The unlucky private detective
Actions he took include but are not limited to:
Guide Fors to share the crimes of Capim on Tarot Club.
As a reporter, in the name of seeking information for himself, through the intermediary Qiao, he entrusted Old Kohler to operate near Black Palm Street.
The purpose of the former is to plant a seed in Klein's heart.
As for the latter, it is to ensure that Old Kohler can appear in front of them to the greatest extent when Klein accompanies Mike reporters to interview East Borough.
This is an attempt by Lorry to make the world process conform to its own known development.
From the current point of view, the progress is quite smooth - this can be confirmed from what Qiao said about Klein and the three people who happened to come to Ceramics Factory.
If nothing else, tomorrow will be the time to harvest the fruits.
Klein has the harvest of Klein.
He has his.
"Haha, it feels like doing something big secretly..." Lorry collected his scattered thoughts, chuckled twice and turned his attention to Mask.
At this time, the introduction relayed by Fors naturally came to his mind:
"As long as the user wears this Mask, the user will transform into Calmness. There will be no emotional ups and downs. At the same time, he can also gain strong recovery ability, exaggerated speed and outstanding strength, and master a certain amount of Black Magic and Primitive Curse.
"The disadvantage is that as the number of uses increases, the wearer will become less and less human, becoming more and more Coldness, and eventually regard himself as God."
Is it a man-made product similar to "False Face" or Sealed Artifact made by "Vampire" Beyonder Characteristic... The probability of the latter seems to be greater...
However, the negative effects are serious. Do you want to try its ability?
Lorry is caught in a dilemma.
At the same time.
Within Empress Borough, Luxury Villa of the Earl Hall.
After putting together a Psychology book and preparing to take a bath and sleep, Audrey·Hall planned to give a little reward to the pet dog who accompanied him in his studies.
She opened the small leather bag under the other person's abdomen and found that there was nothing inside.
"Susie, Annie has fed you?" Audrey asked nicely, Annie is her personal Maid, and she usually shares the work of taking care of Susie.
"No..."
Golden Dog shook his head blankly and muttered, "After dinner, I stayed with you in Study reading, what happened?"
Audrey opened the empty small leather bag and asked suspiciously:
"Susie, you will Door Opening...
"Have you learned how to open it yourself and eat snacks now?"
"Wow! It's not me!" Golden Dog kept turning in circles aggrievedly, pointing anxiously, "It must be the friend of your two friends!"
"Come on, you saw the biscuits inside this afternoon, just eat them. I won't blame you." Audrey said angrily.
She brought another pack of dog snacks and stroked the pet dog's head:
"Susie, lying is wrong--
"You have to be honest."
But I really didn't eat it secretly...Golden Dog wailed in his heart, smelling the fragrant biscuits, but couldn't bring up any desire to eat.
Audrey couldn't help but frown his beautiful eyebrows when he saw this scene.
"Mind Reading"'s feedback told her:
Susie didn't lie!
It's really too much. After all, Beyonder, who is at least Sequence 8, actually bullies a dog... Audrey pursed his lips hard and thought angrily.
She lowered her head and looked at Susie again, feeling particularly guilty.
Poor Susie, I really didn't mean to wrong you...
Thursday, early morning.
Klein appeared at the cheap cafe near Black Palm Street. After looking around, he walked towards Old Kohler in the corner.
Almost at the same time.
Lorry takes Hired Carriage and rushes to Cherwood Borough.
Today is the day he agreed to meet with the two Private Detective last week. Since he is not sure when he will be back, he leaves a little more time.
I don't know if they have discovered the whereabouts of Altair... If they have, I will find a way to find someone to report it to Church of Storms...
This group of "irritable old men" have always spared no effort in dealing with wild Beyonder, especially Cultist, and are at the forefront...
While the carriage was driving, Lorry's thoughts began to wander endlessly.
Outside the car window, there is an endless stream of pedestrians.
Now is the time when most workers rush to work.
Under the gloomy clouds, in the cool morning breeze, and in the misty drizzle, gentlemen and ladies walked forward wearing top hats, gauze hats or holding umbrellas.
On both sides of the road are small carts with extended ceilings, and various specialty foods are displayed behind glass display cases, and the aroma fills the air.
The stall owners were busy and busy, often shouting to attract customers.
"Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water..." Lorry murmured in a low voice as he looked out the window at the people working hard for life, and suddenly pulled the curtains.
Not long after.
The carriage arrived at the residence of the first Private Detective.
Lorry's eyes swayed, and with his far superior vision, he could easily see the wooden sign hanging at the door. The black ink on it outlined a line of words:
Temporarily closed.
He calmly withdrew his gaze and told the coachman:
"Keep going and get off at the intersection."
After a while, Lorry turned back and pulled the rope implicating Doorbell.
Jingle bell--jingle bell--
Soon, a voice sounded inside:
"Sorry, my master is not feeling well and cannot accept commissions recently."
Lorry looked back twice to make sure no one was paying attention, and quickly lowered his voice and said, "I am your master's client, and I came here last week."
"Wait a moment."
The footsteps inside the door gradually faded away, and it seemed that Maid was planning to go back to ask for instructions.
Not long after, the door was opened from the inside.
Lorry was led by Maid towards the Sofa area where he sat last time. At a glance, he saw Private Detective with his right leg in a plaster, standing straight on Tea Table.
The middle-aged Detective showed an apologetic wry smile:
"Excuse me, sir.
"You should have seen that I can't continue to complete the commission now.
"This is my personal reason and has nothing to do with the commission. I will refund your deposit right now. If necessary, I can also introduce you to other outstanding colleagues."
Lorry sat on Single Sofa on the other side, took the Black Tea from Maid, said thank you casually, and looked at Mr. Detective again:
"If it's convenient, could you tell me what's going on?" As he spoke, his eyes fell on the other party's legs.
The middle-aged Detective sighed and laughed at himself, "It's not inconvenient. I'm probably going to say goodbye to this industry anyway."
After saying that, he showed a look of reminiscence:
"On the third day after receiving your commission, that is, last Saturday, I was going to go to East Borough's Valen Street to ask Informant about the progress of the investigation. As a result, I was knocked over by a carriage that suddenly rushed out at the intersection. The wheel ran over my leg, and then... it turned into what you see now."
"East Borough shouldn't have many carriages, right?" Lorry frowned slightly.
"That's true, but there are always exceptions to everything." Middle-aged Detective shrugged, "Haha, maybe I am the one unlucky guy?"
"By chance, I met a Hired Carriage that was willing to East Borough. It happened that a little bastard threw a lit Match at the horse's tail. It happened that the frightened horse hit me with the carriage behind it... Damn it, that guy was still a street kid and had no money to compensate for my medical expenses!"