Chapter 292 Quietly wait for the supplement on May 5
He was late, about ten minutes late. When he sat down, Ellie happened to finish a serving of vanilla ice cream.
"Don't talk yet, let me guess. There must be something wrong, right? It's probably bad news."
Xing Ze sat down opposite Ai Li, smiled bitterly and said, "Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"
"Can you change the metaphor? I don't want to be such a disgusting existence."
Xing Ze shrugged his shoulders, picked up the menu at hand and looked at it, "It's been a busy morning." He complained, and then talked about what just happened.
In the end, Xing Ze decided on his own lunch combo, a fish and chips set plus a cup of green tea. Tea is essential, and even in such hot weather, he still drinks hot tea.
This habit seems a bit incomprehensible to many British people. After all, most of them who like tea will choose cooler tea drinks in midsummer, such as iced black tea.
"Those snake people are related to the old singers. From this point of view, their human trafficking may be related to the snake people." Ellie bit her ice cream spoon and speculated, "Do you remember those four corpses?"
"You want to say that the snake people are using humans to hatch their offspring?"
"That's quite possible isn't it?"
Xing Ze nodded, "Go on, dear lady. Is there any good news from you in the past three days?"
"Not much." Ellie shook her head. "The Muggle police are still looking for the sports car. I went to look for those people named Kimball. All I can say is that I excluded most of the people on the list.
.Some of them are dead, some are lying in the hospital, and some are missing."
Hearing this, Xing Ze frowned and asked, "Isn't there anyone useful?"
The eldest lady put the small spoon in her mouth back into the ice cream cup and asked, "What do you mean by useful?"
Xing Ze really didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't know what kind of person Frank was looking for. He only knew that his surname was Kimball.
Obviously, this is undoubtedly equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.
"But it's not without some gains. I've seen Frank in some places, but with his flamboyant personality it's impossible to keep a low profile. He was recognized by the University Hospital in Liverpool and a nursing home in the suburbs.
"Of course, the Muggle police are still continuing their investigation. As long as they can collect enough information, they may be able to piece together what Frank is looking for."
The waiter brought the set meal, and the eldest lady reached out and took the cup of green tea, "I'm thirsty, let's give him a cup." The waiter nodded and retreated.
Xing Ze looked at Ellie with a depressed look and reminded: "I'm afraid you won't be used to drinking tea without sugar."
"Single tea is indeed not my first choice, but the vanilla ice cream is too sweet. I have to find something to relieve my tiredness. Let's go back to the investigation. Since you suspect that the Old Record Gang is related to the Snake Man, then you
Have you reminded Ruiben and the others?"
"Hmm. But since the police department has been investigating the Old Record Gang for so long, they probably won't give up easily. I can only tell them to be careful."
Ellie blew on the tea and took a sip. The bitter taste made her frown, "Also, about that madman, what do you call him? Shakespeare? His identity is still a mystery.
There's nothing to prove where he came from."
"Stop those people wasting their time. Let West see if he can make a potion that resists poison. Otherwise, those snake people will secretly use poison."
"He has already started to do that, but it will take time. Do you have any news? You should sort out something in the past three days, right?"
Xing Ze swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "It seems I don't have to go to Brichester alone."
"Um?"
"Shakespeare wrote four letters asking for help, all of which received replies. They arranged to meet at Margaret's Restaurant."
"Really? Where did you get the news?"
"It's in that gentleman's diary. Before the police came, I took his diary. But the diary didn't record anything about what they were investigating."
"When are you going to tell me about this?" Ellie asked somewhat unhappily.
"At least give me some time to sort out the contents of the diary. Another thing to note is that Frank may have more than one employer."
"Is anyone still looking for that book?"
"I think so. There is a person mentioned many times in the diary, but the abbreviations are used. He seems to have entrusted Frank and his group with something."
"That abbreviation is SUE?"
"No, they call him V."
"Okay, I don't have any clue." Ellie spread her hands, "Then you plan to meet the guys who came to rescue?"
"Yes, I'll see if I can get anything out of them. If these people and Shakespeare, uh, that guy's name is Quentin, I saw his name in the diary..."
"Who would write their name in a diary?"
A person with multiple names. Xing Ze thought to himself that these time travelers would not be stupid enough to use their real names to complete tasks in this world.
"Perhaps he is afraid that the diary will be lost." Xing Ze replied, "Anyway, if these people are friends with Quentin, they may have information exchanges."
Ellie thought for a moment and took another sip of tea, "Ah, it's so bitter. How did you drink this without sugar? Okay, then I'll continue to investigate the old record gang and the guy named Kimball. Who knows?"
Is there such a person?"
"Be careful, Miss Shafik." Xing Ze reminded, "They will also attack you."
"the same as you."
Two-thirty in the afternoon, Margaret's Restaurant.
Xing Ze raised his hand and looked at the time. It was still a while before the appointed time, but the restaurant's front desk manager had secretly glanced at him many times.
Since the last incident with the chef, he was probably on the blacklist of this restaurant, but this time he got the approval of the chef.
The restaurant's location near the restroom was reserved for these time-travelers to meet. A waiter brought a plate of chocolate cake to Xing Ze.
"The chef gave it to you, sir," he said.
The busiest time of the restaurant has passed, and the kitchen should now be doing the finishing work.
"Thank him for me."
"Perhaps you can tell him in person later." The waiter smiled and said, "He will come over later."
"Really? Okay."
After the waiter left, Xing Ze scooped out a small piece of cake with a spoon and put it into his mouth. The taste of the cake was quite good, and the feeling of melting in the mouth made people quite fascinated.
After eating half of the cake, the chef walked to the table and said with a smile: "I hope you like this."
“Very good, I hope the price is not too expensive.”
The chef sat down opposite Xing Ze and said, "I'm going to treat you to this. The chocolate cake is best paired with Bordeaux red wine, so it will taste better."
"It's a pity that I stopped drinking."
"I guessed it. Otherwise, you would have opened a bottle the last time we came to dinner. It seems that the lady respects you very much. Is she your fiancée?"
Xing Ze almost choked on the cake. He patted his chest and said, "No, it's just a partner. I owe her a meal."