Chapter 37 Sacrifice Himself

At 10 o'clock in the evening, it began to rain lightly again in Backlund, and the thin water mist gave the light of the gas street lamp a hazy beauty.

Isengard Stanton's assistant, Bowen, inspected the ground floor and walked to the oriel window, preparing to close the last window.

At this moment, a black shadow jumped in and landed firmly on the protruding wall.

This is a blue short-haired stray cat!

Seeing the other party's big, round yellow eyes looking at him, Bowen couldn't help but let out a low laugh:

"There's no food here."

Because detective work is easy to attract revenge, and there are many secrets that need to be hidden, so the cooks and servants in Isengard Stanton's house are all part-time workers. Too much food, which makes them hard to keep after dinner.

The blue shorthair cat opened its mouth, but it didn't meow, but spoke like a human:

"I'm Sherlock Moriarty, and I want to see Mr. Isengard Stanton.

"..." Although Bowen is an Extraordinary trained by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, his own sequence is not too high, and his knowledge is not too much. This is the first time he has met a talking cat, and he will inevitably be shocked and confused for a short time. Absent.

It took several seconds before he regained consciousness, recalling what the blue short-haired cat said just now:

It said... it said it was Sherlock Moriarty?

This great detective is really not easy!

He can turn into a cat, no, control a cat!

This ability is really weird and terrifying!

Bowen quickly calmed down, without directly answering the blue short-haired cat, he stretched out his hand to close the glass window.

After finishing all this, he lowered his voice and said:

"follow me."

The blue short-haired cat immediately jumped off the platform behind the oriel window, with its tail raised, walked nimbly behind Bowen, followed him all the way to the second floor, and watched him ring the button in Isengard Stanton's bedroom. door.

"What's the matter?" Isinger, who was wearing light striped pajamas, opened the door and asked.

He is enjoying a tobacco before bed.

Bowen cautiously pointed to the blue short-haired cat squatting beside him and said:

"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you."

Essinger, with gray temples and thin face, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down, took two steps back, and let the blue short-haired cat swagger into his bedroom.

"Go back to your room to sleep and get up on time tomorrow. We still have a case to investigate." Essinger ordered Bowen as if nothing had happened.

After the assistant left, he closed the door, turned his head to look at the blue short-haired cat squatting beside the easy chair, and chuckled softly:

"I didn't expect you to have this extraordinary ability, and I was worried that you would come directly."

"I noticed that exclamation point." The blue shorthair cat smiled.

It has to be said that this kind of expression on a cat's face is quite unnatural, and it will make the witness's spine chill and hair stand up.

Essinger had no abnormal reaction to this, took a sip of the pipe, sat on the easy chair, exhaled slowly in enjoyment, and said with a smile:

"I trust your wisdom."

"Thank you for your compliment." The blue shorthair cat politely stretched out its paws and saluted.

Essinger stared at it, stroked the pipe, smiled and said:

"You should have understood what happened.

"Although those people didn't dare to monitor very strictly for fear of being discovered by me, and told the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam, hehe, once they are exposed, they will also have a lot of trouble, but I believe that there must be demigods among them, This is both reasoning and what some feedback has told me, after all I have lived on this street for many years.

"So, humans and animals will not be prevented from entering my house. You have already thought of this, but when you leave, you will inevitably be followed. How can you get rid of them? Hmm... the amount of money is not enough. Quite a few, and going out with them will be very conspicuous.

"Let me think about it,

Are you planning to communicate with me and ask me to deposit the money into a designated bank account, and then you will find many people to withdraw it in batches and at the same time in different places outside Backlund? "

Having said that, Essinger laughed at himself and said:

"This is the best way I can think of, but it will be very troublesome to operate."

The blue short-haired cat didn't answer positively, but said with a low smile:

"I just need you to lend me an empty room and three candles."

"No problem." Essinger Stanton said without further questioning, "The price of this share transfer is 12,000 gold pounds, and the buyer is Earl Hall's daughter Audrey, um, hiring a lawyer and The accounting team, the advertisements cost a total of £600, and after paying the 0.5% stamp duty and the 20% Class D income tax, there is still £8,940 left.”

Class D taxes refer to commercial, financial and specialized trade income taxes.

I still have to pay taxes... I lost more than two thousand pounds in one fell swoop... The expression of the blue short-haired cat was a little dull for a moment.

Klein used to be a Nighthawk, and he didn't need to pay personal income tax on his salary. Later, he was a private detective, and his income was difficult to monitor, so he never voluntarily declared taxes. Later, he became an adventurer, because there was a discount on bounties for pirates, so he didn't need to pay taxes. , and had no awareness of this aspect, so even if Isengard Stanton mentioned the tax issue last time, he didn't take it to heart, and he didn't think there would be much. In the end, reality gave him a hard time. Great.

As for why there was no tax paid for the last equity transaction, it is because the Ruen government encourages initial investment in inventions and creations, and there are corresponding deductions.

After a brief silence, the blue shorthair cat's whiskers moved twice and said:

"Okay, you give me the cash, uh, move to that empty room.

"Is there any problem with that cash?"

"I've already checked, they won't make small moves in this regard, this is an insult to my IQ." Essinger stood up with a pipe in his hand and said, "Remember to make up a signed transaction confirmation letter for me and mail it over .”

"It's already on its way." The blue shorthair cat responded preparedly.

Essinger then walked to the safe in the master bedroom, opened it with a code and a key, then pulled out stacks of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.

Then, he took these briefcases, left the master bedroom, and entered the guest bedroom diagonally opposite.

"You count it." Essinger said to the blue shorthair cat who followed him while putting down the briefcases full of cash.

"I believe in you." The blue shorthair cat glanced at it and said.

Essinger nodded, pointed to the cabinet and said:

"There are candles in it."

After finishing speaking, he retreated to the door, held the handle, and said with a smile:

"I'm really curious how you're going to leave... I think it's going to be a wonderful 'magic'."

With a click, Isengard Stanton closed the door, making the guest bedroom quiet and deserted again.

Next to the blue shorthair cat, a figure wearing a dark red coat and an old tricorne hat quickly appeared. It was Klein's secret puppet, "Wraith" Senor.

He dug out the candles, quickly set up a crude altar, omitted all the pre-requisites, and said in a low elvish language directly:

"The favored one of the sea and the spirit world, the protector of the Rorsted Islands, the ruler of the seabed creatures, the master of the tsunami and the storm, the great Kavitua.

"Your faithful servant prays for your watch;

"Pray that you accept his offering;

"I pray that you will open the gate of the kingdom."

The wind in the wall of spirituality suddenly became intense, and Senor quickly scratched the skin on the back of his hand with his nails, throwing out drops of blood.

As the "wraith" of Sequence 5, everything on him is equal to spiritual material!

The strong wind sucked away the blood and poured it into the candle that symbolized the "God of the Sea" Kavitua, causing it to expand and turn into an illusory door full of magical signs and symbols.

After about ten seconds, the door made a heavy creaking sound and slowly opened little by little.

Senior immediately picked up the briefcases containing cash one by one, and threw them into the illusory gate.

When there was nothing left, a gold coin contained in his body flew out and landed on the altar.

The figure of the "resentful soul" then disappeared and projected onto the smooth part of the gold coin.

The gold coins wobbled and flew up, followed the briefcase in front, and entered the illusory gate of sacrifice.

Silently, the mysterious door closed, and the three candles returned to normal.

At this time, the blue short-haired cat seemed to have found itself, looked left and right blankly, and made a meowing sound.

After a while, Essinger opened the door and came in, only to find that all the briefcases containing the banknotes were gone, only three candles were left burning quietly, and only the blue shorthair cat arched its back vigilantly.

While he was watching this scene deeply, at the fork at the other end of the street, a van drove past at a leisurely pace.

…………

On the same night, in a building in the Jowood District.

Under the sparse drizzle, Xio returned home, wiped his hair with a towel, and said to Forsi:

"Your letter has been posted."

Forsi let out a "hmm", and secretly guessed when the teacher would be able to reply.

At this time, Xio put down the towel and said casually:

"There is news of Mr. X's party. It's the same place as before, Friday night."

Good to tell Mr. World! I don't know how much compensation I need to pay... Forsi's eyes lit up when she heard it.

Before she had time to ask for details, Xio added on her own:

"Mr. X also gave a mission that is said to be very rich in rewards, um, tell him the people who are unlucky that he knows."

"A person with unlucky luck?" Fors murmured in confusion, "Is there something wrong with this gentleman's brain? Who would reveal the situation around him in such a party? It's easy for people to discover his true identity."

"Who knows? Maybe he really is a lunatic." Xio didn't know anyone with abnormal luck, so he responded indifferently.

Forsi thought about it carefully for a while, but still didn't understand the real purpose of this task, so she could only put it behind her, and was going to pray to Mister Fool when Xio went to take a bath, and passed the corresponding information to the "world" "Gehrman Sparrow.