Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

Chapter 3 Southern Continent Trading Company

Logically speaking, it was not a full moon, and Abraham, who was not yet a transcendent, should not be able to hear Mr. Men's voice.

But Gao Wei is different. He has a body far outside the barrier as a "broadcast antenna", and he can transmit in real time Mr. Men's ravings under pollution just from the starry sky.

Don't save me, don't save me, don't save me!

Gao Wei looked down and heard Mr. Men roar like this. He moved his huge body, making many outer gods a little nervous about what this unpredictable similar person wanted to do. But he just changed the direction and floated on Mr. Men's head, quietly looking down at Mr. Men who refused to return to Earth under the control of the fallen mother goddess.

Sad, pitiful, and respectable, the high-dimensional overlooker thought so.If Mr. Door hadn't been voluntarily sealed in a lost darkness, the earth might not have waited for the end to be completely shattered, and the gods on earth would fight each other—this one of his favorite dramas would soon Draw a grand and colorful ending.

"Extra! Extra! A major home invasion and robbery in Tingen City! Two people have been killed now, and the whereabouts of the murderous maniac are still unknown!"

Children's voices are loud and penetrating, giving people a sense of vitality. The sound came from far to near, and a newsboy trotted past pedestrians.

His eyes were rolling around, almost greedily observing the expressions of everyone around him. Whenever a passerby sees an expression of interest on his face, he will step forward to sell him.

Just when he was about to continue running forward, he saw Gao Wei standing at the door of the alley, wearing a well-dressed suit, showing a little bit of curiosity. He suddenly stopped at the edge of the alley and jogged to Gao Wei. in front of.

"Sir! Do you need a newspaper? One newspaper costs two pence, two copies only cost three pence!"

Good observation skills and professional salesmanship.From this child, I can even see the epitome of his childhood, suffering, but living actively, with the shadow of the poor in this world... Compared with those unchanging workers, his life is quite interesting.

Gao Wei used the habit of looking down that was unique to a boring foreign god, and subconsciously savored the drama of this child's life in his heart. But there was a gentle smile befitting a gentleman on his face, and he said to the child in front of him:

"Of course, please bring me a newspaper—there are not many such news, and it must be worth reading."

After that, Gao Wei took out a small and exquisite wallet from the pocket of his suit. He ignored the thick gold pound inside and rummaged through it to find two pennies. While Gao Wei was taking the money, the newsboy carefully took out a brand new newspaper from the satchel he was carrying behind him, held it in both hands and handed it to Gao Wei: "This is your newspaper, please keep it."

"Are you the newsboy here? Did you sell a lot of newspapers today?" A glint flashed in Gao Wei's eyes, pretending that he was mentioning it casually - of course he could see the bulging bags full of newspapers carried by the newsboy. It’s already time for the hawker to set up his stall, and the newsboy still has so many unsold newspapers that he is afraid he will lose money today.

Sure enough, the newsboy's face fell instantly. Although he was not very willing to talk about his work, he was still afraid of offending the rich-looking gentleman in front of him, so he could only say: "Not yet... …and quite a few more, sir.”

"Okay, sorry." Gao Wei smiled "apologisingly" and said to the newsboy. He shook the crystal-encrusted cane in his hand and tapped it on the ground. He took his unclosed wallet and asked the newsboy: "Do you know where the nearest Church of the Storm is? I want to find a courier to deliver a letter to me. I had a friend before who had a letter. I want to give the letter to the bishop here - ah, it is not convenient for me to go to the Church of Storms, after all, I am a believer of the goddess."

Gao Wei took out a letter from his arms, which was stamped with a delicate fire seal.

This is a lie, Gao Wei wrote the news of "there is a monster out of control" in the letter, and prepared to forge the scene for the Aurora Society that this mysterious praying man was killed by the Punisher of the Lord of Storms, and he just admired " The glory of the Lord", a "betrayed Abraham" who happened to gather the potion from the family recipe.

After all, the best way to hide a more evil identity is to have a less evil identity. The early stage of the high-dimensional overlooker's path is somewhat similar to the ability of the "reader". Behind this layer of vest, you can even Create an image of a "wild extraordinary". Maybe, he could also join the Nighthawks as an informant for the Tingen Nighthawks.

Anyway, it is impossible for the divine envoys of the Aurora Society to ask the Church of Storms about the truth, and it is impossible for the goddess of the night to descend in this small place.

After that, he tapped his chest four times to show his piety. The newsboy hesitated for a moment and then said to Gao Wei cautiously: "Actually... I can also help you deliver letters, but I still have so many unsold newspapers..."

Gao Wei immediately saw through the newsboy's careful thinking, and pulled out a one-soul note from his wallet.When the newsboy saw the banknote, his eyes turned red and he wanted to pick it up, but Gao Wei gently blocked the newsboy's body with his cane, calming down the newsboy in front of him.

"Of course this can be your reward, but you must send this letter to the Cathedral of Storms properly. Also, I need to go to the 'Southern Continent Trading Company' here. You can help me find a car to go there." The carriage by the side. Making money isn’t as easy as you think, kid.”

The newsboy is undoubtedly a child who is very good at sizing up situations. He knew very well that it was absolutely impossible to get one sole for just delivering letters - when his father was still alive, he could only get two soles for working hard on the dock for a day. The newsboy took a deep breath, bent down humbly, and took the letter with his own hands: "You are such a generous gentleman. I will definitely help you deliver the letter. It only takes five minutes - no, three minutes." Just come back and I'll help you find a carriage right away."

"Very good, I hope your credit can convince me. If things go well, the money will be yours." Gao Wei handed the letter to the newsboy and watched him run wildly along the street towards the distance.

He quietly watched the child who was willing to risk his life to run for one soli, as if he was pitying the child—after all, for a slightly richer person, a soli is just a piece of cake after a meal, or It is a piece of meat on the dining table, but for the poor here, it is equivalent to several days of food, or even the life of themselves or their family members.

"What a farce. Does Adam really think of himself as God?" The high-dimensional overlooker cut off his incarnation's thoughts and sneered. The best writer wrote a script that was so twisted, but he still wanted to hide behind the scenes and watch everything develop according to His will. Compared to becoming the ancient sun god, high-dimensional observers still think that Adam is more suitable to be "God".

The high-dimensional overlooker found that he hated Adam even more. That guy was too much like God. In his opinion, the most interesting thing in the starry sky is the super star master, who carefully "waters" the planet he raises every day; Tianzun is still interesting, after all, high-dimensional overlookers like to hide behind the curtain and watch His wonderful puppet show is that hitting people really hurts; the most boring thing is God, whose pasture has not changed from the beginning.

In less than three minutes, the newsboy came back panting heavily. He quickly took Gao Wei, who was standing on the street, into a carriage. Only then did he have time to wipe the sweat from his head. Gao Wei nodded with satisfaction and handed the banknotes in his hand to the newsboy.

The newsboy immediately smiled and said, "Thank you! You are such a generous gentleman."

"Go to the Southern Continent Trading Company." He dismissed the newsboy casually and Gao Wei said calmly to the coachman. Although this kind of carriage is several times more expensive than a public carriage, it looks more decent overall. At least there are no obvious stains on the carriage, and the overall appearance is more beautiful. Gao Wei didn't want the dramatic incident of being rejected by the Southern Continent Trading Company because the carriage was too shabby to happen to him.

——Anyway, the original Abraham was quite rich and even opened a small factory in Backlund. After Gao Wei inherited his body, he naturally transferred his identity from the high-dimensional space. Whoever sees Gao Wei will think that it is the original Abraham.

After getting off the carriage, Gao Wei held his cane and walked forward. Behind the gate of the Southern Continent Trading Company was a staff member sitting behind the desk, and a slightly bald man was talking to him. It's still early, so not many people are here. The door creaked open, immediately attracting the attention of the two people in the hall.

"I have a business that I want to hand over to your company—but it seems that I came a little early, and there seems to be no one here?" Gao Wei tapped the ground with his cane, and casually made a small joke to ease the atmosphere.The two staff members exchanged glances, and the slightly bald man stepped forward and extended his right hand to Gao Wei:

"Our company has people on duty at all times, but it's not yet time for our leader in charge of business negotiations to go to work - if you don't mind, you can sit down and have a cup of tea and wait for a while, and I can answer within my authority. Your question. My name is Benson Moretti, what do you call me?"

"Gowy Abraham." Goy reached out his hand and shook hands with Benson in a friendly manner. The two walked to the side of the sofa and sat down. Benson also carefully asked the staff to serve two cups of freshly brewed hot water. Tea, and put it on the wooden table between the two.

"First of all, Mr. Abraham, we are very grateful for your trust in our Southern Continent Trading Company. I don't know what business you want to handle when you come to visit Southern Continent Trading Company? Or do you want to cooperate with our company?"

Benson adhered to the principle that one more client is one more performance, and tried his best to keep the well-dressed gentleman in front of him—his younger brother Klein was about to go to an interview and recruitment, and as an older brother, Klein had to be able to It is better to concentrate on studying.