Red Moon Returns

"He struggled, he roared, he waved his fists at despair and roared loudly."

"But fate is like a nightmare goblin, jumping lightly beside the pillow and laughing wildly."

"Oh, look, every time he struggles, he pushes everything into the most desperate abyss."

I came into contact with the cultists again, but the experience was much better than when I was in the thorn flower.

After all, this place is open for business, and the people who come in and out are all celebrities. Even if there is malice, it will not be shown on the surface, so what Lynch worried about did not happen.

Under the leadership of the handsome middle-aged man, the two climbed all the way to the top of the theater. In the luxurious manager's office, the middle-aged man overlooked the stage below and recited the same lines as on the stage.

He was full of emotion and extremely devoted, and even the mockery and sarcasm on his face were so in place, as if he was really facing an ant struggling with fate.

"Destroy, pathetic soul, all your efforts will eventually turn into the most desperate echo in the dreamland."

"The advent of nightmares, is tonight the fourth act?"

Looking at the handsome manager reciting his lines under the bright gaslight, Lynch was at a loss, maintaining an awkward but polite smile, but his eyes conveyed the signal of what he was doing. Compared to him, Miss Valente smiled with reserve and clapped gently:

"This is the most classic play of Master Milo, and it is very difficult to perform the essence. Unfortunately, I don't like this play. From the scene to the lines, everything in this play reveals madness and despair. Watching it in its entirety will fill people's hearts with darkness and pain. I really can't appreciate it. But it is my greatest luck today to have the honor of witnessing your line skills."

"Chaos, madness and despair, this is the most real side of the world, and it is also the favorite tone of the Lord. Milo is based on this play. , he was led into Night City three times, and personally offered his faith and respect to the King in Yellow. This was his greatest luck. "

"This luck also includes cutting his throat in public during the last curtain call?"

"Of course, he has entered Night City, and is with the King in Yellow, sharing an eternal performance. This is the greatest luck, and you vulgar people will never understand it."

At this moment, Lynch seemed to see the appearance of those artists who were almost possessed by demons in his previous life. It was hard to say whether he was in admiration, pity, fear, or all three. Anyway, he just stayed away.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man quickly stroked his chest and bowed, like an actor taking a curtain call. When he raised his head again, the intoxication and madness just now had instantly subsided, and he returned to his previous elegant but gloomy ghost-like appearance.

"West, the owner of the Black Cat Theater, the apostle of the King in Yellow. Apart from the theater's business, we are generally not open to the public. We only serve some friends in secret societies and provide some more private information about the upper class and the mysterious world. Since you have the introduction of Earl Hathaway, we will certainly not refuse your request."

"Are you well-informed?"

Lynch roughly understood the situation here. It was a bit like the Louiste Coffee Shop he had been to before, except that the information sold there was all about the market, while the information here was high-end and mysterious. At this time, Lynch was not as cautious as before he came in. Businessmen who opened doors generally would not attack customers, so he asked with confidence:

"Compared to the Shadow Alliance?"

"Definitely can't compare with them. They are professionals, and we are just a group of poets and actors." West smiled grimly and poured the two of them a deep red wine. "For example, we only know that you, Mr. Detective, were named by the Shadow Alliance to specifically induce the believers of the Ancient Flash to list you as a sacrifice, but we have no way of knowing why they did this. If you know, why not sell us the reason?"

Lynch pursed his lips and blocked his eyes with the wine glass. When he looked away, his expression had returned to normal. He said calmly: "If I know in the future, I will definitely do so. But compared to this The reason for the incident, I am more interested in the Flaming Red Lips. "

"Viscount Edmund, there is indeed such a person in Salt, but he is still in the ancient continent with the group of dwarves and has no intention of coming to Middle-earth. Princess Chloe's identity is no problem, and the Flaming Red Lips were indeed brought by her from the Kingdom of Salt, but not from the royal treasury, but from an alien tribe in the New World, just a few months ago. Count Lorende, who is in charge of Rhine City's ocean trade, has a complicated relationship with the Kingdom of Salt in the New World. Mayor Howard Hoffman has had many contacts with Princess Chloe and Count Lorende, with unclear intentions, and..."

The answers were very straightforward, and most of them were information deduced by Lynch and Miss Valente, which shows that West's information is very credible, so the two listened very attentively.

However, at this moment, West suddenly stopped, poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it quietly.

No, why is there a dog who breaks the chapter here? Isn't it good to do some human things? When you perform this habit, aren't you afraid that your King in Yellow will drag you into Night City and teach you a lesson?

Lynch cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth and asking, "What about the bottom? No more?"

"We are also doing business, Mr. Detective, Miss Valente."

West raised his glass to the two of them, and his upturned mouth corners revealed two white teeth, which looked particularly weird and sinister under the reflection of the red wine.

It turns out that trial reading and payment are already known in this era. It seems that I just used a similar method to trick the girl next to me half a month ago. Although she defaulted on the bill in the end, is the retribution coming to me so soon?

Lin Qi turned to look at the aristocratic lady beside him. She was covering her mouth with a folding fan, her big eyes hiding a smile and peeking at him secretly.

Tsk, I should have remembered the situation at that time. It seems that I can’t be too shameless in the future.

I guess I'm going to be bled today, but there should be more important news later, so I can't save money on intelligence.

Lynch sighed deeply, touched the Rand Pound in his pocket, and asked with a farewell expression: "So, what's the price?"

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Detective. Money is generally not used here. Money... is too vulgar and we don't bother to think about it."

I hate it, really.

"To be honest, the other information you need is indeed very secret and important. Some of it is just speculation and cannot be guaranteed to be absolutely accurate." The handsome middle-aged man smiled and said, "The custom here is that if you want to obtain information, just in exchange for information that interests us.”

Lynch and Miss Valente looked at each other, a little surprised. After thinking about it carefully, they were not surprised. Instead, they felt that this was reasonable.

"Is there any information on me that you would be interested in?"

"It didn't happen before, but it suddenly happened recently." West pointed in the direction of the door, "That group of Innsmouth murlocs are vulgar, crazy, and smelly. They suddenly poured into the Rhine in recent days, making people here The air has become disgusting. I need to know the reason and purpose of their invasion, and where they are hiding. It would be better if you can help me figure out their intentions. All the news about the flaming red lips is shared with you, so everyone can get what they need. ”

Hiss...the strength of those aliens is not weak, you must be careful.

But how do I know what they are here to do? I only know that this response should not be directed at me, but who knows which unlucky guy caused these things.

“Where should I start, do you have any suggestions?”

"That's your business."

Lynch frowned and pondered for a moment: "Then when do you want it?"

"The sooner the better. I don't want to wait any longer. I wish I could make them disappear today."

Lynch slowly lit his pipe, squinting his eyes and lost in thought.

The news said that some people had seen these things around the pier at night, and maybe they could try their luck first.

Ok, deal.

"We'll go tonight, but we need basic information about the residents of Innsmouth. There's no need to exchange these."

West raised his glass and chuckled softly: "Thank you very much, and I wish you both a triumph in advance. As for the fishman's information..."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and spoke these unknown and forbidden knowledge.