Mystery: Paradox Path

"Kaspers, is Maric there?"

It was still the billiard room, and it was still Caspars, who was crippled with one leg, but Snow felt that his expression was a little different. He looked up and winked at the people who played with him until they disappeared. , and then asked:

"You didn't offend Maric, did you?"

"No, what's the matter?" Snow looked at Caspars, who was a little wrong, and asked inexplicably.

"Maric asked me about you this morning." Caspars said vaguely, and then said, "He's in the original chess and card room, you just need to find him yourself."

Snow was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thanks."

"It's nothing, I knew you were so powerful, I wouldn't hide it from you... I was scared away by a group of gangsters before..." Kaspers waved his hand, and Snow didn't say much, just silently After adding attention to him, he left the pool room.

"Crack..."

The door was pushed open, but Snow was surprised to find that there were no living corpses in the room, which surprised him—

"Could it be that Kezhen has already come?"

"Who..." Maric seemed to be half a beat too late to snarl before he heard it, but then he closed his mouth.

"It looks like you already understand the effect of the spell?" Snow raised his eyebrows and asked with a little playfulness.

"What do you want?" Maric's voice was low, with a fierce light in his eyes, but his words were a little cowardly.

No cowardice, after all, the ability to reverse the negative state of the full moon is undoubtedly precious to them who are fleeing. More importantly, he can reverse the negative state, which means that he also has the ability to aggravate the negative impact with a high probability.

"Not counting the previous trial items, one is three hundred pounds. You should understand that I have no premium." Snow stretched out his hand and pulled out the chair in front of the chess and card table, sat down carelessly, and said, "This is already the cost of mine. The price is over" the profiteer's expression.

But seeing Maric's embarrassed expression, he laughed again:

"Of course, if I can't pay for the time being, I also provide other payment methods. For example, if the Wraithful Miss is willing to accept some commissions, I can use a spell as a reward. Of course, this requires signing a contract first."

"We need to discuss it." Maric didn't reply immediately, and Snow also said casually with an expression he had known for a long time:

"No problem, I will stay in Backlund for a short time, but if you don't trust the messenger, why not find a middleman to summon it?"

...

"Are you going to take that mission?" Maric asked with a frown as he watched the door of the chess and card room closed again, as if he heard something.

"Lack of money."

"Do you think that detective can afford a thousand... one thousand sixteen hundred pounds?" Maric obviously didn't have much hope for the poor-looking detective, but the cold voice replied:

"He knew he had offended big men."

"That's right, but he doesn't seem to have left his contact information." As soon as Maric's words came out, the air was instantly calm, and after a while, the cold voice uttered a few words——

"Ask Caspars."

...

After leaving the Brave Bar, Snow immediately relaxed. Even if there was a butterfly effect because of her own existence, Miss Sharon would be in a state of lack of money without encountering the janitor's glove. In this way, she accepted the task of preventing counselling. The probability will increase, even if Kezhen does not issue a mission, he can use the spell as a price tag and hire them to protect Kezhen.

Just as his abacus was pounding, he suddenly noticed that a woman with a perfect chestnut-haired figure wearing an old-fashioned soft hat, a girly yellow cake dress, and a pair of black leather shoes was walking towards him.

Before his brain could react, his hand had already been raised, and when he finally realized what he had encountered, his mouth had made a sound:

"Good afternoon, Huang Beibei."

"I [flowering foul language]!" Snow wailed frantically in his heart, and even wished to slap himself, but he forcibly maintained his composure and said in a somewhat embarrassing tone:

"Excuse me, ma'am, I admit..."

However, before the words were finished, thick pea vines had fallen from the sky, but the surrounding pedestrians seemed to have not noticed it at all. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment was completely cut off, and the lady did not know when she came in front of him.

...

Bernadette's eyes flashed with complex emotions, quietly looking at the young man in front of him, repeatedly savoring the name he subconsciously called before.

“Huangbeibei…”

The pronunciation is not like Ruen, but the "beibei" reminded her of her own father. When she was very young, and maybe she hadn't even learned to speak, the man often used some strange and ungrammatical reduplicated words. Talk to himself, and at that time, he seemed to call himself "beibei".

In fact, today's meeting was not an accidental encounter. Just last night, when the temperate spirit was looking for her to identify the spell, she had some doubts, because of the somewhat inexplicable start-up phrase - "turtles are longer than snakes", she ever heard.

When the man was a loving father, she once heard him scolding someone as a "barbarian". It was difficult for her to understand the compound word with strange grammar. She asked her father for the meaning of the description, and her father also Tell her some stories like "a white horse is not a horse" and "a turtle is longer than a snake".

As an Extraordinary of the secret peeping path, she was very interested in this unseen spell, and with the activation words that evoked her memory, she tried to divination the source of the spell.

But got no result.

As the founder of Element Dawn ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ a big figure in the mysterious world, there are not many existences in this world that can make Bernadette's divination invalid. Plus those previous coincidences, it completely aroused a sense of inconvenience in her heart. realistic ideas.

And when the two were just meeting each other, he called out the name that evoked her memory. Although he didn't know what the "huang" in front of him represented, Bernadette was sure that it was definitely not a shriek!

Even if it wasn't the backhand left by that man, it must have something to do with it!

Bernadette thought so with certainty.

...

Seeing Huang Beibei staring at him silently, Snow only felt his scalp tingle, should it be called retribution? I just mentioned her in the diary just now, and I met her when I came back. Could it be an aggregation?

But anyway, now he must find a way to survive!

He recalled the "social skills" left to him by his predecessor, and then forced a social smile, and said in a slightly frightened tone:

"Ma'am, would you believe me if I said I had the wrong person?"