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Chapter 61: Remarks on the Release

Chapter 61: Acknowledgements for Book Launch

This is my first time writing a book and I don't know anything. I never thought that I would have to write an acknowledgement for book launch. I even searched whether I had to write an acknowledgement for book launch, hahahaha.

Finally I decided to write it because there are some things I really want to talk to you all.

First of all, this book was actually written for my own amusement at the beginning, because of a very interesting idea. Because it was written for my own amusement, I did not have sufficient preparation, only a vague outline, many details and plots were missing, and they were all thought up while I was typing. Now that I have written this, it has even deviated from the original outline, so I have revised the outline a lot.

So there are many bad and unreasonable parts in my plot, and the fighting and wits parts are really unreasonable and stupid. Maybe I will revise the story after it is finished. Well, maybe, I will talk about this later.

Actually, when I first started writing, I didn't think I could keep writing. When the data for the first day was released, I found that I had 8 favorites. I was so happy that I felt like flying, because these 8 people made me feel full of motivation to write. Every day when I saw the number of favorites increase, I would be very happy and motivated to continue writing. Although there were times when the number of new favorites was 0, I didn't give up. I still remember that there was a time when the number of new favorites was 33. At that time, I thought the APP had a malfunction and added an extra 3 for me, hahahaha. Then I wrote day by day, and suddenly one day I received a notification that I could sign the contract.

I didn't think I could sign a contract. I did dream about signing a contract, but I didn't think I had the ability to do so. I also didn't think I could be listed so soon. I thought I would have to wait until 300,000 to be listed.

Then let's talk about this book. Although I didn't think I could finish it at the beginning, as my first novel signed and put on the shelves, I will try my best to give it a complete ending.

And I think the biggest highlight of this book is its imagination. Eve is Xiaoke's sister. Many people read this book because of this setting.

I am very clear about my own strengths and weaknesses. My writing is mediocre, the characters are thin, the plot is not well handled, and there are logical bugs. Many places are awkward for me to read, and some places are forced to be sensational, and there is no writing strength at all. After saying this, I feel so useless, but this is also the truth.

Alas, but I will try my best to make sure that this book is not useless, at least not as useless as mine.

I read everyone's comments and I really like them. I am happy when I see praises and sad when I see criticisms. But I will accept them no matter they are good or bad. I just hope that the criticisms can be gentler because I am a bit sensitive. There are more comments about the plot. Some of them are very interesting and I love to read them. This is also one of the main reasons why I love to read comments.

If you have any questions, please feel free to raise them. I will try my best to change them if possible.

I once saw a reader asking if he could know the knowledge of Sefirah Castle. At that time, I hesitated whether to reply. Now I can't find it. Maybe I didn't find it, or it may have been deleted.

In order to prevent other readers from having similar doubts, let me explain it here. Just knowing the name of Sefirah Castle is no problem. Leonard knew Sefirah Castle in the Mysteries, and even knew the Lord of Mysteries, but he didn't know what the Lord of Mysteries represented. He just knew the name.

Secondly, I'm going to update. To be honest, I'm pretty bad at updating. I'll try to update more frequently in the future. Oh, by the way, I have exams in the next few days. I'm afraid. I hope I won't stop updating.

By the way, I saw some readers asked about the group. I am very socially anxious and have no intention of setting up a book club for the time being. Of course, if any reader wants to set up one, I will support it.

Finally, of course, I would like to thank all the readers. Thank you for your support. Thank you. Without you, I would have given up writing long ago.

Happy New Year everyone.

That's about it. This is the first time I write a comment on the listing, so please forgive me if you have any questions.

　I'm sorry for not updating for so many days. I'm not skipping an update, I'm just having a writer's block. There are a lot of scenes in my mind, but I don't know how to connect them together, so I plan to stop for a while.

　　Everyone, please stop chasing me and don't subscribe to me. Now I'm really worried about whether I can finish it. Those who have turned on automatic moderation should turn it off and come back when it reaches 500,000 words. Don't worry about the book dying because no one subscribes to it.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 63 Help

Chapter 63 Help

"You're back so soon?" Eve looked at Ruirui in surprise. She was holding a fish in her hand and was gutting it. The fishy smell filled the air and drifted into the black cat's nose.

Ruirui walked gracefully to Eve's side and rubbed her head against her calf. "Come and see if dinner is ready. Zhou Mingrui has prepared several dishes, but you've just started this one. You're being lazy again."

"Get lost," Eve pushed Ruirui with the back of her hand and said, "How dare you say that to me? Didn't you also go to see Zhou Mingrui during work hours?"

"Hurry up and go to work," Eve rubbed her little ears with the back of her hand and said, "I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Ruirui rolled her eyes at him, jumped into the door made of starlight, and returned to Tingen.

The black cat's little nose twitched, catching the smell of blood in the air, and followed the smell all the way to the lower street.

The lower street was where the poor gathered, and there were many smells of blood mixed together. Some were relatively light, probably because a long time had passed since the injury and the wound had already scabbed over. Some were very strong, as if they had just been injured. Some were not only strong but also fishy, probably because of pus or even rot.

Ruirui followed the fishy smell across the dirty streets and came to a simple and dilapidated inn.

This is a hotel specially opened for homeless people. The conditions are very poor. There are more than a dozen beds in a room. The so-called bed is just a hard door panel. There is no pillow, and the quilt is a thin piece of rag with many holes.

But it only costs 2p to stay here for a night, and guests can use the public toilet for free. Adequate sleep will make them more energetic, and the toilet will make them cleaner, which will make it easier for them to find a job. This is a great place for homeless people, and there are more homeless people who can only disappear in uninhabited corners.

The black cat sneaked into the hotel silently. In the dim small room, several younger men gathered in the corner and chatted in a low voice. They recalled their previous life, complained about the bad present life, and talked about where to find a job tomorrow. Their voices were very low because more people were taking the time to rest. If they spoke loudly, they would have to bear the anger of everyone.

The source of the bloody smell was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. He lay flat on the door panel with his eyes closed, his left hand resting on his right arm, and occasionally opening his cloudy eyes.

He pulled out a sleeping spell from the silver plate and chanted "Scarlet" in ancient Hermetic language in his heart. The power of sleep swept through the room, and people closed their eyes one by one and fell into a sweet dream.

Ruirui used both claws to lift a small corner of the quilt, revealing the man's right arm. Where the hand was originally, there was only a piece of gray-blue cloth wrapped around the man's wrist. The cloth was not clean, and some blood was seeping out of it. The man did not want others to know about his injury, so he covered his severed hand with his sleeve.

Ruirui untied the cloth with her mouth, looked at the slightly rotten wound, pulled out a bottle of red potion from the silver medal and poured it on the wound.

The moment the red potion was poured, it all flowed towards the wound, gradually fading and finally disappearing after coming into contact with the wound.

The rotten wound began to heal, but it would take some time for the right hand to grow back.

The sleeping spell Ruirui used was not very effective and the sleeping time was relatively short. She waited for a while, and when the man showed signs of waking up, she meowed into the man's ear and left.

Under the scarlet moon, the black cat nimbly moves through the city.

Hmm?

Black Cat stopped and looked at the night watchman squatting in the bushes next to the apartment. She raised her head and saw a sleeping lady through the window. The lady was very beautiful, and her charming appearance could easily arouse people's desire to protect her.

Ruirui thought about it and decided to meet him since they happened to meet.

"Meow~"

A cat's cry broke the silence of the night. Leonard subconsciously turned his head to look and suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

That black cat!

The black cat might have the strength of a demigod, but he can't defeat him.

"Old man, old man," Leonard called out in a whisper, "Do you have any way to get out of this predicament?"

"Don't worry about it." An old voice sounded in Leonard's mind.

"Old man…"

"Meow."

The black cat called again, then squatted on the branch and looked down at him.

Leonard couldn't help but hold his breath, his heartbeat gradually quickened, and he stared at the black cat vigilantly.

After a long time, the black cat turned and left, disappearing into the night.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and walked carefully to the branch where the black cat had been crouching. The Midnight Poet's good physical fitness allowed him to easily climb up the tree without touching the branch.

The poet hung on the tree, leaning over to observe the branch.

A tiny, fine tuft of black hair on the dark brown branch swayed slightly in the crimson moonlight, as if it was about to merge with the darkness and would dissolve into the night at any time.

Leonard was delighted, and held his breath for fear that the tuft of hair would be blown away. He carefully stretched out a hand and pinched it.

…

After dismissing the Night Watcher, Ruirui continued to wander around Tingen City in a good mood. The Night Watcher should be able to close the case soon.

A familiar figure flashed before my eyes.

Ruirui looked at the girl in black sneaking along the street. Wasn't she the one the Nighthawk was watching?

A thought flashed through her brown eyes. She quietly followed the girl and watched her easily climb over the wall and sneak into a company. She took out the account book and quickly copied it.

This is a building materials company, Ruirui immediately understood.

Eve suspected that someone in the Loen royal family might want to become the "Black Emperor". The Black Emperor's ceremony required the construction of nine mausoleums and large-scale living sacrifices in the mausoleums, all of which required a large number of ordinary people.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It is difficult to completely conceal such a large-scale construction as the construction of nine mausoleums. Not only would it be very noisy, but it would also require a large amount of manpower and material resources.

The source of manpower should be those who have been trafficked. The Rose Society and the Rose School of Temperance are jointly investigating.

As for material resources, part of the investigation is to investigate some building materials companies that may be involved.

This lady should be the one investigating this building materials company.

However, as they are being monitored by the Nighthawks, the difficulty of the mission will be increased.

Rarity jumped into the office and asked in a low voice, "Can I help you, miss?"

A talking black cat?

Sherman was filled with surprise, but in an instant she put away the surprise on her face and looked at the black cat warily.

"Are you a witch from the Rose Society?" Ruirui asked softly again, "I am a member of the Rose Society."

Xueman was shocked, pursed her lips, and stared at the black cat with disbelief in her eyes. She had heard from her teacher that there was a special existence among the top leaders of the Rose Society. It was not only because she was a cat, but more importantly, she was deeply loved by the Lord, living in the Lord's kingdom all year round and accompanying the Lord.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the black cat in front of her carefully. Is that true? No way, that gentleman rarely participates in the meetings of the Rose Society's top leaders, and even the Rose Society's top leaders rarely meet him. How could she meet him like this?

Seeing the girl's suspicious eyes, Rui Rui thought for a while and pulled out a badge from the silver plate. Sherman stared at Rui Rui with wide eyes as she pulled out the witch's holy emblem bit by bit.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound of something landing.

The witch's holy emblem was thrown to the ground and bounced to Sherman's feet with a clatter.

Sherman stared down at the witch's holy emblem at her feet.

It seems... to be a real holy emblem.

The girl squatted down stiffly, held up the holy emblem with both hands, and looked at Ruirui in disbelief with a slight tremor.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 64: Devout Believer

Chapter 64: Devout Believer

"Do you believe it now?" Ruirui asked, licking his front paw.

The girl's head shook stiffly from side to side twice, like a clockwork robot.

"How could that sir throw the Lord's holy emblem on the ground like this?" Sherman gradually came to his senses, tightly grasped the witch's holy emblem, held it close to his heart, took a deep breath and questioned, but in order to avoid being discovered, his voice was very low.

Looking at his pious appearance, he must be a member of the Society of the Rose, and actually a devout believer.

In fact, she was a very serious cat at the beginning and was respectful to Eve, but Eve was really out of touch.

"Sure enough," Ruirui rolled her eyes silently in her heart, "Distance creates beauty."

"And that gentleman lives in the Lord's kingdom, how could I easily meet him?" Sherman continued to question, holding the witch's holy emblem tightly in his hand, staring at the black cat vigilantly.

Ruirui thought of the small, somewhat messy house and fell silent.

After hesitating for a moment, Ruirui decided to help Eve preserve her image in front of her followers, and said, "I... am indeed not that lady. I am her descendant."

"I didn't mean to drop the holy emblem on the ground. I just didn't hold it firmly in my hand and it dropped accidentally."

Sherman stared at Rarity suspiciously, "Really?"

"Really." Ruirui said helplessly.

"I need to confirm it before I can believe you," Sherman said seriously, "You tomorrow... uh... I'm not very convenient these days, come back to me later."

"You will come here again tomorrow night," Ruirui sighed in her heart, "hand copying is not only tiring but also slow. I will bring a camera tomorrow night and take pictures directly."

"No, no," Sherman shook his head and said, "The sound and flash of the camera will alert the security personnel, and the words can't be clearly photographed in such a dim environment."

And it would be terrible if there was any problem with the camera you brought, Sherman added silently in his heart.

"I have a way to isolate the light and sound in this room. If you are worried, you can bring your own camera." Ruirui said, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. I am just a kind cat passing by. I will bring a camera tomorrow night. You can also bring your own, but the price of the camera is not cheap."

Ruirui jumped lightly to the window, looked back at her and said, "Goodbye."

Backlund Jowood District

"I'm back," Eve, wearing a cat-head lace apron, propped up her hands on the dining table, and proudly showed off like a peacock with her head held high, "Look, the Desi grilled fish I made by hand is definitely not worse than the one at Bayam's restaurant."

Ruirui didn't say anything, but looked at the layout of the room carefully as if she was seeing the house for the first time.

Eve, who didn't wait for Rarity's praise, tilted her head and looked at her in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Your kingdom of God is truly unique."

Ruirui suddenly exclaimed.

Eve was confused, her ocean-blue eyes were filled with doubt, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared, replaced by confusion on her face.

Eve rubbed her hair with her fingers, thought for a while and then asked, "What happened to my kingdom of God?"

"Nothing." Ruirui wagged her tail and said lazily, "Before, he said he was as good as the chef at Miss Audrey's house, but now it's Bayam's restaurant. Which restaurant in Bayam is it?"

Eve pointed with her fingers and said carelessly, "There's more than one cook in Miss Audrey's family. Maybe there's one whose cooking skills are not so good."

The chefs in Earl Hall's family are all hired by the Earl at high salaries. They are not only highly skilled in cooking but also good at developing new dishes. Many aristocratic families are like this, and some of their dishes are exclusive secret recipes.

"My cooking skills are also very good. It will be no problem for me to be a chef in a restaurant." Eve put one hand on her waist and pointed at the dishes on the table.

Ruirui squatted there and looked at Him quietly.

"What's that look in your eyes? Okay, okay," Eve raised her hands above her head in a gesture of surrender, "I admit that I was bragging," He muttered at the end, "Isn't it normal that I can't compare to Miss Audrey's chef?"

…

the next day

Sherman was wearing a white dress, which made her look even more charming. She stood in the store and listened to the clerk introduce various cameras and their prices. She unconsciously rubbed the handle of her handbag with her fingers, and occasionally touched her hair, trying to keep her face calm.

It's really expensive!

Moreover, she is still unemployed. Even if she grits her teeth and buys a camera, the living expenses in the future will become a big problem.

"Thank you," Sherman forced a smile, "I need to think about it for a while to choose a camera that's right for me."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Okay, miss," the clerk smiled a standard professional smile, and his attitude was still humble and polite, which made people feel comfortable. "I look forward to your coming again. I wish you a pleasant day."

"Goodbye." Sherman nodded to the clerk and hurriedly left the store. Her steps were fast, but she still maintained a ladylike demeanor and did not look like she was running away at all.

The girl glanced behind her inconspicuously and saw a thin man wearing a silk hat following her not too far away. He must be a novice and his tracking skills were not very advanced. Compared with professional assassins, his skills were poor.

This is a night watchman.

Not only was there a night watchman behind her, but there was also a night watchman in the apartment she rented.

For some unknown reason, a group of night watchmen came to the apartment where Sherman rented early in the morning. Although they were not there to check on her, Sherman was still very nervous.

Fortunately, the person following him was a novice, and it seemed that the Nighthawks had not yet discovered that he was a member of a secret organization. But they were wandering around the apartment where he rented, and he didn't know how long it would take to investigate. If it took too long, he might be exposed, but if he moved, it would seem too deliberate.

Sherman thought for a while and decided not to go back to Wendel Street in the North District for the time being.

She had always been very cautious and did not keep anything that would reveal her identity in the apartment she rented. Instead, she hid it in a house on Daffodil Street that she rented under a false identity. She was not worried that the night watchmen would find anything in her house as there was nothing to hide.

In this case, it is better to stay away from the night watchmen to reduce the risk of exposure.

Then continue looking for a job.

She had been looking for a job these past few days. Although she would return to Backlund after completing the mission, and her savings were enough to support her until she returned to Backlund, it was unusual for her not to look for a job after she lost her job and had no source of income and not much savings. She didn't want to appear abnormal and arouse the suspicion of the Nighthawks.

Klein followed Sherman not far away. The captain, Lady Cecima, Leonard, and the new "Scroll Professor" Dana Johnson were investigating the Black Cat case on Wendel Street in the North District. Frye was on duty at Chanis Gate, and Coenley was doing his daily patrol in the cemetery... In short, everyone had a job, so this commission fell to Klein and Luo Yao, who were temporarily unemployed.

Dana was sent by the Backlund Archdiocese to temporarily replace Old Neil. He arrived the day after Old Neil left. Although he was only temporarily replacing Old Neil, the Backlund Archdiocese should have wanted him to help investigate the Black Cat case, otherwise there would be no need to send a Sequence 6.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 65 It's really lively

Chapter 65: It's really lively

"Accommodation is 2p, the same price day and night."

I heard footsteps entering the hotel. The boss was leaning on a wooden chair with his feet resting on the old wooden table in front of him, which had obvious wear and tear on the edge. He looked at the newspaper and spoke without raising his head.

Dunn stepped forward and knocked on the table.

The boss raised his head impatiently and looked at the newcomer. His expression changed instantly. He put down his legs, stood up, and said in a flattering manner: "Hello, officer, hello, officers, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Please..." The boss subconsciously wanted to say "Please take a seat" but was embarrassed to find that there were only two old chairs in the whole room, but there were four police officers. The lowest position had two silver stars, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them. "...Have some tea."

The innkeeper was glad that he had hidden some tea in the inn, and there were exactly four teacups. He bent down to get the key from the drawer, and to prevent the tea from being stolen, he locked it in the cabinet, and the same with the teacups.

"No need," said one of the middle-aged men wearing square-framed glasses with a smile. He had the temperament of a professor and was carrying a large, bulging brown leather bag. If it weren't for the inspector's uniform, he would definitely be mistaken for a university professor. "We are here to investigate a theft case. A suspect may have lived here."

"Officer, I am a law-abiding citizen," the hotel owner hastily explained, "I did not..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Cecima said sternly, "Take us to search."

The boss was relieved. He was not afraid of the police searching the room. After all, there were only some rotten wooden boards and rags in the room. It didn't matter if they took them away. What he was afraid of was checking the ID of the guests. Most of the guests in this hotel were homeless people, and many of them did not have ID. If they were found out, they would not only face a fine, but also face the consequence of closing down.

"squeak-"

There was a teeth-grinding sound of a door opening. Leonard took a look at the old wooden door, which was of who knows how many years old. It was full of holes and there were traces of insects and man-made scratches. It was normal to have bugs in such a place. In fact, there were many bed bugs in the worse hotels.

There is no one staying in the hotel now. Although this hotel only costs 2 pence, it is still affordable for a few homeless people. Moreover, daytime is the time to look for work, and those who can stay in the hotel will choose to stay at night.

"We're going to search separately." Leonard turned and said to his boss outside the door.

"Okay, okay." The boss smiled ingratiatingly, closed the door respectfully and left.

After closing the door, the fawning smile on the hotel owner's face suddenly disappeared, and he whispered to the door.

In the room, Leonard locked the door with his backhand and began to pretend to search. The soundproofing of this hotel room was very poor, and people outside could hear the movements inside. Although divination requires a quiet environment, as a Sequence 6, these sounds did not have much impact on Dyna.

Dana held the white crystal pendulum, and under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, the pendulum gradually turned counterclockwise.

Dana shook his head at Dunn and the others and said, "Let's go to the next room."

The shabby door was opened again, and the boss immediately greeted him with a flattering smile, "Officer."

"Next room," Cecima raised her chin towards the door and said to the hotel owner with dignity, "Open it."

"Yes!" The boss immediately picked up a bunch of keys from his waist and ran quickly to the next room to unlock the door.

"Don't be nervous," Dana said with a smile. His gentle and polite temperament as a university professor made him seem very approachable. "We will not wrongly accuse innocent people."

The hotel owner sneered in his heart, "You have wronged many people, haven't you?" But on the surface, he looked respectful and flattering, saying yes repeatedly and closing the door.

Inside the door, Dana looked at the white crystal pendulum spinning clockwise and nodded to Dunn and the others.

He unzipped his briefcase and took out some powder, paper and a pen. He placed the paper on the door panel and sprinkled the powder in the air. He moved his mouth and whispered a spell.

A faint breeze blew the powder, and Dana picked up the pen and started painting. Soon, a picture was completed.

He blew on the painting, looked at it twice, frowned, and held it upright to face everyone.

In the picture, a black cat holds a bottle of red potion in its two paws and pours it on the severed limb of a resident.

He frowned, remembering that Klein had also drunk the red potion, which had the effect of healing wounds.

Could it be that the cat was just being kind?

But why hadn't I heard about it before? Logically, if the black cat could heal people, it would have become an urban legend. It shouldn't be like this without any news.

Dana folded the painting and put it in his briefcase, straightened his inspector uniform and said, "Let's ask that gentleman first, then go to the next room."

Seeing several police officers coming out, the hotel owner immediately stood up and greeted them.

"Sir," Dana said gently, "We would like to ask you a few questions. Please answer them truthfully."

"Of course, of course," the hotel owner rubbed his hands, swallowed his saliva, suppressed the nervousness in his heart and said, "Please ask."

"Was there anything unusual among the guests at the hotel last night?" Dana asked.

"Yes!" The hotel owner nodded immediately and said, "A guest suddenly went crazy last night."

Suddenly went crazy!

Leonard's pupils constricted and he suppressed the fear in his heart. Dunn and Cecima's faces froze.

Dana was startled, but quickly suppressed it, "Please tell me in detail."

"That...that gentleman suddenly hugged his hands in the middle of the night, yelling and screaming, and his limbs were...well...just like what Emperor Roselle said...his hands and feet were dancing."

Cecima and Dunn looked at each other and asked, "What did he yell?"

"Goddess, goddess," the innkeeper said as he recalled, "my hand, and some miracle or something like that."

Dana took a deep breath and asked, "What happened to his hand?"

"Nothing happened," said the innkeeper.

"No problem? No injuries?"

"It is indeed normal," the hotel owner said with some embarrassment, "but I don't know if there are any wounds. My hotel receives many guests every night, so I won't remember these details."

In fact, he couldn't even remember what the guests looked like, what they did, etc. Many guests never came back after coming once.

"We know."

Normal is the biggest abnormality.

It can be seen from the picture that the resident has no right hand, and it seems that the black cat really cured him.

Dunn and his companions checked every room before leaving. They also investigated several places where the black cat had stayed in Tingen City, but there was no useful information.

Apart from the hotel, the only remaining information in other places was a black cat squatting in a corner looking at somewhere, or running. It seemed like it was just passing by and there was no useful information.

There is no regularity in the locations either.

"These are just the remaining information," Dana folded the drawing paper and put it in his big leather bag, looking at the scarlet moon in the sky and said, "They don't represent everything."

"At least from these pictures we can see that the black cat didn't hurt anyone, and even helped people." Leonard yawned and said, "So it's not dangerous."

"But among the several paintings, only one shows that it helped people. We don't know what it did in the other places." Dunn said in a deep voice: "We currently know that there are two people who were helped by it. One is Klein, and the other is the resident.

According to normal procedures, we should investigate him, although I don't think it will yield any useful information. Let's leave this matter to the police and let them find him. Leonard, go back and rest, and we will continue the investigation. "

The extraordinary people on the Sleepless Path need very little sleep, but they still need it. Leonard didn't sleep last night and he ran all day today, so he was already panting heavily.

Leonard didn't refuse. After saying goodbye to the captain and the others, he went back to his apartment.

"Let's go to the next location," said Cecima.

Eastney is a well-known building materials company run by Baron Edgar. Such a company is more troublesome to investigate, as there are many procedures to go through and no company is willing to be involved in the case. Even if there is no problem, it may cause some negative impact.

Therefore, Dunn and his team chose to leave such places that were difficult to investigate directly until night time and sneak in directly, which saved trouble and time.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"How is it?" Dunn asked in a low voice.

Dana shook his head and handed over the painting. In the picture, a black cat was squatting on the window licking its fur, as if it was just an ordinary kitten.

"Let's go to the next room." Cecima lowered his voice, tapped his teeth, and released a blue-purple translucent liquid-like spirit. The blue-purple spirit gradually turned black, and the moonlight of the crimson moon passed through the translucent body.

It blends completely into the environment.

The chameleon floated to the window, its body passed directly through the curtains, and floated back to Cecima.

No one, Cecima received the spiritual feedback message.

He tiptoed to the window, looked to both sides, put one foot on the windowsill, and with a sudden force, stood his whole body on the windowsill.

With one hand grasping the window frame, he leaned most of his body out of the window and leaned against the wall, while with the other hand he pushed open the window of the next room.

After pushing the window open a small way, Cecima placed her fingers on the edge of the window and pushed hard. The window naturally slid over, revealing a space large enough for a person to stand.

The three of them nimbly climbed over the window one after another and entered the next room. After they climbed over, their bodies, which looked like liquid, lay limply on the windowsill, cleaning up the footprints of their shoes.

This room should be Baron Edgar's office. It is not only larger than the other rooms, but also has only one desk and several paintings hanging on the wall.

Dana took out the white crystal pendulum and silently recited seven times in his heart: "A black cat with extraordinary power has been here, a black cat with extraordinary power has been here, a black cat with extraordinary power has been here..."

In the sight of the three people, the yellow crystal slowly rotated counterclockwise.

The three were a little disappointed and were about to change to another room when they heard a slight sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were very light and small, as if they were deliberately hidden.

There were other intruders. Cecima and the other two looked at each other and immediately understood what was going on.

Dina immediately took out a handful of gray powder and sprinkled it on the three people. The figures of the Night Watchmen gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped downstairs of Baron Edgar's office.

A slight climbing sound was heard, and a young man climbed in through the window. The sleepless man's good night vision made his appearance completely exposed to Dunn and Cecima. He had an ordinary appearance, black hair, brown eyes, a full forehead, a pair of round glasses on his face, and his coat pockets were bulging.

The three night watchmen looked at the intruder quietly. They did not want a conflict to break out now as that would expose themselves. If he wanted to do something illegal, the police would arrest him tomorrow.

The young man walked quickly to the sofa, knelt on one knee, leaned over and pulled out a metal suitcase from under the sofa. He opened the suitcase a tiny crack, took a look, and then quickly closed the suitcase.

He moved very quickly, and in order to avoid being exposed, Dunn, Cecima and Dana were some distance away from him and could not see clearly what was inside.

The black-haired young man picked up the suitcase, took out a stack of gold pounds from his coat pocket, placed it under the sofa, and then stood up.

This series of actions made the Nighthawks temporarily suppress their previous speculations. Judging from the behavior of the black-haired young man, he might have a shameful deal with Baron Edgar.

Dunn and Cecima wanted to follow and investigate, when they suddenly felt a hand grab their arms and a "5" was written on them.

They couldn't see each other in the invisible state, and invisibility only affected the visual sense, not the hearing and touch, so Dina could only use this method to convey information to them, which meant that the invisibility effect would only last for five minutes.

After the young man left the office, a white crystal pendulum floated in the air, quietly and steadily hanging in the air, and soon began to slowly rotate clockwise.

"It's a Beyonder," Dana's gentle voice sounded, "Low Sequence."

Dunn then whispered, "I'll go catch him."

Cecima lowered his head and thought for a while. He couldn't see Dunn, so he said to the air: "My spirit will follow you."

"Thanks."

As the voice fell, Cecima felt a gust of wind passing in front of her. It should be Dunn passing by her.

…

Outside the Eastney Company, Ruirui's brown eyes stared at Baron Edgar's office, then she turned and jumped off the branch to find the girl who didn't know what was going on.

Sherman sneaked downstairs of the office building as usual, and was about to climb the wall when he heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes.

Discovered?

Sherman was startled and immediately looked towards the bush.

A black cat came out and she whispered, "Don't talk, hide."

Sherman didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a second, he squatted down and hid in the bushes with the black cat.

(End of this chapter)