Chapter 176 I Am a Money-Grubber

A farce.

Lynch estimated that after the banker Dengglas realized that the escrow was lost, he immediately pointed the finger at him. He probably didn't really think that Lynch had stolen the things, but just wanted to find a scapegoat who was easy to bully to share the political pressure of the loss of the escrow items, and then slowly find a way to compensate the client's losses.

Unexpectedly, this scapegoat was more fierce than him, just like kicking a snowman on a fire hydrant.

This made Lynch very fortunate. Fortunately, he had worked hard enough before and earned the identity of an advisor to the Governor's Office, so that he could suppress Dengglas in turn. If he was still the identity of the ordinary cultural relic detective who had just crossed over, he would probably have been arrested and thrown into prison, and it was unknown how long it would take to clear the charges.

For this reason, he couldn't let things go like this, otherwise once he left people with the impression of being weak and bullied, anyone would dare to step on him in the future, and it would be difficult to change the concept at that time.

The signs must be killed at the source, and a non-fatal farce must be used to extort a large sum of money from the other party, so that everyone knows that if they provoke themselves, they will be bitten back, and the bite is quite painful. In this way, before anyone has any bad intentions, they must carefully consider whether they are willing to pay the price.

Yes, my behavior is very meaningful. I am not greedy for the fifty pounds. I am open and honest in my heart.

[Puff...]

'Don't laugh, just look at your scenery. '

Lin Qi paused in his thoughts, curled his lips secretly, and quickly fled from here.

A liar and thief who carries at least three strange objects and has a deep understanding of the Kingdom of Salt in the New World, a priceless ruby ​​with far-reaching implications, plus the Princess of the Kingdom of Salt who came to study abroad, just listening to a few factors, you can know how much trouble this matter is.

Now the trouble has been directly hit in the face, but Lin Qi still wants to struggle and try to stay out of it, so he left the scene as quickly as possible, hoping to cut off the connection with the incident.

I hope it works. Why does this kind of trouble suddenly focus on me? It can't be the adverse reaction of the immortal road, or the rats of the shadow alliance behind it?

With irritability in his heart, Lynch secretly asked: 'Neighbor. '

[I am looking at my scenery, please don't disturb me. ]

Hiss, why does the goddess still hold grudges? It's said that the goddess loves the world.

[You are not a worldly person in this world, neighbor. ]

Lynch almost choked to death. After holding it in for a long time, he pressed the blood vessels on his forehead: 'Forget it, a qualified Rand gentleman does not quarrel with the goddess. Give me some advice first. I run into trouble when I go out. Is this reasonable? '

[Very reasonable, Lynch, although you do have a strong attraction to mystery, it is mainly your own problem. Don't forget what the source of the mysterious incident is. ]

Lynch was shocked and quickly understood the neighbor's implication.

Mystery begins with perception.

This is the law that Mrs. Bessie repeatedly reminded herself of at the beginning, but she has never paid enough attention to it.

Now thinking back, if I hadn't noticed the three strange objects, I would have been as confused as Dengglas. It was because of my high sense that I could sense the existence of the strange objects that I could further detect the identity of the liar, thus having the possibility of further in-depth contact with the mystery.

'So this is the price of high sense that you mentioned. '

[Yeah. ]

'But I didn't tell anyone about the strange objects, and I didn't show it. Why was I still connected? '

[Mystery comes from the dreamland, and the dreamland comes from the mind, Lin Qi. ] A faint sigh came from my consciousness, [Note that mystery comes from perception, not from performance. ]

'So, whether or not to show that you have sensed the mystery is not the decisive factor. The result of perception itself is the fundamental factor that determines whether a connection is established. I understand, so when I sensed the three strange objects, I had actually established a connection with the event, that is, I was bullied by the event, but I pretended to be unaware and took the initiative to stay away, and it is still possible to cut off the established connection. '

[Yeah, there is a "possibility". ]

'Then what are you waiting for, run away. ’

He hurriedly stopped a cab, even a 12-penny box cab, and left this troubled place as quickly as possible.

Target, Crown District, Bessie Magic Prop Shop.

Calculating the time, Mrs. Bessie's suspension period should have ended, and Lynch had long thought about visiting her. After all, she almost died in the hands of the Abyss Weaver because she helped him, and it was reasonable for him to come and thank her in person.

Besides, the newly acquired ability, dying resonance, is not as easy to learn as the two initial abilities of concealment. It is said that a lot of auxiliary facilities are needed.

Sure enough, the prop shop has been renovated and reopened. The lights in the dark shop are dim, and the surroundings exude an ancient and stale smell, which adds a bit of mystery to the room.

As expected of one of the top mystics in Rhine City, even the place where he is located is so antique and full of the sense of precipitation of years. It is really... huh? No, isn't it newly renovated after it was blown up? Why does every piece of furniture look like an antique?

Thinking in his mind, Lynch saw the red-haired lady again.

The woman, full of mature charm, biting on a white lady's pipe, her blurred eyes were always hazy as if covered with a layer of mist, exuding a mysterious attraction.

"Mrs. Bessie, please help us."

The speaker was a middle-aged couple, dressed elegantly, but looked quite anxious, with their upper bodies almost leaning into the counter:

"We have tested every room according to your instructions, and there are no special changes in the test strips."

"Isn't that good? It means your house is fine. It's clean and safe."

"However, my wife still has nightmares every night, and she always feels uneasy when she is awake, as if someone is watching her. And my daughter also ran out at night wearing heavy makeup, as if she was a different person. Same thing, I asked her during the day, but she didn’t know anything, she seemed to be sleepwalking.”

That was just sneaking out for a date in the middle of the night. Lynch secretly rolled his eyes, but Mrs. Bessie said with a solemn expression: "That means there is a real problem. But it doesn't matter, don't be nervous, the filth that bothers you is relatively weak, and you can definitely deal with it with this."

As he spoke, he took out a small statue and pushed it across the counter with his pipe: "This is the sacrificial statue of the Nikru Dynasty of the Fourth Age. It is full of sacred aura and is naturally capable of restraining filth. Take it back and place it in the most secret place in the room. After three days, the filth will naturally disappear and my wife’s symptoms will disappear.”

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Bessie. This statue is very precious."

"Not expensive, ten pounds."

Um?

"Huh, okay, it's pretty cheap."

Um? ?

Relaxation and relief appeared on the faces of the middle-aged couple. They hurriedly counted out the ten-pound notes and placed them respectfully in front of Mrs. Bessie. Then, as if they were worried that she would regret it, they picked up the statue and turned away.

"Well, if my archeology hadn't learned anything about dogs, the statue just now must be no more than six months old, and it doesn't have any mysterious properties on it."

"It's made to order by a handicraft shop in the River Valley area. It's a shilling a piece. Do you have any objections?"

"Hey, this is more profitable than robbery."

"Robbery is not so safe." The red-haired lady puffed out the cigarette and said leisurely, "They most likely have psychological problems that produce auto-suggestion. This thing is enough to offset their auto-suggestion. If the problem still cannot be solved, It shows that they are really threatened by strange and dirty things. The statue is originally a test treatment and a part of solving the problem. It will not delay their treatment. As for the money... they are willing to give it and I have no grudge against the money, so why not accept it? Are you satisfied? You are as rigid as that woman Natalie, focusing on trivial matters."

"She is a police officer, so of course she has to care about it."

"how about you?"

"I'm a money addict."

"Pfft, that's good. I'm satisfied. I forgive you for almost tricking me to death." The red-haired lady said lazily, "What do you want to do today?"

Lin Qi carefully handed over the mysterious document that was not yet warm.

"Hiss, the power of death, and it is such a weird ability."

Mrs. Bessie looked at Lynch thoughtfully:

"Okay, come with me."