Detective's intuition? It sounds like the intuition of a genius player, both of which are unreliable.
The young man was noncommittal. Although Gloria had indeed chosen the most suitable partner in terms of results, Ringer would rather believe that she had an unknown intelligence network at work than believe such a ridiculous reason.
Although when he thought this way, he completely forgot that the favor magic of the [Priest] path was a "premonition", and he had relied on this premonition to avoid countless risks so far.
In the final analysis, perhaps he has never had a real sense of his identity as a magician. He prefers to look at many incredible things in mysticism from the perspective of probability. He is a complete rationalist.
Rationalists will not make arbitrary judgments based on momentary feelings, so Ringer did not feel that what Miss Gloria said was very reasonable, so he agreed to the request for cooperation. Although Alice kept winking at the side and tried to encourage her.
He agreed, but the young man still gave a vague answer: "I still need to go back and discuss this matter with other companions. Please give us some time to think before we make a reply."
"It's a very reasonable request, I have no reason to refuse."
Gloria smiled softly: "I just hope that you can reply to me within three days. After all, time is limited. If you decide to attend this party, you must make full preparations in advance so that you will not be disappointed by your words and deeds."
Details such as manners or dress etiquette are exposed. Can you understand what I say, Mr. Ringer?"
"I understand very well."
Ringer nodded in agreement, because he thought of Alice: If Alice were to pretend to be a guest at the party, she would be exposed before she even entered the door, and the guard might even ask sharply where the invitation was stolen.
Then take it on the spot.
Therefore, a person's temperament is a very important thing and often determines your future and destiny.
"Hey!" Alice stared at Ringer unhappily: "I always feel like you are thinking of something very rude, don't you?"
Retracting his preface, Ringer now believes that there is such a thing as "genius player's intuition".
"No." He replied casually, and then his eyes fell back on the smiling detective lady: "Today is June 12th, and I will give you an answer before the 15th at the latest."
"Then I will wait patiently, although the feeling of waiting is not pleasant." Gloria lowered her head slightly and caressed her chest in greeting: "When you decide to give me an answer, whether you agree or refuse, you can find me here.
.No. 22B Baker Street, the Sherlock Holmes and Watson Detective Agency, the only one in the whole of London. I believe you will never go wrong, Mr. Ringer."
The conversation was obviously over at this point. When the young man was about to say goodbye to her, Alice jumped out again and shouted: "Wait, wait, wait! This isn't fair, it's always Ringer who's talking, Sheng Xia and I
Liya didn't even speak to her, so why did she leave? I'm not convinced, there must be something shady, and I strongly demand that our scenes be returned!"
"Uh." Sheng Xia Liya, who was a step too slow to take action and had no time to stop her, looked a little embarrassed and whispered: "I don't have anything to say, Alice. The questions Ringer asked are what I want to ask.
problem, so..."
"Okay." Alice accepted Saint Shalia's correction and said, "I strongly demand that my role be returned!"
"oh?"
Miss Gloria showed an interested expression: "I wonder what Miss Alice wants to talk to me? Whether it is the details of cooperation or the skills of detectives, I will tell you everything. Of course, if you want to talk to me
I would also welcome a discussion about Mr. Detective's new work "The Hound of the Baskervilles"?"
She didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, but Ringer could only hold his forehead and be speechless. Based on the fact that Alice jumped out to give herself a sense of presence when she had nothing to do, it was not a matter of a day or two. If she forcibly stopped it, I'm afraid it would only irritate this guy.
She had a rebellious mentality, so she didn't stop her.
Anyway, it was just a few words. It was probably that the golden-haired maid was coveting other people's beauty, and under the pretext of asking for personal information such as height, weight, age, hobbies, measurements, etc., it was suspected of constituting sexual harassment. However, so far, the Kingdom's law does not regulate this situation.
There is no clear punishment yet, so we can only condemn her morally.
But this time, Ringer really misunderstood Alice.
"It's not such a superficial thing!"
The golden-haired maid waved her hand with great momentum. She didn't know whether the "superficial" she meant was the discussion about the new detective's work or the dark speculation about Ringer. To prove herself, she stood up from the chair.
He put up a strange and strange posture on the spot, which made Ringer speechless again, made Saint Xalia sigh helplessly, and made the detective lady clapped her hands and applauded, as if she was watching a circus performance... In short, after playing tricks for a while, her left hand didn't know where to start.
He took out a long cassette tape somewhere and slapped it on the table with a "pop" sound.
The golden-haired maid used her other hand to support the weight of her body, leaning forward with her face, almost hitting Miss Gloria's face. She stared straight at her with a pair of sparkling ruby eyes, which revealed
Undisguised desire. Although saying this is suspected of describing the villain, her performance is indeed questionable: "What I want to tell you is very simple, that is, I hope you can use your fingers to gently touch
Check out this cassette!"
Ah, this, I’m shocked, it turns out it’s not sexual harassment, but it’s about serious business?
Ringer looked at her in surprise, as if he had met Alice for the first time, while Saint Xalia's expression was more like seeing her child finally grow up and become sensible, giving her an old mother's sense of relief.
The weirdness of the detective girl is naturally visible to everyone, not to mention the timing and location of her appearance are really subtle. It is normal to associate her with the direction of the girl's power. But if the person who does this is Alice, then
It's not normal anymore.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Alice had no time to pay attention to the mood of the two companions, and still looked directly at Gloria. Her condescending gaze seemed very imposing and oppressive: "
Come on, touch the cassette quickly, Gloria! Don’t worry, just touching it once is enough, it’s absolutely easy, efficient, traceless and painless, right?”
Is this a small advertisement posted on the roadside gas lamp?
Regarding such a suspicious invitation, Miss Gloria showed a sweet smile: "I'd like to refuse."
"Eh!?" Alice was disappointed: "Why?"
"I naturally believe that Miss Alice has no ill intentions. It's just that the detective's intuition tells me that it's better not to touch unknown things easily; even if I want to touch it, it shouldn't be now, because the development of all plots follows logic and
Rational inference. There is no need to worry, Miss Alice, when the time comes, your doubts will naturally be solved."
The detective girl's words had a hidden meaning - or in other words, they had made the meaning obvious, but Alice didn't notice it, because she was very disappointed, very disappointed, more disappointed than losing a game, and she took back the cassette with a murmur.
, he kept spouting words like "stingy", "unsociable", "I won't take you to play with me in the future", like a child whose mind is immature and has developed ahead of schedule.
Gloria smoked her pipe and smiled without saying a word, and Mr. Peanut had no objection.
After that, they left according to the normal procedure. The three Ringers said goodbye to the detective girl and left this suspicious office. The latter sent them to the door until the guests' backs disappeared into the hazy thin film at the end of the street.
In the mist, I looked back and gently closed the old door.
"I've done everything I can, and I hope it's not too late."
Leaning against the door, looking up at the bleak ceiling, the gray in the girl's eyes gradually formed a shadow that could not be driven away: "I can still hold on for a while, right? At least until they agree.
.My luck won’t be so good next time. Don’t throw me into some weird organization again. It’s really unbearable. Well, it’s useless no matter how much you laugh at my weakness. The gap in strength is too huge.
, I’m pretty good at being able to do this. You should be considerate of my difficulties occasionally..."
She muttered, as if she was talking to someone, but the corridor was clearly empty, with only dust growing sour and moldy in the corners.
The sound of talking to oneself lasted for a long time before gradually disappearing, and the whole house, or rather the whole street, returned to silence.