Mystery: Paradox Path

Backlund's night always came a little earlier than other places. Although it was still at the end of summer, the sky at 7 o'clock in the evening was completely dark.

In the thick pale yellow fog, the street lights slowly turned on, but even so, it could not increase the visibility on the street at this time.

Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, who had just settled in, went through a simple make-up and came to the Backlund Bridge area. In the environment that reminded him of the daily life of Iron Cross Street, he showed a bright smile.

He snapped open the pompous gold watch, looked at the minute hand that was still five minutes away from reaching the top of the dial, pushed open the heavy black wooden door, and walked into the full of A tavern that smells of alcohol and sweat.

Like the pubs in Tingen, this one is also playing dog-to-rat gambling, while on the other side, two boxers are fighting each other passionately amid the cries of the audience.

Gently pushing the gold-framed glasses used for disguise, Mr. Sherlock immediately saw the man sitting in front of the bar. Although he was wearing a cheap overalls, his handsome face that was hard to ignore was enough to make every look. The swept gaze stopped on his face.

"A glass of Southville beer, please."

Just as Mr. Sherlock approached the bar, he heard Mr. Devil order a glass of beer. Before he could speak, the glass was placed in front of him, and Mr. Devil's magnetic voice sounded at the same time:

"I thought it was a little scoundrel, but I didn't expect it to be the subordinate of that lord. This is really a trick of fate!"

"Mr. Snow, do you know me?" Klein suddenly snorted. Snow and him only met once, but he saw through his disguise at a glance. Does this mean that his face...

"Let's go, talk to another place." Snow didn't answer his nonsense question, threw a few coins on the bar, got up and walked towards the door.

Klein hesitated for a moment, and with the idea of ​​not wasting it, he poured the Southwell beer into his mouth, and then followed up with an indecent hiccup.

Snow took Klein all the way to his safe house in the Chorwood district. After entering the study, he took a small box from the desk and threw it to Klein.

Although he had undergone all-round divination before he came, Klein, who understood that "divination is not omnipotent", was still startled, but when he caught the box and opened it carefully, he said in surprise:

"Makeup case?"

"That's right, your disguise is too bad. If you need it, I can give you a makeup tutorial. You only charge 10 soules per class, and the teaching package will be included, although you won't be able to use it when you are promoted to Faceless. , but that should take a while.”

Snow rolled his eyes, sat casually on the chair behind the desk, then looked at Klein with a scrutiny look and said:

"Tell me, what kind of information do you want to ask for? But I'll say it before, although you are the favored person of that lord, but faith belongs to faith, and business belongs to business. What I do is the work of an information merchant, unless you take that lord. order, or I will give you a discount at most."

"The order is very good, but Mr. Fool's force does not allow him to give such an order!" Klein only felt that blood was dripping in his heart, but he nodded and said:

"I hope to be able to enter the circle of Backlund Beyonders, and I also need a gun, the kind that doesn't require documents."

"That's it?" Snow glanced at Klein with a strange look, and then sighed, "For such a trivial matter, you used a messenger to find me? Forget it, you go to the Brave Bar to find Caspers, just It was said that Snow introduced you, and as for the reward, you can just give it to the old guy."

"..." Klein was a little embarrassed by Snow's attitude, but for the sake of Mr. Fool's family, he continued:

"Besides that, I came to Backlund under the order of Mr. Fool to track down an 'audience'. I wonder if you can provide some help?"

"!"

In front of Klein's eyes, Snow's expression changed from lazy to serious in an instant. Then, Klein only felt that the surrounding air had suddenly changed in some way. As a force spread, everything returned to calm.

"The matter involving the audience should be explained immediately, don't you understand this common sense?" Snow gave Klein an angry look, and then slowed down his tone:

"You didn't say the audience's name before you came to me, did you? Including the code name."

"No, but is there any problem here?" Klein's appropriate little white appearance made Snow a little unsure whether to say that he cooperated well, or should he sigh that this gentleman was always reckless in the right place.

He took a deep breath, pretended to suppress his emotions, and said in a somewhat uncontrollable tone:

"You dare to track down the audience when you don't know anything? No, no, it's because you don't know anything that you can track it down..."

Speaking of which, Snow knocked on his head and said with some annoyance:

"A high-sequence audience has the characteristic of 'whatever you say, you must be known', in other words, when you know him, he also knows you, although I can indeed help you block the perception of some audiences, but if you say it yourself Saying the other party's name will still be detected immediately."

"So that's how it is!" Klein suddenly understood why he couldn't find the house with the red chimney~www.wuxiamtl.com~ With such a buggy ability, it's no wonder that Mr. Devil's ancestors hated the audience path so much.

"Okay, the basic teaching is over, and now it's the quotation part. Since it's what Mr. Fool meant, I'll give you a 50% discount, 300 pounds, how about it?"

"Three hundred pounds?!" Klein Haoxuan didn't call out directly. You must know that after paying the rent and advertising, there were only less than four hundred pounds left in his small vault, and he spent another three hundred pounds. pound……

Klein had a headache for a long time, but he finally gritted his teeth, nodded and said:

"No problem, but I don't have so much cash now. I'll go to the bank tomorrow..."

"With Mr. Fool as a witness, you can pay it off within a week." Snow waved his hand, took out a charm that looked a bit like a penny coin from his pocket, and flicked it at Klein. At the same time, the incantations of ancient Hermes were also recited from his mouth—

"An Zhiyu!"

Triggered by the incantation, the talisman instantly dispersed into a handful of white mist, covering Klein's body like a drizzle, and plated him with a barrier to isolate his spiritual power.

"'How do you know about fish'? Why is this activation language so weird? Or is it just some other mysterious language like ancient Hermes?" Klein didn't seem to realize the connotation of this spell trigger, nor did Snow. Concerned about the failure of this "deepening of the character design", he just explained seriously:

"This layer of protection can make you a negligible passerby in the audience's perception. As long as you don't take the initiative to 'perform', the audience won't notice your presence, and even if they occasionally notice you, they won't pay attention. Of course, it's the same sentence, don't say the audience's name, nor the codename."