Mysterious Tribulation

night.

　　 Detective assistant Drian walked out of the detective office, came to a public rental house, and knocked on the door.

Inside 　　 was an old man with white hair who looked very temperamental. He saw Derian with a smile on his face and made room for Derian to walk into the living room.

　　 On the sofa, there are already several other people sitting.

　　 They include a well-dressed gentleman, a glamorous girl, and a newsboy with savvy eyes.

　　 "Welcome to our Mr. Detective."

　　The gray-haired temperament The old man applauded, his gestures filled with an invisible leadership temperament.

　　 This is not a mysterious influence, but a synthesis of his own experience, experience, and past success.

　　 "I followed the target for a long time. He went for a walk in the morning, and then visited the neighbor Aaron Yugs..."

　　Drian took out his notebook and explained the noteworthy things one by one.

　　 "Very well, does anyone need to add something to that Mr. Jugs?"

　　 The old man wrote a line of words on a blackboard. It looked carefully that there was a full-page character relationship diagram surrounded by William Mark.

　　 "A traveler inherited a large inheritance. William probably wanted to borrow money from him." The well-dressed gentleman replied, "I will ask him later."

　　 Aaron looked at each other, slightly familiar, as if he was a guest from the last time William's house held a banquet.

　　 "A rich son, or I will try, maybe I can cheat a lot more."

　　 The gorgeous girl took out a shell-shaped foundation box from her handbag to touch up her makeup.

　　 "No, the goal is clear, this is the purpose of our action!"

　　 The old man shook his head in denial, and looked at the newsboy.

　　 "He is here all his whereabouts in the afternoon... he went to the bank, probably wanting to apply for a credit loan or a mortgage..."

　　 The newspaper boy smiled and said, "I feel that the prey is about to be hooked."

　　 "To our lovely Mr. William Mark!"

　　Drian poured himself a glass of rye beer and laughed loudly: "With such a large sum of money, I am going to Pulmouth and open my own detective office!"

　　 "Everyone... keep a low profile."

The old man smiled and pressed his palm: "Also... Mr. Detective, remember the principle. We are just strangers. We will leave after we finish this ticket. Don't divulge our own information! Of course... If you want to release false information, you should be I didn’t say...this effectively guarantees that even if someone has an accident in the future, the rest of us will remain safe."

　　‘…’

　　 While the old man was speaking, Aaron stood on the side, seeing every subtle expression on his face clearly.

　　 "Is this the fabled pig-killing plate? It's not right... I actually bought or planted acquaintances in advance. This is a special hunting... The gang commits crimes and the fairy game... Poor Mr. William Mark!"

　　 He chuckled, his voice disappeared instantly, leaving only a few marks belonging to the resentful spirit.

　　 "Ahie!"

　　 The youngest newspaper boy suddenly sneezed and complained: "Don't you feel it is cold here? Old Eugene, did you forget to pay the heating bill..."

　　...

　　 Golden Rose Street, No. 33.

　　 Aaron opened his eyes.

　　 Although a single thought could make those liars die horribly, he didn't do it directly.

　　 After all, he and William Mark barely met acquaintances several times. For this reason, killing people and exposing the existence of evil spirits to the Bureau of Investigation was very irrational.

　　 "This is just a scam, and it doesn't involve mystery. Wait and see. If you don't learn a lesson, you won't know the pain."

　　 "If William Mark is really deceived, I will report the situation to Glamorgan again. Secular matters will be resolved in the secular, and don't involve the mystery."

　　 "This is good for everyone..."

　　 He lifted the previous arrangement and walked out of the room.

　　 Immediately, I saw Silvia approaching with a worried look: "Master, are you okay?"

　　 The young master actually stayed in his room for a full day. If he doesn’t come out one night later, Silvia is ready to call the police!

　　 "It's okay... prepare dinner for me."

　　 Aaron yawned.

　　 What the master does, there is no need to tell the servant.

　　...

　　 The Bureau of Investigation, shrouded by night, is like a beast lurking in the dark.

　　 Percy Anias limped out of the gate, feeling collapsed.

　　 His mood at this time is extremely complicated.

　　Originally, he had already planned to tell the director and the director.

　　 But things came to an end, perhaps thinking of the wailing of those Extraordinary people who were imprisoned by him, or perhaps the mind was cast with an invisible spell, he concealed many things.

　　 For example...I am not only attracted, but also recite the honorable name of a great existence!

　　 But in the follow-up inspection, Percy got the answer that he was not contaminated by any external sources!

　　 This made him more painful.

　　‘I didn’t make the decision to save myself under the influence of spells, but from my heart! ’

　　‘I am a shaker, a betrayer! ’

　　 Percy’s eyes were filled with sadness and contempt.

　　 At this time, he saw two investigative staff members walking towards the gate while talking and laughing.

"team leader!"

　　 After seeing him, the two investigators immediately saluted them solemnly.

　　 "You guys are..."

　　 Percy asked suspiciously.

　　 "Recently, I worked too much overtime, and the bureau finally had a holiday. We went to the Moulin Rouge together..."

　　An investigator answered generously.

"Have a holiday?"

　　 Percy was in a daze for a while, how far away is this vocabulary?

　　 "Yes... Boss, after several large investigations and catching a bunch of mice in the ditch, Green Forest City has become much calmer, and the bureau is giving us vacations in turn..."

　　 Another team member smiled.

　　As a secret policeman, he usually has to face a lot of mental stress. Therefore, it is tacitly approved to vent pressure through alcohol, gambling, and finding street girls.

　　‘No, it’s wrong! Green Forest City is not safe! ’

　　 Percy yelled in his heart: ‘Although Roberts is dead, his comrades are still running away... and there are more evil secret organizations and secret associations... such as the invisible congregation! At least one high-level ‘evil spirit’ is wandering in this city! ’

　　 But these, he didn't explain before, let alone now.

　　 "You...remain vigilant."

　　 Percy can only remind one thing. Looking at the backs of the two players, he secretly clenched his fists: "A loophole in a lie needs more lies to make up...I...Who have I become?"

　　 He felt that there was already an invisible and dark abyss, and it was like a swamp full of stench, gradually engulfing himself!

　　 What is even more desperate is that this is a pit that I took the initiative to dig for myself!

　　 ‘So... I’m such a person...’