Chapter 64 Check In

Hearing the squire's words, Alfred suddenly felt that the temperature in the room plummeted.

An indescribable coolness soaked into his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.

When the passenger ship docked at Utopia Harbor, he actually imagined what the worst would look like-Utopia is the headquarters of a cult, and everyone there is a potentially dangerous lunatic.

But now, the truth may be even worse:

Utopia may not exist at all!

At this moment, Alfred was extremely grateful that he was not the noble young master who had left Backlund. He had accumulated rich experience and did not really enter Utopia Port.

Under the watchful eyes of the adjutants and squires, the army major general paced back and forth with a solemn expression, and calmly commanded:

"Prepare a telegram for me to report the matter of Utopia to MI9.

"At the same time, ask the local official Beyonder to act immediately, contact the captain, and ask for the list of people who have entered Utopia Port. If necessary, visit them one by one to confirm whether there is any problem."

"Yes." His adjutant immediately put his feet together and responded with a salute.

When the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to a squire again:

"Bring up the typewriter downstairs, and I'll get a detailed report."

His plan was to first report key information by telegram without delaying initial actions, and then show more details in the form of classified documents to provide a basis for military senior officials to make judgments.

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On the steam train platform, Wendell pressed his hat in one hand and a suitcase in the other, and stepped into the second-class compartment.

He was less than thirty years old, with dark sideburns and calm brown eyes. There was nothing memorable about his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament of his own.

A few months ago, he was still an intelligence officer who was active in the Feneport part of Dixi Bay, and he made a lot of contributions. Now he has become a Sequence 7 Beyonder and belongs to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of MI9.

Today, his purpose is to send a confidential document to Backlund and hand it over to the Director of MI9.

After sitting down, Wendell bought a newspaper from the newsboy outside the window as usual,

Read at leisure.

This is a superficial phenomenon. The real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to draw portraits for the passengers around him, remember their characteristics in all aspects, and make careful and perfect preparations for the accidents that may occur later.

Woo!

With the sound of the whistle, the steam train began to run fast, and the scenery outside the window accelerated one scene after another.

A few hours later, Wendell looked out the window with some anxiety, because the sky had accumulated overcast clouds and a storm was about to fall.

This means that the steam train will stop at a certain station early, wait until the storm is over, or even continue its journey the next morning, instead of arriving at the intended place.

For Wendell, this will cause things to go a bit off the plan, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.

However, he had no way to stop it. He couldn't change the weather like the "Poseidon" promoted by the new government of the Rhodes Islands.

The only thing he could do was pray, to the "Lord of the Storm".

Facts have proved that prayers are mostly useless. When it gets darker and darker, the platform ahead has already used lights to signal, so that the train slows down and stops on the spot.

Woo!

The whistle sounded again, the train got slower and slower, and finally stopped at a platform that everyone felt a little strange.

The next second, near the steam-gushing locomotive, the mechanical door opened, the train conductor stood at the entrance, and shouted to the staff on the platform from the air:

"What happened ahead?"

"Heavy rainstorm, I can't see anything!" The site staff member, whose temples were turning white, replied loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, making everyone tremble a little, and had a premonition that the rainstorm was coming.

"Damn it!" cursed the conductor. "Which station is this?"

Because it was an abnormal stop, he didn't quite know which station it was currently. After all, the trains he was in charge of didn't stop at every stop along the way in the past.

"Utopia! A small station! Next, you can arrange it yourself!" The staff member shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with the glass lantern. "I have to signal the train behind!"

The train conductor has no doubts about the attitude of the staff, because this is a normal scheduling process, otherwise there will be a rear-end collision between the two steam trains.

He could even conclude that other staff members of this Utopia station were already sending telegrams to other stations to remind them.

Of course, they must have also received the telegram to know that the area ahead has been enveloped by heavy rain.

"Utopia..." Wendell repeated the place name in a low voice, without finding any useful information in his mind.

Of course, he didn't care too much, because there are many unknown steam train stations in the entire Loen Kingdom, which is a manifestation of a country's comprehensive strength.

The conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and said to the passengers with the newly equipped loudspeaker:

"The storm is coming, and the train will be at Utopia until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

He expects the storm to continue into tonight.

"You can stay in the car, or you can leave on your own, go to the city, look for a hotel, and you only need to provide the ticket stub to get on the train again tomorrow, remember to be on time." The conductor gave two options.

Wendell looked at the passengers in the second-class compartment, thought for a few seconds, put on the suitcase, and walked out of the train.

It's not that he can't accept the harsh and abnormal sleeping environment. When he was an intelligence officer, he had suffered a lot. He just relied on his professional quality to judge. The carriages with insufficient personnel circulation are not as safe as single rooms in hotels.

Of course, he can also stay up all night, but this will inevitably affect his state tomorrow, and obviously tomorrow is a long journey.

After leaving the Utopia Station, Wendell got into the rental carriage on the side of the road and said to the driver:

"Go to the Plaza Mayor."

In the Loen Kingdom, there must be a church and at least one hotel near the municipal square.

"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" the coachman asked familiarly while letting the horses turn.

"Well." Wendell, a Sequence 7 Beyonder, didn't hide it.

In his opinion, as long as he is in a town within the country, he can easily find a group of helpers by relying on his identity, and his strength is enough to support him to complete this matter.

"The best hotel in our utopia is 'Red Boots'. Are you going there?" the coachman asked in an ambiguous tone that every man could understand.

If he is not on a mission, Wendell doesn't mind enjoying it, but now, he can only shake his head without hesitation:

"I want a quiet hotel."

"Okay..." The coachman responded somewhat disappointedly, "Then go to the 'Iris' hotel, no one will harass you."

As the carriage moved forward, Wendell looked out the window and observed the situation outside.

Perhaps because of the impending rainstorm, the people on the road were in a hurry, and even the newsboys couldn't keep their spirits up.

"A very small city..." Wendell made a preliminary judgment from the lack of tracked public carriages here.

He even saw only one trackless stagecoach, which shows that most of Utopia can be reached on foot at the right time.

As he expected, within ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the door of the "Iris" hotel.

Wendell paid the fare and walked quickly into the hotel before the rainstorm fell.

A clatter sounded behind him.

After checking in and putting away the luggage, Wendell rested for a while, carrying the confidential document, and went to the restaurant on the first floor to enjoy dinner.

He was careful not to order alcoholic beverages, but ordered a "bubbly iced tea", which is said to be a local specialty, and served a tonkatsu with apple juice.

As an intelligence officer who has been in and out of high society, Wendell did not have much expectations for this dinner, but the result was somewhat unexpected:

The fried pork chop was tender and juicy, with a strong aroma, and the apple juice poured on it had a slightly sour taste, eliminating most of the greasy; the bubble ice tea had a refreshing feeling and was extra delicious...

When checking out, Wendell nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said:

"Thank the chef for me for this wonderful dinner."

The ordinary-looking waiter responded with a smile:

"no problem.

"In the entire Utopia City, our 'Iris' chefs are the best."

Wendell didn't chat, quickly returned to the room, and made some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.

Then he fell asleep without hesitation.

He uses the relatively safe time period that the potential enemy thinks it is not suitable to carry out operations to sleep, and "empty" the late night.

I don't know how long it took, Wendell was suddenly awakened by a loud noise.

He opened his pocket watch and glanced at it, and found that it was not early in the morning.

In the next room... the voice of a woman... the voice of a man... Wendell sat up, listened carefully, and discriminated carefully.

At first, he suspected that the man and the woman were flirting, but later found it was so intense that fragile objects were even thrown against the wall.

Quarrel leads to fight? As soon as Wendell muttered, he heard women's shouts, curses and screams.

Beat up women? As a Loen gentleman, although Wendell believes in the "Lord of the Storm", he is a little discriminatory against women, but this does not prevent him from thinking that men should not be rough with women.

After thinking for two seconds, he decided to knock on the door and remind the "neighbors" to pay attention.

At this moment, a scream came.

This is clearly from a male!

Bang, something heavy fell to the floor.

Wendell's eyebrows moved slightly, keenly smelling the smell of the criminal case.

He stood up, put on his coat, went to the next room, bent his fingers, and tapped twice.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and a beautiful lady with green eyes and long flaxen hair appeared in front of Wendell.

Her hair was messy, her face was pale, her light green clothes were dotted with bright red blood, and she was holding a dagger that was dripping with blood.

The young lady in her early twenties pursed her lips for a while, and said in a dreamy tone:

"I killed someone..."

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