Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

The winners want to keep their chips, and the losers are scavenging for chips that are scattered all over the place.

I don't know who was the first to react and rushed to the window for the exchange of chips, and then more and more people scrambled for it.

After all, the chips are not as attractive as gold pounds, and if the Beria gang doesn't exchange them, then grabbing the chips in their hands is not as good as waste paper... Although these gamblers are not honest people, at least their brains are not funny.

The glass of the exchange window was shattered, and the beautiful maid who was in charge of exchanging the chips was so frightened that she had no courage to stop her, and hurried out through the back door to avoid a tragic end.

The scene became more and more chaotic. Dozens of gangsters were either lying on the ground and wailing, or they had been trampled to the point of losing their breath, and they were powerless to stop all this.

"Arbiter" Xio fled to the gate, turned around and saw this messy scene that looked like the aftermath of a disaster, opened his mouth slightly, and was a little stunned for a while.

Is this all caused by me? I'm just here to find someone... A big question mark can't help but appear in Miss Hugh's mind.

Then, the experienced she chose to leave the scene quickly.

"Stop for me!"

A voice that was not loud enough sounded in the hall, but it scared everyone to the ground.

Because, following the man's command, several people standing behind him took out their revolvers and pulled the trigger toward the ceiling without hesitation. It was this crisp gunshot that made the scene quiet.

The lucky guy who was crawling towards the inside of the exchange window suddenly stopped, and he didn't grasp the angle properly while being afraid, and fell to the ground with a "thump".

The man who walked out of the back of the casino was about forty years old, but he was well maintained. His short black hair was neatly combed back to his head, and he walked towards the center of the hall with a stern face. His neatly trimmed beard swayed slightly, and finally stopped there. In front of the gangsters who were lying on the ground, he suppressed his anger and asked:

"what is going on?"

The burly man lost his prestige just now, hugged his right leg that was in severe pain, and cried bitterly:

"Someone made trouble, and we were all plotted."

The gang boss looked at the other party in disgust and asked, "It's from the Zimange party..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his question, he felt a piercing pain in his cheek, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, blood covering his palm.

"Whoever did it, get out of here!" he shouted piercingly.

The gangsters around them raised their revolvers and kept their shooting posture, but in the next second, the revolvers they held tightly in their palms were hit so hard that they all let go.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd became "random" again, running away, and even greedy continued to search for chips and gold pounds.

The boss of the gang was covering the wound on his face, and he fiercely ordered his subordinates to block the door and never let the real murderer go.

Everything seemed so natural.

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However, all of this naturally stemmed from the handwriting of Louise and Catherine. Extraordinary dealing with ordinary people in secret is as simple as a strong man bullying a child.

In the chaotic situation, Miss Diviner got Louise's look, touched the strange necklace on her chest, and poured spirituality into it.

Then, Catherine felt that she had entered another world, which was almost the same as the original world, but she knew very well that it was fake and would be broken when touched.

It is not difficult to control the spread of the dream until the gang boss and the surrounding members are all inhaled into the dream.

At this time, Louise began to act, she knocked out all the gunmen who were protecting the gang boss, and then took out a bottle of potion, which was the "psychic potion" she prepared specially for this time.

Accompanied by a quiet and charming fragrance, with a little wine aroma, but not pungent, Louise's eyes doubled, looking a little weird.

The mixed colors are like oil paintings, and the blurred and dreamy picture flashes, and she enters the dream of the gang boss.

On the other hand, the other party's spirit was muddled, as if he was in a state of drunkenness. He looked straight at Louise's deep eyes that seemed to be able to **** souls in, and slowly lost himself.

The first psychic without relying on "Origin Castle" went very smoothly, and Louise was quite excited.

She slowed down her voice, like a murmur, inducing the other party to gradually let go of the sea of ​​mind.

"Why are you targeting Bartley?"

"Because that's what Mr. Walter ordered me to do."

Walter, this is not the name of the "Apostle of Desire"... Louise was a little surprised, she continued to ask softly:

"Who is Mr. Walter?"

The grim-looking gang boss inexplicably showed a look of admiration, and said in a erratic tone:

"Mysterious, powerful, elegant, Mr. Walter is the person I admire most."

"He ordered me to destroy Baron Bartley's house and force him to sell his shares in the bank... But I let him escape from Backlund, and I didn't complete Mr. Walter's mission..."

Louise found that the other party was sincere and felt guilty, she couldn't help but curled the corner of her mouth, and then asked:

"You sent the package to 59 Egram Street, didn't you? What's the purpose?"

The gang boss replied without hesitation: "It was Mr. Walter's order. He was only allowed to intimidate the other party once and not let me carry out the next move."

It's this guy again. It seems that this so-called Walter is probably the Extraordinary who cursed Bartley's daughter, but what is his relationship with Jason Beria, the "Apostle of Desire"? Could it be Beria too? The members of the family... Without knowing this, Louise did not dare to act rashly, she induced and asked in a strange language:

"What does Walter look like and where does he live?"

As the gang boss thought about ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, a grim face appeared on the sea of ​​mind next to him.

Curly hair, eyebrows like daggers, stabbing straight up diagonally, eyes sharp and cold, and a slender face...

"I don't know where Mr. Walter lives. He comes to me every time."

He tried to ask questions from different angles, but he didn't get an answer, which shows how cautious he acted... Louise had no choice but to give up, and she finally said:

"It's just a dream, and when you wake up, you'll forget what you've been through."

After many hints, the gang boss murmured, "This is a dream... This is a dream..."

After exiting the psychic state, Louise looked at Miss Diviner by her side, nodded lightly, and said:

"leave here."

After a while, the boss of the gang woke up and found that the wound on his face was no longer bleeding.

"Go find the troublemaker, or I'll shave all your faces!"