for him. As long as you don't let
They just open the locked boxes in my room."
"Box? Can I hide in it?" Will looked a little embarrassed.
Victor denied: "They are all small boxes. They are my personal belongings and cannot contain anyone."
After hearing this, Will sighed and agreed, and then it was dawn not long after that. Victor stayed up all night, and went to De Gaulle's office to "work" in the early morning with two panda eyes on his face.
…
"Oh! Watson, you are in really bad shape."
De Gaulle saw Victor looking listless and couldn't help but joked.
"Have you been tired from the high-intensity work of the past few days? But you have to know that this is the work of detectives. We always investigate and arrest criminals day and night. You will get used to it as time goes by.
In fact, I only slept for an hour last night."
Victor shook his hand to interrupt him and told him to hurry up and get on the road to Stormwind Heights so that he could sleep in the carriage.
So the two of them set off quickly and arrived at the gate of the villa at noon.
Parker politely led them to the restaurant for dinner, and neither Dutch nor Sitchin showed up.
Before afternoon tea started, de Gaulle asked Parker to arrange a meeting with Ms. Merage.
When the head maid got the three bloody original records, she almost fainted from fright.
"Glow! What...what's going on? It's all blood, it's so scary!"