A bewildered Miss Justice
at the same time.
In a secluded alley in the Hillston District.
Lorry looked at the Lieutenant Colonel who had contacted him via emergency means with a puzzled expression.
Vera seemed preoccupied, her expression grave as she nodded slightly, her tone a little urgent. "How's the situation with Hayes going?"
"Absolutely no news," Lorry replied in a deep voice.
After saying that, he silently added in his mind, "By now, Hayes has probably already drifted into the sea with the river—no matter how many Informant MI9, no one will ever find him."
"Hoo— "Vera exhaled forcefully, remaining silent for a few seconds.
He then perked up and said, "Let's put this task aside for now and focus on the new one."
Lorry nodded slightly, indicating that he was listening attentively.
At the same time, he felt a lot of anticipation.
He would be happy to do the new mission if it didn't involve the Royal Family and wouldn't endanger his or the Lieutenant Colonel's safety.
After all, Merit in MI9 can indeed be exchanged for valuable items.
"The recent Serial Murder Case— " Vera paused slightly, then asked, "You should know about them, right?"
Lorry nodded. "I saw it in the Newspaper."
That's the truth, but not the whole story.
He had just used the "General Knowledge" Charm to recall the Original Novel text and happened to have read this part of the story, thus grasping many of the details.
Vera nodded slightly and said, "The Police Headquarters has been unable to find the murderer, which has had a very bad impact. His Majesty the King has ordered us to take over the case and find the real culprit as soon as possible."
Do you have any ideas?
It's too narrow-minded, too limited in scope. Lieutenant Colonel —it's not just about my thinking; I even know the murderer is a dog—but I can't tell you directly, otherwise it's impossible to explain.
Lorry silently said to himself, assuming a thoughtful posture.
Of course, he wasn't thinking about the case.
It's something else entirely.
In the Original Novel, the Police Headquarters, or rather MI9, solved cases through the collective efforts of Detective, but the Lieutenant Colonel seems to have made no mention of this at all.
Then he remembered the answer the "Curse of Knowledge" had given him.
Increasing evidence suggests the Old Gentleman was right—I might not really be just a bystander— Lorry sighed inwardly, his thoughts a jumble of complex emotions.
He took a deep breath and chuckled softly, "Lieutenant Colonel, I have a somewhat immature idea about this case."
"Tell me about it." Vera raised an eyebrow slightly.
Lorry coughed and, without any hesitation, copied the correct answer, "Although we are Beyonder, we are still too few in number. It would be very difficult to find the murderer in a metropolis of five million people on our own."
"Perhaps we can cleverly utilize some other forces."
"I remember Emperor Roselle saying that professional matters should be left to professionals. Why don't we consider employing Private Detective?"
"They must have some exceptional qualities to have survived in Backlund. For example, their meticulous logical thinking, their individual networks and circles—"
"Private Detective?" Vera fell silent upon hearing this, lost in thought for a long time. "Give such an important case to them?"
Lorry shook his head and chuckled, "We're not handing it over to them, but rather having them assist us."
"Hiring Private Detective to help us catch the murderer won't affect our investigation, will it? Besides, they wouldn't dare refuse our invitation."
"That makes sense." Vera nodded slightly, somewhat convinced. "Perhaps we could give it a try."
"Perhaps their involvement will bring about some surprising results. Besides, even if they don't help much, they can still distract the killer."
Many things are only separated by a thin veil.
After being exposed by Lorry, the Lieutenant Colonel thought about it more and more and felt that this method was feasible.
His eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Your Sequence may not be high, but you're really smart."
"If this method can help us solve the Serial Murder Case as soon as possible, we'll not only Merit, but we might also get extra rewards!"
"Ahem, Lieutenant Colonel."
"Does this mission earn you a lot of Merit?" Lorry couldn't help but ask.
"Of course," Vera thought for a moment and said, "The Merit allocated to you personally, if converted into Pound, would easily amount to one or two thousand."
One or two thousand Pound?!
Upon hearing this number, Lorry was truly shocked.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have found the right way to open Klein's mind—cough! No, the way to help Mr. "Fool" return to his divine position as soon as possible.
He had it tough; last time he was so poor he had to sell Potion Formula.
By the way, how much will Mr. Fool get this time? I think it's 300 pounds. Hmm—it's a win-win situation for both of them!
Praise to Mr. "Fool"!
As Lorry was engrossed in his inner monologue, Vera suddenly snapped, "Alright, now that we've finished the important stuff, let's get down to business!"
"What kind of spell did you cast on that old man, you brat?"
"Why is it that every time he talks to me after he comes back, he's sarcastic and his conversation always revolves around me wanting him to be sent back to you?"
Lorry was taken aback. "Old man?"
Is the old guy the Lieutenant Colonel is talking about the Old Gentleman from "The Curse of Knowledge"? Uh, Lieutenant Colonel, let me explain—no, no, let me explain...
Emperor Roselle said:
Clever birds choose tall trees to build their nests—isn't it because you don't like to study and can't offer up your precious Mysticism knowledge?
After the mission was outsourced, Lorry continued to stay at home for most of the next few days, burying himself in studying the "Knowledge" Charm, and occasionally researching Albert in his spare time.
This guy still can't speak, which puzzled him quite a bit, and he even had the idea of Fors to ask Miss "Justice" for help.
Of course, this is just an idea.
At this stage, he doesn't intend to attract too much attention from the Tarot Club; he has simply sold the "Trickmaster" Formula to Fors.
Four hundred pounds came in!
This pushed his savings back towards a thousand.
Time flies, and it's Monday again.
A mysterious and secluded Gray Fog Space, inside a majestic and imposing palace.
Miss Justice Audrey would occasionally steal glances at the new member, trying to ascertain her identity. However, perhaps due to the restraint of attending a party for the first time, the new member consistently adhered to the principle of "listening more and speaking less," which meant that although Audrey guessed it might be Fors, she could never confirm it.
Suddenly, "Miss Justice" spoke up, "Miss Magician, do you know about ' Acting Method '?"
"Acting Method?" Fors looked at the other person in confusion.
You know about Acting Method?
With a hint of doubt, she nodded slightly. "I know."
"You know? You know the Acting Method?" Miss Justice paused slightly, feeling the script had exceeded her expectations, and quickly added, "Then—do you know the Law of Indestructibility of Beyonder Characteristic?"
You guys know this too?
Fors glanced at everyone, then weakly replied like a student answering a question, "Beyonder Characteristic don't get destroyed or reduced, they just transfer from one host to another? It should be—"
Is this it?
She looked around at everyone and saw Miss Justice frozen like a wax figure, saw World, Sun Hanged Man all turning their heads to look at her, and saw Mr. Fool's fingers, which had been tapping the Bronze Long Table, stop on the surface. She thought she had said something wrong and couldn't help but shrink back.
A deathly silence fell Bronze Long Table.