It was indeed up to no good to meet this guy. He said he was willing to cooperate, but he led them all the way to the entrance of the Grand Theater, as if he was going to see off the guests.
But Victor is used to it. Elold didn't give him a good look when it came to investigating Vader before.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Tony said goodbye to him out of politeness, and then Elold left, leaving the three of them outside.
"I didn't expect that the famous snow leopard in the country is also an agent of the Anti-Suppression Department..." Tony sighed, feeling very emotional.
Unfortunately, it was late now. The three of them had been investigating together for a whole day, and they were all very tired.
There is no point in being anxious. You must have a good rest before deciding on the next plan.
So, Lianlong returned to the academy, and Tony said goodbye to Victor. He had other things to deal with in the bureau.
Victor was about to go back to the residence arranged by the Police Bureau to rest, but on the way, he met an unexpected person.
"Mr. Watson!"
Across the street, the man waved to the opposite side and called Victor.
He is Pickman, and for some reason he came here in the evening.
"Hey? Hello!"
Victor simply said hello to the other party and didn't want to talk more.
He was very sleepy now and just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Wait a minute! Mr. Watson! I have something for you..."
Victor paused and watched as he trotted over from the opposite side and was almost hit by the strange steam car on the road.
Pickman changed his equipment today. It still looks cheap, but it is much better than the previous one. At least it is clean and fits well.
"What happened?" Victor yawned.
Pickman looked excited and impatient. He opened his mouth, and then glanced at a restaurant with simple decoration next to him.
"Have you had dinner? My treat!"
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Speaking of which, I really didn't have a good meal today. Although the restaurant was simple and cheap, the ingredients were clean and tasted very good.
During the meal, Victor was curious about how the poor painter in front of him suddenly became rich...
Without a few words of conversation, Pickman answered this question.
"I've sold a few of my paintings. I'm lucky! It's all thanks to you, Mr. Watson."
Chewing a piece of ham in his mouth, Victor made a long hum sound. After he swallowed it, he said: "Gold should always shine..."
"No, no, no! Without you on the ship to speak for me, I might still be in prison..." As he spoke, Pickman handed him a red envelope with a candy tied to it.
"This is..." Victor turned the envelope over and over, looking at it with a strange expression.
"The invitation is from the club where I am about to perform." Pickman introduced confidently.
"Um...I've been a little busy recently, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go to any performances..." Victor decisively rejected his kindness.
Pickman was a little disappointed, but he did not force it. He just asked: "Um... aren't you curious about what kind of club that is?"
"I really can't imagine what kind of club would let a down-and-out painter perform? What can you perform? Paint on the spot?"
Victor teased, making Pickman look embarrassed.
"Actually... it's a unique club. The actors are all kinds of... strange guys. If you want to go in and watch it, you have to have a special way. Many people don't have this opportunity... I mean, if you If you have time, you can definitely go and take a look." Pickman explained to Victor carefully.
Victor glanced at him curiously: "The performance fee must be high, right?"
Pickman immediately became excited: "Yes! It's quite impressive. That can save me from financial pressure in the short term... Do you know? People who can be spotted and invited to perform in that club all have unique characteristics." Talent, and only special talents deserve special rewards!"
Victor, who was initially uninterested, was intrigued by Pickman's few words. He chuckled and said, "What's the name of the club? Is it written in the invitation letter?"
As he spoke, he opened the envelope and took out the invitation letter inside.
"Clown? Is this the name of the club? No. 666 Xiangzhang Road?"
"Yes sir, if you want to come over, please remember to bring the invitation letter I gave you and everything else! Only then will they let you in..."
After saying that, Pickman actually put on his clothes and went to the counter to pay.
"Sorry, I have to leave first and go back to prepare for the performance. Remember, sir, to bring everything I gave you!"
Watching him leave the restaurant, Victor felt more and more strange about this man.
The envelope and invitation were still in his hand. He stuffed the invitation back into the envelope, and then stuffed the envelope into his pocket.
The candy fell out, and Victor found that the restaurant did not provide dessert, so he opened the candy wrapper and prepared to eat it.
At this time, his neck was a little restless. Victor knew that it was Xiao Hei who was moving, so he simply stuffed the candy into his sleeves and let Xiao Hei eat it.
After eating, he could go back to sleep. Victor walked out of the restaurant, but accidentally bumped into a familiar face again.
"Ah... you are Mr. No. 99. I didn't expect to meet again..."
The person walking in front of him turned out to be Bugis, the person in charge of the Grand Theater. After he separated from Victor and others at Wangao Garden, he took a walk here for some unknown reason.
Bugis is not alone now. There is a young lady beside him who is dressed luxuriously and has a charming posture. She is holding his arm, acting pretentiously, and she doesn't know what her relationship is with him.
Victor glanced at his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Bugis focused his attention on the simple restaurant he came out of, and said: "The food and environment in the Grand Theater are much more comfortable than this small place on the side of the road. If you or Mr. Tony come back next time, If you come, I can treat you."
Victor politely said no, and was about to leave when Bugis added: "But I didn't expect that you would actually know Snow Leopard. Now I have to apologize. It seems that you are not Director Tony's little follower."
Did this guy always think of himself as a clerk in the Suppression Bureau? Only then did Victor understand that the other party might not know the status of the Suppression Department.
Now that they had met, he planned to continue chatting about the issues at Wandao Garden.
"Snow Leopard...do you know his real name?"
"Of course, after all, he is also a performer who cooperates with us. The organizer must know this..."
"Mr. Elold, we will call him this from now on."
"Okay, how was your chat with him? Did it help you?"
Victor took a deep breath and shook his head.
Bugis pretended to be disappointed: "Oh! That's a pity, but to say sorry, it's a good thing for me. After all, the snow... Mr. Elrod's show will start soon. I really don't want to
My own theater was involved in some messy case, uh..."
As he spoke, Bugis' purpose gradually became apparent.
"Um...I mean, I hope you understand that his performance is very important. If you really want to investigate any case, can you wait until the performance of "Steam Age" is over?"
