Mysterious Catastrophe

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that there were a lot more guests tonight than last night.

Some of these guys act suspiciously.

Just when Lily was about to say this to Jesita, she saw a large wave of people coming out of the passage.

Most of them are dressed in neat black uniforms, and their every move looks very capable, as if they have received special training.

At this time, the market suddenly fell into a strange silence, and many Extraordinary people were trembling.

"It's the Bureau of Investigation!"

"It's the Secret Police!"

"The hyenas are coming!"

Suddenly, a scream broke the original silence, and Lily didn't even care about the materials on the table, and took Jesita's hand to run away.

"let's start."

Sistos withdrew his gaze from a pair of sisters who were fleeing in a panic, and clenched a mysterious item in the shape of a metal microphone in his right hand: "Extraordinary people are also ordinary people, and ordinary people do not have extraordinary abilities...so the local extraordinary people will Lose the extraordinary ability, the argument...passed!"

In an instant, all the Extraordinary in the market felt the mysterious decrease in the surrounding environment, and even most of their Extraordinary abilities lost their effect!

"The first team and the second team occupy and block all the entrances and exits, and the others follow me to the third floor of the castle."

Heisinger shouted, with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Everyone in the Investigation Bureau, are you going to break the previous agreement and start a full-scale war with the Black Queen?"

The rumbling voice shook everyone's eardrums. On the wall of the castle hall, a huge face emerged, and a large number of bricks were agitated to form the image of Halsey.

"Halsey, you crossed the line first."

Sistos sighed: "It's okay to just build a market, but the logistics system you created has too much influence... even... even the other leaders of the Black Queen District are envious of you. You represent It won't kill the entire Black Queen... Now, we are just rats cleaning the sewers, if you want war, we will give you war!"

……

The next day.

William held a paper bag full of bread and vegetables in his hand, and the food stacked high almost filled his sight.

"After I go back, I must suggest to Mr. Monet that I hire a few more cooks and maids. I can't let me do everything by myself. I will die of exhaustion."

He passed a corner newsstand and stopped suddenly.

The enhanced thinking of the 'scholar' allowed him to clearly distinguish the conversations of the people around him while he was busy.

"Is that the Hunter's Bar?"

"That's right there. There was a gas explosion last night, and many people died..."

"It's time to write to the council and ask for the old gas lines to be replaced."

"Hunter's Bar... That bar's business is very good, but there are always some strange people coming and going... I suspect it's not an explosion, but a gang vendetta!"

……

William's expression froze for a moment, and his footsteps turned in a direction almost involuntarily, arriving near the Hunter's Bar.

The surrounding streets have been cordoned off by police officers.

One corpse after another was cleared from the ruins, covered with a white cloth and carried away.

The corpse transporter staggered, and a scorched arm hangs weakly from the stretcher...

Standing in the crowd of onlookers, William suddenly felt a little suffocated as he watched this scene.

His hands and feet began to tremble disobediently, and this trembling became more obvious after he noticed a few strange people with malicious intentions wandering around the scene.

'I...they wanted to raid the bar...I'd be dead if I was still a waiter! '

'Maybe they still have eyeliners around, looking for me? '

'No, don't be afraid... I'm already a half-breed Watson. '

Feeling the human skin mask on his face, William finally calmed down: "Yes, I'm just an ordinary manservant. I heard the news of the explosion when I was shopping for supplies. I came here to take a look... I'm among so many people. , is not eye-catching at all, there will be no problem. '

Silently recalling the few books on actor cultivation that he had read in the library of the grammar school, William turned around and muttered, "If you don't go back, you will be scolded again."

He immediately fled the scene with the paper bag in his arms.

Phoenix Street, No. 27.

"Mr. Monet."

William walked into the room and found Aaron: "There was an accident in the bar. I came back very carefully. I paid attention to my surroundings. No one followed me."

"It doesn't matter if you follow or not."

Aaron tossed a coin, glanced at it and shook his head indifferently. Compared with the last news from Halsey last night, the Moving Castle was raided by the Bureau of Investigation and might fall, and the bar was just a trivial matter.

"The most important thing is that it was not the revenge of the 'Spiritual Sect', but the investigation bureau's hand, which almost made me think that the Investigation Bureau was the dog raised by the 'Spiritual Sect'!" '

'However, the Bureau of Investigation is indeed a dog, so the only ones who can command it are those few people...'Soul Spirit Sect' is very influential in the upper echelons of the kingdom. '

This time things happened so fast that Aaron had to suspect that the 'God of Suffering' was taking revenge through the Bureau of Investigation!

Chapter 282 Transfer

Green Forest City.

1 Green Forest Avenue, Sothos Museum.

Sylvia's temperament became more mature and capable, like a professional female manager, handling documents in the office.

During this period of time, she has completely mastered the operation of the museum and is under the protection of the city's investigation bureau.

The high society in Lusen City is also gradually recognized, although there are still some gossips, such as she is the mistress of a certain big man...

But overall, things are looking good.

"Ms. Curator... Attorney Roegel is visiting."

At this time, Sylvia's female assistant knocked on the door and reported something.

"Bartolo?" Sylvia looked up, a little surprised.

The lawyer who helped handle the museum's titles, whom she hadn't seen in a while: "Just ask him to come in."

Not long after, Bartolo, who was dressed in a lawyer's suit and was very well-groomed, came in and bowed first: "Good day, Madam curator."

"Good day, sir..."

Sylvia stood up to welcome her, and asked the female assistant to serve tea.

The two first chatted about the recent weather and hot topics in the newspaper, and then Sylvia directed the question to the purpose of the other party's visit.

"Actually... I received a letter this morning from my former client, Mr. Bruce Field. In the letter, he said that he was experiencing some bad things and needed help. He asked me to send the letter Another entrained letter to his friend—Mr. Aaron Juggers, or an acquaintance of his friend."

Bartolo took out a letter and another smaller, unopened letter from the document bag he was carrying, and said with a wry smile: "I am not familiar with Mr. Juggs, I know his acquaintances, Only you, Madam Curator."

While speaking, he handed over both letters.

Sylvia didn't open the letter to Aaron either, but only looked at the letter to Bartolo.

"Mr. Field is indeed a good friend of the young master..."

After a moment of silence, Sylvia said: "I will accept this secret letter and will try to pass it on to the young master. You are really an honest and trustworthy gentleman!"

"Of course, it is my duty to serve the client."

Bartolo stood up as if relieved, showing a relaxed smile: "Thank you, ma'am... Then, I will take my leave."

In the office, Sylvia fell into deep thought as she stared at the unopened letter.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she picked up the paper knife on the table, opened the envelope, and pulled out the letter paper.

On the letter paper, there are lines of ciphertext, which can only be understood through a specific codebook.

Of course Sylvia did not have a cipher book, but when she saw a special bauhinia mark on the letter paper, a smile appeared on her face: "It is indeed Mr. Field's letter, not a fake one."

She came to the second half of the museum, where there were restored tombstones of Sothos.

Every day, Sylvia will come here to clean up.

At this time, a bouquet of yellow daisies was placed under an old tree next to it.

This is the secret code she agreed with a certain mysterious person.

Since taking over the museum, Sylvia has also keenly noticed something is wrong.

For example, several of her employees are simply too good. Not only do they all have college degrees, but they are also very capable, and they all have extremely low salary requirements, as if they wished to work here for free.

After being reminded by the mysterious person, she realized that her employees were mainly spies from the government, while a small part had unknown origins.

Even, the entire museum may have been reviewed several times without knowing it.

After doing all this, Sylvia returned to the office and worked as usual.

She looked at the gradually becoming more popular museum with a happy smile on her face.

……

Among the tourists, Liliat wore a lady's dress and walked past Emperor Ginny's boudoir.

Walking in the exhibition hall gave her a sense of satisfaction.

'I really want to shout out loud, this is my property...'Jabber' and his maid are just hosting for me, these big castles, artworks, antiques... are all mine... mine... '

She smiled and greeted the female curator who was half her subordinate.

During this period of time, she has become more familiar with the other party according to her habit of occasionally coming to the museum.

Moreover, knowing that the other party is the maid of Mr. 'Rabbing Sword', she was appointed by the other party to take care of the property for her.

It's one of our own!

Therefore, she also quietly gave the other party help and reminders.

Possessing the 'Scale of Truth', she can hardly be regarded as half an inhuman combat power, and she is also a big figure in the mysterious world in today's Green Forest City.

"Good day, Miss Doron."

Sylvia didn't know that Liliat in front of her was the mysterious person who had helped her, and greeted her with a smile.

"Good day."

Liliat enjoyed this feeling very much. When she went to the Sotos Family Mausoleum, she thought about it, and then saw the daisy mark.

Her pupils froze slightly, and she left the museum with her expression unchanged.

night.

Museum, inside the office.

The drawer opened automatically, and a letter was held by an invisible hand, flew out of the window, and flew somewhere in the street.

In the museum, the old janitor who was originally in charge of security immediately regained his spirits and quietly followed him out.

When he followed into an alley, his expression suddenly changed, and he was forced to kneel on the ground by the terrifying force of confinement.

'uh-huh!Sure enough, someone will follow. '

Liliat chuckled inwardly, holding the 'Scale of Truth' in one hand, and took the letter from the spirit body with the other hand, ready to check it carefully after returning home.

……

Pulmouth.

Aaron was wearing pajamas, and suddenly had a spiritual premonition, and came to the replacement drawer that communicated with Liliat.

He stretched out his hand, opened the drawer, and immediately saw a letter inside.

Snapped!

A coin is tossed.

"Letters or Liliat are in danger!"

The coin fell and turned up tails, which meant that neither was inherently dangerous.

Only then did Aaron take out the letter, went to the study, and turned on the light.

After opening the envelope, he saw the cipher text inside, and it seemed that the imprint belonged to Bruce.

"My previous spiritual premonition was indeed correct...Bruce is so anxious to contact, probably something happened."