When the performance on the last day was about to end, Victor suddenly felt that his study progress had almost reached perfection and he no longer needed to continue performing, so he prepared to resign to the hat master after the performance.
There is a saying that performing in the clown club is indeed more efficient than setting up a roadside stall. It seems that the more people pay attention to him, the faster he will progress in learning secret transmission.
But just as the curtain was about to end, a guest suddenly asked Victor to divine the last divination for him.
"Today's quota is full." Victor refused the other party impatiently, but this man was very stubborn and asked to perform divination for him alone.
"I can provide you with a separate reward! But you have to go backstage to chat."
The other party was very firm and impatient, as if he would immediately cause trouble if he rejected him.
The Hat Master quickly smoothed things over, calmed the restless audience, and advised Victor to leave as soon as possible.
The guest followed Victor all the way to the back of the stage, grabbing bills from his pocket as he walked.
"For the last time, please help me!"
Without looking back, Victor sat directly on the box where his coat was stored.
The man was anxious and continued to follow: "If you can't help me, I will definitely be finished!"
Why……
Victor finally sighed, and after a very casual calculation, he learned that the other party had indeed encountered something troublesome.
After reaching out and taking the stack of banknotes, Victor looked at the other person.
Wearing a black suit, trousers, a felt hat, and a bow tie, there were wounds on his hands, as if they had been shocked by the butt of a gun.
"Your troubles come from your profession, right?"
Victor asked the other party according to the hexagram.
The man immediately clapped his hands: "Yes, yes, yes! That's so right! You really understand me."
Afterwards, he looked around and saw that there were only two of them in the cloakroom, and then he carefully revealed what he was worried about.
"I... I messed up the job assigned by my boss. I haven't been found out yet. If I am really discovered, it will be over!"
Um?
Victor got a clue from the other party's words. The person in front of him seemed not to be an ordinary nobleman or rich man, but a middle-class employee.
Do people like this also have time to come and watch underground performances?
This question flashed through his mind sensitively, but Victor did not hesitate and continued to ask the other party: "What errand was messed up?"
The man paused for a moment, seemed to be organizing his words, and then replied: "That's right... some valuable items were stolen where I work. Now they are investigating who did it, and the biggest suspect is
Those people hired from outside...such as a group of cleaners, recently arranged to come into the company to clean through my connections, if..."
What the other party said was a starting point, but Victor heard some clues.
He stared at the other person's mask, imagining what the face behind it looked like.
"So, your company will hire outside cleaners to clean the house?"
"Yes... because the place is very large and there is a shortage of manpower, and such simple and cheap work is usually done by outside cleaning companies."
"Ah...a few cleaners can steal your company's items. It seems that your security work is very poor..."
"No, no, no...it's not about this problem. The point is that they might find a scapegoat, such as the cleaner and me..."
"So, you're here to seek luck?"
"Yes, I have been observing your performance for a few days, and I need you to give me that charm to avoid bad luck."
Although the other party tried his best to conceal his true identity and true intentions, Victor immediately guessed that he might be an insider of the White Crown.
If the company he worked for was stolen, if he had not done it himself, he would not be frightened like this, unless the "company" stolen was Secred's presidential palace.
It turns out that the people at Stanford have not slackened their investigation and have already begun to clean up the external miscellaneous personnel.
However, what Victor did not expect was that the cleaning work of the White Crown would be left to outsiders.
In this case, perhaps among their cleaners there really are thieves who stole the president's schedule.
The guy in front of me was very anxious, as if he had found a life-saving straw, he almost knelt on the ground and begged Victor.
Thinking about it, if he was found guilty, the best outcome would be to lose his current decent job.
In the worst case, you may have to face jail time.
So, Victor wrote him a Yang Talisman, which made the other party feel at ease and happy to leave the club.
However, as soon as he left, Victor keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Since this man is eager to solve the problem, why is he still in the mood to come and watch Victor's performances for several days in a row?
So, he quickly changed his clothes and chased after the man through the passage where he left. On the way, he met the hat master who was leaving the stage and asked him to leave.
"I won't come again, bye!"
The words were short, but they showed Victor's attitude. The Hat Master did not hold back, but just bowed towards his back.
"I will send you your used clothes as a gift. In the future... we should meet again. I hope you don't forget that I helped you this time."
Victor ignored him and immediately put an invisibility spell on himself. When he caught up with the man, he followed him at a safe distance of ten meters away.
The guy left the secluded club, walked out of the building, and ran across the street.
Victor saw him walking to the trash can on the roadside, taking off his mask and stuffing it in, and then took out a red-brimmed felt hat from inside.
This kind of hat was very familiar to Victor because it was part of the uniform set of the Inspection Bureau.
"Inspection Bureau?"
Victor's expression changed slightly. He had never heard Tony say that he would send someone to the club to investigate.
Besides, Victor didn't think that Tony knew the current address of the Clown Club.
And didn’t that guy say that his “company” lost something? Then he should be a member of the White Crown, why is it the Inspection Bureau?
Who is he working for?
Victor smelled an unusual smell of conspiracy and chased him across the road.
However, by coincidence, a bloody conflict occurred on the roadside at night.
A loaded carriage crashed into the roadside, scattering a group of Liberal Party propagandists who were just about to call it a day.
In the car was a group of fanatics who supported the Progressive Party. They chose to express their protest to the supporters of their rivals tonight, and the method they adopted was-violent fights!
Victor's progress was hindered by the crowd that beat him together. By the time he crossed the road, the Intelligence Bureau agent pretending to be a White Crown officer had disappeared.
After calming down, Victor carefully analyzed the other party's purpose on the roadside, and it seemed that he deliberately revealed the news to himself.
"Cleaning company? Could it be that someone within the Inspection Bureau has discovered clues about the theft of the Presidential Palace? But why did you notify me so sneakily? Are you not willing to let me notice his existence?"
From tonight on, the Renekton Inspection Bureau has gained another layer of mystery in Victor's heart. He thought of this organization responsible for the security of the country too simply.