Chapter 145 In the Dark (for Subscription~)

Hearing that someone was inquiring about him, Xifa's first thought was Helen. After all, Sifa hadn't contacted him since he bought a mirror from her last time.

Also, he didn't move to Green Emerald Street, perhaps because of this, Helen came to the bar to inquire, isn't it reasonable?

Xifa asked calmly, "Woman?"

Old Parker stopped wiping the table, glanced at him, and continued with his work: "Don't overestimate your charm to women."

Just say that I am shameless.

Xifa chuckled: "Who is asking about me? Could it be that my enemy came here?"

"Then I don't know."

Mr. Parker said while wiping the table: "I heard from the doorman that those two people were in the bar asking about you."

"They didn't look like locals, one was tall with a northern accent and the other was shorter with no hair on his head and a goatee."

"Oh, by the way, the gatekeeper also noticed that the bald man has a tattoo on the back of his right palm, which seems to be a symbol of an organization."

Xifa was stunned for a moment, the old Parker's description reminded him of two people immediately.

At the beginning of August, when he was still in Enqi Town, there were two people in the sea monster tavern who wanted to buy himself a drink, but they were sent out by a dozen people including Sanqi with guns.

At the time, the bartender also said that the two of them were inquiring about Bridge who sold him the 'Shadow Gloves' at the same time, and for some reason, they came to him.

Now, they actually found Tingen?

"Mr. Parker, can I issue a commission?" Xifa raised his head and asked with a smile.

Mr. Parker stopped what he was doing, skillfully took out the pen and notebook from the drawer, and looked at Xifa without saying a word.

"I want to investigate the two people you just mentioned, um, only for investigation, no other additional things are required."

"I hope to know where the two of them are staying and where they often go. It would be even better if I could know their names or other relevant information."

Xifa spread his hands and said, "It's the first time I've issued a commission. How much do you think the remuneration should be?"

The old man answered professionally while recording: "Investigate the address for 2 pounds, and investigate the places you often go to for an extra 3 pounds. Get the name and related information and pay another 5 pounds. I think it is almost the same."

Xifa thought for a while and said: "Then do as you said, and add one more thing, if you feel dangerous, you can interrupt the mission, and I will pay the corresponding reward based on the clues they provide."

Old Parker glanced at him, nodded, and put away his notebook and pen.

Xifa smiled at him: "Is this the end?"

"Well, it's over."

"Okay." After finishing the wine in the glass, Sifa jumped off the chair and put on his hat, "Have a nice evening."

He gestured again to the girl in the hall who was still practicing sword, and left the bar.

Docklands.

An unmarked carriage stopped under the streetlight, the door opened, and a man jumped out of the carriage with some difficulty. He was wearing a long trench coat with the collar turned up high, covering his cheeks. He wore a hat pulled down so low that it almost covered his eyes.

He walked into the street lamp, raised his head and looked around, the brilliance of the gas street lamp illuminated his face, it could be seen that he was no longer young.

Even the belt of the long windbreaker couldn't restrain his round waist. He took off his hat, smoothed the thinning hair on the top of his head, and then put it back on. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead deepened with the frowning of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and quickly left the street light, crossed the street under the gaze of the groom, and walked into the alley next to a warehouse opposite.

In that alley, there was a faint red light flickering.

In the alley, someone asked in a low voice, "Didn't the director of the club show up?"

"Yes, sir." The fat man who took off his hat wiped the sweat from his brow and replied respectfully, "I have been waiting for him for an hour, but he still hasn't shown up."

A chuckle sounded in the darkness: "It seems that he may not be as you said, he has been friends with you for many years, and he has enough trust in you."

"Maybe he has something to do temporarily, maybe someone gave him some advice, do you need me to ask him out again?" the fat man asked with his head down.

"No need."

"Since he didn't show up, it means he's already suspicious. If you ask him out again, it will only increase his suspicion."

"You go and do something else for me."

The fat man buried his head lower: "May I ask what's the matter?"

"Find a girl, I don't know her name. She is tall and beautiful, with short hair cut to the ears. She should also be a hunter. The people in the club may know where she is."

A stick figure was handed over, it was a heroic girl wielding a long sword.

"When you have news, write a letter and send it to the equestrian club."

The red light in the darkness suddenly brightened, and then a puff of smoke drifted in, blowing across the fat man's face.

"Finally, you remember. After you go back, you will forget about meeting me, including the matter that I asked you to find someone. You will only inquire about it unconsciously and complete it."

"Now, you can go. When you get home, get a good night's sleep, so that you will have the energy to face the arrival of the next morning."

The obese man responded in a sluggish tone: "Be careful with your orders."

After a while, the groom saw his master come back. He seemed a little tired, his eyes were numb, and he only said a word after getting into the carriage.

"go home."

On Tuesday morning, since he had nothing to go out, Sifa wrote a draft telegram, telling Byson about his secret assassination. Of course, he concealed the link where he summoned the 'Personal Projection', and only used the tone of a bystander, describing that there were two more stone sculptures in the restaurant, and his crisis was resolved inexplicably.

As for what Bison would think, that was his own business.

After asking Matthew to take the draft to the telegraph office, Xifa walked into the bedroom and summoned the 'Book of Mysteries'.

After the colors of the surrounding scenes became richer, Xifa felt the heaviness of his hands, and then he saw the illusory tome emitting a faint light.

It opened by itself, and stayed on the page of 'Personal Projection', and on the page, he saw a message.

'Clemons Bergman: You did a good job, little guy, at least until I finished my Dixie pie and sipped my sweet iced tea. I've been wanting to try these two things for a while now, well, I did you a favor for nothing. But next time, can you hold out a little longer, are you a man? If you are a man, you have to be stronger~'

Of course I am a man!

I am also very strong!

It's just that my spirituality is not enough, but I'm only a Sequence 8 after all. If I get promoted in the future, I should be able to last a little longer.

Xifa turned to the message page and was delighted to see that his last message had been answered.

'mc404: Stay away from Bansi Port, don't go there without a high sequence'