Rawls came back to his senses and looked at the hooded man:
"Sorry, you need the recipe for Sequence 9?"
"Yes." The hooded man's tone was a little excited, but then he became depressed again, "I asked before. Although there were people selling formulas at the party, they were not what I wanted. So I'm not sure about your formula either.
I will buy it.”
If you say this, if I have the formula you need, how can I have the nerve to ask for a high price?
Rawls sighed inwardly, but his tone did not change:
"It doesn't matter, after all we have completed a transaction."
The hooded man clapped his hands and became even more excited:
"Yes, not to mention that Emperor Russell once said that if the transaction is unsuccessful, the friendship will not change. I see that you also bought the emperor's notes, you must be an admirer of the emperor, right? Let me tell you, Emperor Russell
…”
Rawls also wanted to buy the main ingredients for his potion, so he didn't want to continue chatting with this crazy fan of Emperor Russell on this topic. He coughed:
"Sir, what are your requirements for the formula?"
"Uh." The hooded man scratched his head and almost pulled the hood off, "I want the formula of the 'General Knowledge'. I heard someone said that that was the path chosen by the Great Emperor."
You are really the emperor’s biggest fan!
Rawls lowered his head, rolled his eyes, stood up and said:
"Sorry, I don't have this recipe."
The hooded man lowered his head and said in disappointment:
"Okay, but if you want this recipe anytime, you can come to me again."
Rawls did not answer, nodded, walked out of the room, and came to a small room on the first floor. There was an attendant guarding him, stopping him politely, telling him that someone was already inside, and then expressed that he knew
After that, Rawls stood waiting outside the door.
After a while, a man wearing a black robe, a hood and a beautifully carved wooden mask came out. It was the man who had traded with Rawls. He nodded to Rawls and walked towards the living room.
Rawls also nodded and walked into the room. Although the room was small, there were three or four blackboards on both sides of the room. The blackboard on the left was for selling, and the blackboard on the right was for buying. Various demands were written on them.
and items, most of these words are crooked, obviously intentional.
After coming in, Rawls did not directly write down his needs. When the guy wearing the wooden mask walked by him just now, the aroma was definitely emitted by female perfume. It was the same as the last time he attended the dance, and it swooped on him.
The smell of an aristocratic lady is the same.
But judging from the body shape under the black robe, this is definitely a man. Is it to hide his identity, or is there something wrong with his gender?
Shaking his head, Rawls walked to the left and looked around but couldn't find the material he wanted. Then he walked to the right side of a blackboard that was already densely written, picked up the chalk in his right hand and wrote "Cry Baby"
flower and "weird-faced marijuana crystals" written on it.
If someone has the above material and brings it over, that person will put a mark on the back of the material, and the person who needs the material will come here in the second half of the party, see the mark above, and put their
After the demand and mark are erased, you can apply to the attendant and conduct transactions with the person who left the mark.
The difference from the outside is that when the transaction is completed here, even the attendant and Mr. A do not know what the items of both parties are, at least on the surface.
Rawls walked out of the small room and came to the living room to wait quietly.
…
Tingen, on the outskirts of the North District, is a two-story house with a simple style that appears to be in disrepair.
Klein, who had been exercising all afternoon, fell to the ground exhausted. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.
"Get up, your training is not over yet!"
An old voice reached Klein's ears, and Klein subconsciously tried to prop up the board. However, he had no strength left. After several attempts, he still lay on the ground, unable to move.
"Your physical strength and strength are far different from those of the policemen sent before. How did you become a trainee inspector?"
Klein turned over on the ground with difficulty, and complained in his heart, I am a "divineer", not a "corpse collector" or a "sleepless one", and there is no physical bonus.
But you can’t say this out loud. Klein’s lips trembled:
"Well, I'm the kind of person who uses my brain and rarely does physical training."
Klein's fighting training teacher is named Gawain. His blond hair is very short, and his temples are white. The skin on his face has traces of wind and frost infection, and his forehead lines, crow's feet and nasolabial folds are deep and obvious.
At this time, he was sitting in the rocking chair and glanced at Klein:
"College student?"
Klein blinked twice and said doubtfully:
"Do you know my information?"
"Don't think of me as an old-timer. I know that the police department occasionally recruits students from universities. After all, those guys who are converted from police officers to police officers are not very smart. Only you college students will directly give you the status of trainee inspectors.
.”
Alas, although you are not an old man, you have misunderstood! And from what you say, you have a lot of opinions about the police!
There was no argument, and Klein just wanted to continue lying down for a while. The next second, Gawain had already gotten up from the rocking chair, holding his armpits with both hands, and directly lifted Klein from the ground.
The tall Gawain lifted Klein until his feet were off the ground. Klein felt like a cat being lifted up, with his shoulders hanging down like limp noodles.
"Stand up, stand up straight!"
After finally standing up straight with Gawain's help, Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief and heard Gawain shout in his ear:
"5 sets of skipping rope, hurry up, and then you will end today's training."
Klein walked aside with difficulty, picked up the skipping rope, and started the final five sets of exercises.
When he reached the third group, Mr. Gao Wen's door was knocked. After two knocks, the person opened the door and ran in, somewhat out of breath. It was a man in his thirties.
, tall, missing an index finger on his left hand, and holding a newspaper in his hand.
"Glitt, what happened?"
Gawain signaled Klein to stop and walked to Grit. Grit didn't say anything and handed the newspaper in his hand to Gawain. Gawain took the newspaper, which was a copy of "Tasok News". He was keen
noticed the above obituary:
"The respected and kind Mr. Witte Gaude died of serious injuries due to damaged lungs. He passed away at 7:15 pm on July 16th. His funeral will be held at 9:00am on July 19th at Green Cemetery.