Chapter 427 Modern Ghost Society

"Last week, you didn't seem as talkative as you are now, but we have made a good start. At that time, you were with your boss, a vigorous and cold lady, and a group of colleagues. They were sitting where we are now, discussing business matters." Dickens said absent-mindedly.

"Well, so... and then you broke in?" Chen Ke narrowed his eyes. It seemed that he had experienced a lot of things after crossing. No wonder the owner of the cafe was hinting at him like crazy...

"Yes, this is also what I am curious about. I don't know what you were discussing at that time, and I guess you won't tell me now." Dickens narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke himself didn't know, so naturally he couldn't say anything to Dickens. He tried to piece together what happened to him in the past week.

He first came to this cafe, and then what? Where did he kill so many monsters and fight a big battle with Florence?

"Although I am a writer, I'll tell you secretly, Mr. Chen. I have a secret group that is engaged in some very exciting investigation activities." Dickens moved closer, and his expectations became very mysterious and weird.

"Ah, Dickens, since it's a secret... shouldn't it be kept well? You and I have only met for less than an hour, and you are going to tell me about this?" Chen Ke asked in confusion.

"Because I can see that you are not an ordinary person, and my society is too short of field investigators." Dickens laughed.

"Oh... you are not very convincing. What is special about me?" Chen Ke spread his hands.

"On the one hand, it comes from the writer's perception, and on the other hand, it is your outfit. Don't you understand? Who would walk on the street wearing such an outfit?" Dickens pointed at the clothes Chen Ke was wearing.

Chen Ke looked down and saw that it was indeed the case. Although Florence's set of relics was a 19th century Victorian-style outfit, it was obviously specialized for hunting some monsters.

"Besides, last time you booked a whole floor of the cafe, people from different industries gathered together. It is conceivable that the business you discussed must be unusual to some extent." Dickens said.

Chen Ke did not speak, guessing that Xu Jing must have been arranging some tasks at the time, or perhaps just asking for information.

"And... I know a pair of siblings. I think they had contact with you in a thrilling adventure last week..." Dickens said slowly.

"Huh?" Chen Ke tensed up when he heard this.

At this time, a young man came up from the stairs. He was wearing a black windbreaker, a top hat on his head, and a cane in his left hand.

"Lin. We meet again. Maybe I should call you Chen Ke?" The man smiled.

Chen Ke looked at the man and didn't recognize who he was. He had no impression at all.

"Don't look at me like that... It's like you've never seen me before." The man said as he sat down at the table.

Chen Ke looked at the man and then at Dickens, feeling that he was in a disadvantageous position.

They knew him, but it was only one-sided. Now that Chen Ke had lost his memory of last week, he couldn't easily believe them.

"I should say something... Get something useful..." Chen Ke thought secretly, picked up the coffee cup and drank it, hiding his puzzled look.

"Jacob told me something, Mr. Chen. We have no ill intentions, and I believe that your position is not in conflict with ours." Dickens said.

"That guy's called Jacob..." Chen Ke glanced at the man with a squinting eye. He looked like a gangster. He didn't look like a good person, did he?

"I'm sorry about what happened under the academy, Chen Ke, but I'm very grateful for the choice you made, and that lady... um." Jacob said, looking at Chen Ke, as if hinting at something, and at the same time he looked at Dickens, as if hiding something.

"To be frank, my secret group is called the Modern Ghost Society, which specializes in studying and searching for all kinds of mysterious and bizarre events, and Jacob is my partner." Dickens whispered.

"Modern Ghost Society?" Chen Ke asked.

"Yes, you also saw those things under the academy. I don't know what method you used to kill so many monsters." Jacob said.

It turns out that I killed monsters under the academy... Chen Ke thought secretly.

"I use my social status and various connections to explore the strange events in Langton City, and then Jacob helps me to conduct field investigations. This is the way of action of the modern ghost society." Dickens explained.

"What is it for? What is your purpose?" Chen Ke shook his head and asked.

"Exploration itself is the meaning, Mr. Chen. We live in an era of great change. There are not only gears and steam, but also some things that ordinary people cannot understand are quietly surging. This is an era of mystery and change. Isn't it a great thing to be a witness of this era?" Dickens asked.

"I thought you were just looking for material for the novel." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"I don't write fantasy stories, Mr. Chen Ke, but some people in my small group like these things." Dickens smiled.

"I'm sorry, Dickens, if you want me to be an investigator of your small group, you'd better give up this idea... I have no interest and time to participate in your small investigation..." Chen Ke said and stood up.

"I didn't mean to force you, Mr. Chen Ke. I'm deeply sorry that we didn't reach a cooperative relationship." Dickens said calmly.

"I thought we could have a good chat." Jacob looked at Chen Ke, then at Dickens, and smiled awkwardly.

"Thank you for the coffee, Dickens." Chen Ke said, and walked down the stairs.

Jonathan wiped the coffee cup, and when he saw Chen Ke coming down from upstairs, he knocked on the bar, as if to attract Chen Ke's attention.

Chen Ke came to the bar and looked at Jonathan cautiously.

"Mr. Lin... I thought you were dead too. The report said that you two died in a hotel." Jonathan whispered, and looked at the customers drinking coffee around.

"No, we are still alive." Chen Ke said.

If Xu Jing died, she would immediately jump here from the time and space where the foundation is located. Now she has no news, and it seems that Chen Ke should not have completed the task. Xu Jing is probably controlled.

And they called themselves Mr. Lin... Chen Ke should have introduced himself when he came here, perhaps using the name Lin Mo.

"That's great... Without Miss Xu Jing, we have lost contact with the Foundation. Do you know what's going on now?" Jonathan asked.

"You..." Chen Ke's scalp tingled. This cafe actually knew about the Foundation. I'm afraid it's not the Foundation's base in this era.

"Several bases were attacked. Chen Ke should have discovered where we are hiding... Mr. Lin, what should we do now?" Jonathan was a little nervous. As a completely ordinary person, he couldn't deal with psychics.

It seems that the people in this cafe know a lot, but Jonathan doesn't look like a time traveler... I'm afraid he's a temporary worker hired by the Foundation locally.

"Can you provide supplies? For example, weapons, clothes, money, etc..." Chen Ke asked in a low voice.

"Of course, it's in the back. Please follow me." Jonathan put down the cup and took Chen Ke to the small house behind the cafe.

This small house is very warm. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary hotel room, but if you look closely, you will find that guns and various cold weapons are hidden behind the cabinets and tables.

Chen Ke walked to a cupboard and opened the door. Inside were many muzzle-loading rifles of this era, and there was a row of revolvers under the cupboard.

"Fuck, there are no holy objects? These antique guns are useless..." Chen Ke complained. Even the Glock pistols and Python revolvers of the 21st century would have little effect against those psychic monsters, let alone things of this era.

"What are holy objects?" Jonathan was puzzled.

"Oh... nothing." Chen Ke shook his head. It seemed that the Foundation had some reservations about them.

It was better to have a gun than not to have one. Moreover, the set of holy objects on him could enhance the damage of the guns. With the psychic crystal gun and Angele's ash, he was not without the ability to fight. Chen Ke picked up a revolver and looked at it. He subconsciously opened the back cover of the magazine and looked at it.

"Well... I used this gun before..." Chen Ke said secretly.

No one told him that the magazine of this gun could not be rotated out, but he knew it at the first time. This was the memory of the body.

He was about to ask Jonathan if he had any bullets, when a line of small words appeared in the upper right corner of his vision:

The God Blood Bullet is loading...

Correspondingly, a row of red bullet-shaped icons appeared below the boy, one by one.

"What is this?" Chen Ke was stunned.

He looked down at the revolver, and saw a red bullet in the opened magazine.

One, two, three... six.

The God Blood Bullet was loaded.

He closed the magazine, pulled the hammer, and the revolver made a crisp sound of loading, and a drop of blood dripped from the barrel.