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Chapter 474 You are the door

What is the truth? It is difficult to judge in a short time.

Victor was about to take the elevator back downstairs with Tony, but before he could get in, Tony was stopped by an agent on the same floor.

It turned out that something else had happened to the director. He was very busy, so he had to go away for a while, so Victor had to go back to the previous conference room by himself.

He heard the laughter from the conversation outside the door. After opening the door, he saw Rianlong chatting with Pickman.

The detective responsible for keeping an eye on Pickman was still standing behind him, very serious and not daring to slack off.

"Are you talking about anything happy? Let me intervene."

Victor teased, but Rianlong did not follow his words, but asked him what he had done with Tony just now.

Victor shrugged and replied casually: "I went upstairs to check for information, but unfortunately, I found nothing."

"The progress of the case is too slow, sir, and it is also very detrimental to my studies." Li Anlong rarely became serious.

His main identity is still a student, studying at Sanfran Public University. If he is always dragged down by the tasks of the Anti-Suppression Department, it will disrupt his academic plan.

"There's no point in complaining, young man. How about you share your opinion and give us some tips?" Victor dragged the sofa over and sat down.

Lianlong closed the book and placed it on his knees. The fire in the fireplace reflected his face, but it looked pale and bloodless.

"The riddle given by Mr. Clown, we should look for the answer there." Rianlong reminded Victor.

Then, Victor reached out and took out paper and pen from the drawer under the window table, quickly wrote the entire riddle on the paper, and then showed it to everyone.

"When a crow climbs a branch, a man gets up early and a woman gets dressed."

"A crow comes to the window, a man goes to work, a woman goes home."

"When a crow flies into a house, a woman dines, but no one goes to bed."

"The crow turns into a lark at night and takes away the man? Or the woman?"

After finishing writing, Victor directly began to express his opinion: "This riddle neither rhymes nor is beautiful. It is not a poem or a nursery rhyme. I even think that the hat master made it up on the spot. It is difficult to know whether it is

Makes any sense."

Li Anlong held his chin and pondered the content of the riddle carefully, then put down his hand and said with a smile: "Although the words are simple and have no charm, there is no need to deliberately make up such a joke. The weirder the words, the more information hidden in them."

There will be more.”

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the paragraph on the paper.

"Why is it a crow? What does the crow have to do with men and women? It is like a mysterious spectator observing the family's daily necessities on the branches outside the window..."

"Men get up, women get dressed, men work, women go home... Finally, women eat by themselves, men disappear, and at the end of the day, no one goes to bed anymore..."

Listening to Rianlong's words, Victor felt strange. He murmured: "First the men disappeared, and then the women disappeared too. Why did they disappear? Is it because of the crows? The crows finally flew into the house..."

"A crow is a lark..." Li Anlong tapped his index finger twice on the table.

Victor recalled the last words of the Hat Master: This is the story between the lark and the strange lady.

Who is this weird lady? Is she the woman in the riddle?

"Damn it..." Victor plucked his red hair helplessly, "The audience in the club are so dead and crazy that they can't find anyone to ask for information about the weird lady."

However, at this moment, Pickman suddenly stood up and said with a surprised expression: "Ah! I seem to know what this riddle means!"

His move startled Victor, who turned his head and looked over, surprised: "Have you heard of this riddle?"

Pickman showed his embarrassment again: "Well... not really, but I think I have understood the meaning of this riddle."

"Okay! Thank you to this kind-hearted citizen for your cooperation. Let's talk quickly! Don't be pretentious." Victor patted him on the shoulder.

Pickman began to struggle again: "But... I can't describe it, but I can use a painting to show you the meaning of this riddle, as long as you can provide it..."

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly dilated and he stared straight at Victor's face.

In the picture that appeared in his eyes, Victor's face was being distorted. A dozen parasite-like faces grew out of Victor's face. They had different appearances and were all different. The only thing that was the same was that

Everyone's face was bleeding from the eye sockets, and pus was flowing from their mouths.

"Pickman Van Ray...you are the door..."

This sentence came out from everyone's mouth at the same time.

Pickman's eyes instantly turned bloodshot and he couldn't help but scream.

Ah~~!!

Victor was frightened by Pickman's scream and took two steps back.

He didn't know what happened. They were having a good conversation, but this guy's face suddenly turned extremely pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed as if he had seen some horrific scene.

"The mental body..."

Rianlong's words reminded Victor, but before they could find the power that affected Pickman, the latter collapsed to the ground and fell unconscious.

"Call the doctor!" Victor pointed at the detective supervising Pickman and ordered him in a commanding tone...



In the end, Pickman was sent to the medical room, but the infirmary of the Police Bureau was not a hospital after all, and the conditions were limited. Finally, with Tony's approval, Pickman was sent to the largest hospital in San Fran for treatment, and then

Five more agents were dispatched to guard the place day and night.

I originally thought I could get the answer to the riddle from this painter, but who knew that such an accident would happen at a critical moment.

Victor felt too bizarre and felt a strong discomfort in his heart.

He stood on the terrace of the Police Bureau building and blew in the wind, while Li Anlong stood beside him silently.

"I went to the archives before to find out information about the informant planted by Agent 13 in Sanfran." Victor told Lianlong about his recent trip to the archives with Tony to look up information.

"Why are you targeting Agent No. 13? Do you have any disputes with him?" Li Anlong asked friendly.

Victor did not answer directly, but changed the topic: "I just want to know, assuming that I will plant an informant somewhere, how to vouch for him... Well, I mean, Mr. Minister does not need to come forward.

"

Lianlong agreed and said with a smile: "You must have talked to Mr. Tony, but he probably rejected it."

This kid is really smart, and Victor feels that he should stay away from him in the future.

Li Anlong thought for a while and said: "Mr. Tony's character is very direct and sincere in treating people. Many of the habits of men, such as alcoholism, lust, arrogance, and greed, are not found in him. His only preference is

Horse racing, not...should be betting on horses."

"Betting on horse racing?" Victor felt amazing.

Li Anlong continued to say softly: "Yes, but he always loses. The more he loses, the more addicted he becomes. He has forgotten what it feels like to win. If... you can make him recall that feeling, maybe he will be happy.

He will grant your request."


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