Chapter 184 Invitation Letter

June 9, 1399, 8 am.

Lynch stretched and woke up from his sleep.

The sun shone through the clean and bright glass window onto the bed. This was a habit Lynch had developed since he traveled through time. Every night, he had to sleep under the shining of the crimson moon, just like his soul was immersed in the moonlight all year round before he traveled through time.

The sun shone on his face, warm and comfortable. Listening to the bustling voices, rolling wheels, and chirping birds outside the window, Lynch felt very happy.

He slept until he woke up naturally, and envied the students and office workers in his previous life.

Lynch yawned lazily, climbed out of bed and shook his injured leg. Mrs. Nightingale came again yesterday for the final follow-up visit and confirmed that the broken leg had completely healed and he could prepare to break it again.

The last sentence was little Martha's comment, and then Lynch slapped her several times, making her scream, but she covered her butt and giggled foolishly, which made Lynch wonder if this child had awakened some special fetish because of his beating.

Picking up the casual clothes beside the bed and putting them on, a fresh scent of soapberry hit her face.

Number Five rubbed blood all over Natalie, and when he rushed home overnight, Mrs. Maggie and little Martha were shocked, thinking that Lynch was in trouble too, and it took a long time to appease the two women.

However, after knowing that he had to go out to do serious things today, the landlady took the initiative to snatch a set of dirty clothes and helped him clean them from inside to outside. She sent them up early last night, and when he put them on, Lynch felt warm from inside to outside.

But Lynch immediately found a problem, a big problem.

It was indeed washed clean, but the problem was that some parts of the clothes were also washed, and now they were neatly folded and pressed under the clothes, making Lynch stare at it for a long time.

The scene of the landlady helping to wash the clothes appeared in his mind, and his smile gradually became worse. A bunch of letters and numbers flashed before his eyes. Realizing this, Lynch quickly slapped himself and threw all the strange numbers out of his brain.

No, I'm at a disadvantage. Forget it. I'll just take the disadvantage. I won't care about this little thing. I'm really generous.

Slapping himself again to comfort his shame of being missing, Lynch opened the safe, took out his three strange items and a pistol, put them on his body one by one, and then equipped himself with tranquilizing flowers and bullets, and then walked down the stairs with a new pipe in his mouth.

I feel more and more like a detective, and this kind of life seems not bad.

"Good day, Mrs. Maggie."

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard Mrs. Maggie humming from the kitchen. The song was clear and gentle, which made people who heard it unconsciously calm down.

When I looked over, I saw that the landlady was wearing a thin long dress and an apron. She was busy in the kitchen, with light steps and a faint smile between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Ah, Mr. Lynch."

Looking back, she saw Lynch taking off his hat to greet her. Mrs. Maggie covered her mouth with her big blue eyes and laughed softly:

"Why are you so polite today? Come sit down. I think you should wake up. I am preparing breakfast for you. The newspaper is on the table. You can read it for a while. Breakfast will be ready soon."

"How can I be so embarrassed."

Lynch glanced at the slender back of the busy figure. Hmm, I didn't see it clearly. He looked again. Hey, I still didn't see it clearly. I must be blind. Otherwise, I will change to the blind man touching the elephant... He quickly slapped himself again. The sound was quite loud, attracting the curious eyes of the landlady.

It's okay. As long as I am not embarrassed, she will be embarrassed. Lynch muttered a few words about mosquitoes, sat down, picked up the newspaper, and began to read amid the sound of running water and the clinking of porcelain.

"Where's Martha, did she go to school?"

"Well, the teacher often praises her these days. Fortunately, you discipline her. Thank you."

"What about after school?"

"Recently, she rarely hangs out with those children. She goes home to accompany me after school. However, she is often with the female reporter Miss Maya these days. I don't know what she is going to do. I think she is an adult and your friend. She should be very reliable, so I didn't interfere with her."

You say a woman who dares to break into the ghoul's lair to interview alone is reliable?

Lynch's mouth twitched, but he could probably guess what the two careless women were planning. It was nothing more than helping those children in the King District find a way to make a living besides robbery. This was not a bad thing. Let them do it.

"Your coffee is still the flavor you like, with more milk and less sugar. You and Natalie must get along very well. Your tastes are just opposite."

"No, what's the logic of your sentence?"

Lin Qi's teeth hurt when he thought of Natalie's taste. He felt that the sugar in that woman's cup of coffee was enough for him to eat for half a month. Fortunately, since the world developed the New World hundreds of years ago, sugar cane has been mass-produced, otherwise there would not be enough sugar in the world for her to eat.

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated. You said bad things about her again. Be careful that she will press you to the ground and sentence you to death next time."

"Then I have to press you to the ground first... cough cough, the oven is hot, the oven is hot."

The mindless nonsense made the blonde lady blush. She dropped the coffee cup and hid back next to the oven. She felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a little strange, so she quickly changed the subject: "Any interesting news?"

"Well... a cargo ship named Morel sank outside the White Bird Port of the Ocean Terminal, and Morel and Sons suffered heavy losses."

"Such things happen all the time. Some people get rich while others fight against poverty. It's not interesting. Ah, Mr. Lynch, can you get me the honey? It's in the cabinet."

Handing over the honey smoothly, Lynch continued to look through the newspaper: "What about this? In recent days, some people have been seeing strange people wandering around the pier at night. They exude a strong fishy smell, a bit like The fishermen were wandering on the shore mysteriously, with no idea of ​​their purpose. Others saw huge octopus tentacles stretching out from the Rand River, which were a hundred meters long, sucking some strange fishermen into the sea. I suspect this person doesn’t understand the concept of one hundred meters.”

"These strange news should be of interest to you." Two cut eggs were brought up. The round eggs were golden, just like the sun outside, and they were hot and fragrant.

"Also, let me see, a princess from some country came to study abroad, named Chloe. There will be a dance on the evening of the 15th. During the banquet, the ruby ​​​​flaming red lips from her hometown will be displayed. Celebrities from all walks of life will be invited to participate. Well, invites Did you?"

"Hehe, I really hope someone invites you. What woman doesn't like a grand ball? It's a pity that I don't have one. I'm not a celebrity, but it's you. With so many big shots coming to see you, I will definitely invite you."

The toasted brown bread was evenly spread with jam and butter. Mrs. Maggie brought the bread to Lynch. She simply sat on the opposite side, holding her chin and watching Lynch read the newspaper, blinking her long eyelashes. , listening very attentively.

"Then I have to concentrate on waiting for the invitation letter. This is the invitation you promised. If you receive it, you will accompany me. If you don't receive it, I will ask you for it." Lin Qi curled his lips, feeling that it sounded familiar, but it didn't matter. He simply bit off half a piece of bread in one bite, "But... a celebrity? Can you get a few pounds of monthly income? If so, I will do it."

"You are teasing me again. Where can I find an invitation for you?" Mrs. Maggie's face turned red, and she gave Lin Qi an angry look, but suddenly she was stunned, "Hey, by the way, I got an invitation from you this morning. The letter is on the shoe cabinet, I'll get it for you right now."

With that said, the blonde lady held up the hem of her skirt and hurried back and forth, handing over a letter: "Here, your invitation to the ball is here."

It felt thick and hard, like cardboard. There was no sender or stamp on the envelope. It looked like it had been delivered directly. This made Lynch immediately think of the same experience last time, the letter of provocation sent to him by the Black Spider of the League of Shadows. Lynch frowned and tore open the envelope.

Then his expression turned strange.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lynch?" The strange expression made Mrs. Maggie a little confused, "What happened?"

Lynch raised his head and looked at her with a strange look: "The banquet invitation is from Princess Chloe."

"ha?"

"The private reception organized by the princess was only attended by rich or powerful people. I don't know why, but private detective Mr. Lynch Leviev was invited to attend."

Lynch sighed softly and threw the invitation on the dining table: "I think I guessed why a little guy like me was invited."

Flaming Red Lips is such a good name.

But it would be better if it wasn't ruby.

It looks like trouble is coming.

Bang bang bang.

While he was thinking about it, a sudden knock on the door interrupted Lynch's breakfast.