People who have rarely done housework feel the hard work of cleaning a room for the first time.
Victor came out of William's office in embarrassment, and the owner of the office had already fled without a trace.
"This is the last time..." Victor said to himself through gritted teeth.
He really couldn't understand why the cleaning staff from the Anti-Suppression Department didn't clean William's office?
They can be seen on the first and second floors, which is really strange...
It was almost evening now, and Victor had just finished William's order. He was busy going to the inner reference room to apply for the orange dream potion, so he hurriedly passed by the counter at the entrance to the third floor.
The bell tower in the center of Renekton rang a dull sound. This was a sound that was often heard, but at this moment it was like a warning, hitting Victor hard.
He stopped in front of the counter and turned to look in a certain direction.
There was nothing there...
Miss Charlotte is not at her post.
After estimating the time, the other party should have returned from get off work early.
So, Victor breathed a sigh of relief and continued with his plan.
He entered the inner data room, obtained a copy of the Orange Dream, and then directly began to use it to detect his upcoming lethality.
Only by becoming familiar with lethality and finding a solution can he imitate the secret identity without any scruples and accelerate his learning progress in order to pass the threshold.
He meditated into a dream, relying on the medicinal effect of the orange dream to keep himself at the structural level, and then observed his body.
This time, he saw no signs of physical deterioration or signs of impending ecstasy. What he saw was a mysterious figure sitting back to back with him.
This scene was a bit scary. Victor didn't know who the figure was, but judging from his figure, he looked very similar to himself.
The two bodies seemed to be mirror symmetrical, but the difference was that the figure behind Victor had some strange substances attached to it, similar to scorching black minerals.
This reminded him of the world he had been dragged into by Pickman's paintings.
Where the heads of the two bodies touched, something strange came out and spread upward, seeming to be infecting Victor's mental body.
He suddenly felt that his mind was a little blocked, and suddenly he thought that in the past he could calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division mentally, but recently he often couldn't concentrate and always forgot what he did in the previous step.
"Is this what you call fear?"
Victor understood the fatality he was about to face, and retreated from the meditative state.
fear……
It was indeed fear.
When he saw Pickman's paintings, Victor was inspired by the lethality of fear.
Now it seems that everything was foreshadowed.
It's just very strange that Victor still hasn't figured out why he can survive.
Also, this time I observed the fatality internally, I didn’t see any movement at the coyote statue.
The thing on his back saved him twice from death, but fear, the coyote statue, did not resist for Victor.
In other words, Victor must find a "Wild Fire of Fever".
Victor had no idea how to get that thing, nor how much it would cost. It must be very expensive.
Not sure if there will be letters, Victor can only rely on Mr. Doubt now.
When we came out of the database, it was already very late, all the lights on the third floor were out, and only a candle on the counter was still lit.
Strange...it's not Miss Sharti who's back, right?
Victor glanced around the counter for a few times and found no one, so he left.
"I can finally have a good rest."
Although Elold was nominally on the run, he was actually dead, but Victor did not report it.
Anyway, there will be no more news about Elold in the future, and Victor can take the opportunity to lie down at home for a while.
However, when he just walked out of the gate of the Anti-Suppression Department, he bumped into a dirty child.
He thought he was accidentally bumped into by a begging child, but instead he gave Victor a note.
"Sir...please give me money..."
After the child handed the note to Victor, he reached for the money.
Although the other party was pitiful, Victor was not the kind of character who would be blackmailed casually. He frowned and felt a little unhappy, but after opening the note, he only glanced at it and stuffed a few coins into the child's face.
Unable to sleep well tonight, Victor called a carriage on the roadside and drove to the address recorded on the note.
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Marina Water Street, a bustling and lively area along Violet Harbor in Renekton.
On the top floor of a certain building, a thin private detective was leaning on a lounge chair, putting his legs on the guardrail, and looking at the hazy flower tower in the distance.
As footsteps sounded, he knew that his guest had arrived, and greeted the people behind him without looking back.
"You're finally here, my dear Watson... Oh no, I should call you... Mr. No. 99 of the Anti-Suppression Department."
Victor stood there quietly. He did not spend time dyeing his hair or disguising himself, because since de Gaulle sent the note to the door of the Anti-Suppression Department, he must have found out his identity.
Victor did not try to argue for himself, but sat in the empty chair next to de Gaulle.
"As expected of a great detective...I disguised myself so well, but you still found out..."
De Gaulle did not look at Victor from beginning to end. He was in a very strange state today. He held a pipe in his hand and stared at the coastline under the night. His eyes seemed to contain thousands of emotions, but they were suppressed and not vented.
"What a great detective..." De Gaulle said calmly, "I, the Queen Mother, realized it later..."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of label from his pocket and threw it on the table on his right.
"What?" Victor lowered his head and saw that it was from a leather shop near Renekton.
"Does it look familiar?" De Gaulle still didn't look back.
Victor smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "I know that store, but..."
"You must have worn boots from that store..." De Gaulle sighed.
Regarding what he said, Victor did not deny that when he first came to Renekton, he changed into a new pair of boots, which was made by that store.
"Joseph's graveyard contains a pair of boot prints, which are yours..." De Gaulle rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You forgot to pay the coachman hush money. Fortunately, I found him and confirmed this..."
Victor recalled that it was indeed the coachman who bought the boots for him.
He wanted to applaud the witty de Gaulle, but his mood was very serious and depressed.
"So..." De Gaulle finally turned to look at him, "Are we still friends?"
Victor's expression froze.
"Of course, Mr. Detective...if you want, you can still treat me as your assistant..."
"Fart..." De Gaulle threw the cigarette ashes directly forward, "Joseph...Darian...the cases of these two people were all led by you, and I became the fool! Then, my dear friend, you secretly pretended
His identity came close to mine, and he worked with me to solve strange cases, which gave me endless confidence, but he never had any intention of telling me the truth..."
"So, who am I? A friend? A loser who failed a client's case and is so poor that he can't even pay the rent. A clown for you, a successful man, to laugh at behind your back?"