Chapter 280 A Desperate Result
"Tom, make me a glass of St. Martin's Blood."
Rooney carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and came over to sit on the other side of Carl, so three suspicious candidates with secrets sat in a row at the bar.
No, it was four. The traitor who caught the traitor was also suspicious.
Lin Qi sighed. He now realized that the situation of the wanted criminals in the internal group was still hard to say, but the mission of the external group was, on the surface, a very normal tomb-robbing operation, which called up a group of lawless madmen. These people were able to apply for the job, and no one did a lot of similar things. Everyone naturally got along day and night to drink and have fun together, and cultivate tacit understanding for future joint actions.
It's just that among the six applicants, besides the identity of lawless madmen, some people seem to have other backgrounds. Otherwise, why not just gather all six people together to meet them all at once, saving the trouble of going to find the remaining three separately.
Lin Qi's eyes flickered, and after a moment of hesitation, he raised the corners of his mouth behind the round fan and chuckled, "You can call me Ms. Selene, and my identity will be kept secret for the time being. Mr. Rooney is right, I brought the most important item. If nothing unexpected happens, I will also act with you in three days."
"Huh?" The three of them were stunned and looked at each other. Carl Jones said puzzledly, "Beautiful lady, you are not kidding, haven't you heard the boss mention it?"
"Mr. Howard will not agree, we can join the action because we have passed Howard's test." Rooney, the ancient book broker, also frowned and looked at the mysterious beauty who always liked to play with the round fan with a puzzled look, as if he was thinking about her identity and purpose, "Do you have any characteristics that we don't have?"
Guess slowly, if you can guess it, I lose.
"Well, I do." Lynch smiled and said lightly, "I have the key items."
Perhaps because they had never seen such a righteous answer, the expressions of the three people were a little subtle, but no one expressed doubts. After all, no matter how stupid a person is, he would not tell such a lie that would be exposed if he asked a little.
However, Lynch did not stare at the reactions of the three people at this time. Instead, his attention was focused on the bartender Tom. He was mixing the blood of St. Martin ordered by Rooney. The action of shaking the wine was like flowing water, but just when Lynch said to act together, the other party's action had a slight pause, so subtle that if he was not shaking the wine, it would be impossible to distinguish it.
Who is this person? There is also a ghost in his heart. Is it sent by Howard to monitor this group of people?
"I just talked about this with Howard not long ago, so I wanted to come and meet everyone first. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Jones as soon as I went out." While thinking, Lynch said leisurely: "What about the other three, why don't we have a few drinks together to get to know each other."
Lynch was no longer panicked at this time, because he roughly clarified the relationship between Howard and these people.
Lynch is Howard's investigator, so Howard will definitely cover up his lies unconditionally, so his lies will never be exposed. At this time, he is equivalent to bringing money into the group, and no one is qualified to question him. Instead, the six people have to try their best to satisfy him, especially the inner ghost, unless he wants to make trouble now.
Then just gather these people together, and everyone will perform a good show to see who else has problems, hehe...
Hmm? It must be because I have used the fan for a long time. How come I am as perverted as those crazy women.
"Haha, that's good. Such a beautiful lady wants to join our team. This is something we dare not dream of. Ah, Dr. Jenna, I didn't say you are not beautiful enough, but it is an encouragement to everyone to have one more scenery."
Sure enough, no matter which world, appearance represents justice. Carl Jones accepted Lynch's statement in an instant and stood up with a smile on his face:
"But there is no need to look for them. We originally agreed to come here every night to build tacit understanding for the task in a few days. They soon... Ha, they came as expected."
The man and the woman pushed open the door. The man was a middle-aged man in his forties, short and fat, with a thick beard. Although he was wearing a formal suit, he was sloppy all over. There were even wine stains on his beard and hat. The most eye-catching thing about his body, besides the beard, was the huge round nose, which made him look as funny as a cartoon character.
The woman looked even stranger. She came in a loose nightgown, with messy hair, dark blue eye sockets, chapped lips, slightly red eyes, and a thick book in her arms. She walked unsteadily, looking like she hadn't slept for several days. Her eyes were dull and her expression was dazed while walking, which made Lynch feel that if she hadn't followed the man beside her, she would not have been able to walk here at all, and she would have fallen asleep halfway.
But as the two approached, Lynch suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and his heart suddenly contracted.
The feeling of being peeped at by a powerful mysterious force when he was just teleported was fleeting. At the same time, a feeling as if he was next to a burning flame arose spontaneously, and he was burning all over. It was not a touch from the skin, but a perception from inspiration, a bit like the burning of the soul when wearing a ring, but the degree was much lighter.
Damn, what is this?
Lynch's face was stiff, fortunately he was not discovered because of the fan. He quickly recalled the information in his mind. The short and fat man should be the antique hunter, Jack Adams, nicknamed the relic hound, a soul-discarding person of an unknown fallen god.
The other woman was linguist Judy Butterfly, who was said to be a Soul Forsaken of the Lord of the Falling God of Flame. If nothing unexpected happened, the burning sensation should have been felt from her. But Lynch was sure that he had never felt the same thing from any Soul Forsaken, not even the eighth-level archaeological director Ole. Was this woman really a Soul Forsaken? Inspiration was evidence that this woman definitely had problems, and it was not as simple as the information said.
Very good, four of the six people were wrong, how exaggerated could it be? There must be a normal outlaw among the remaining two, such as this big nose...
"Hey, Tom, give me a beer."
The sloppy, short and fat man Jack sat down next to Jenna, speaking rudely and with crude movements. This made Dr. Jenna next to him pause, and stood up with a look of disgust, glaring at Jack with contempt.
The two people's eyes met in the air for a moment, Jenna snorted coldly, muttered a disgusting word, and then went around to sit next to Rooney on the other side, and Jack also slapped the table, pointed at Jenna and cursed, swearing, not like a Rand gentleman at all, until the bartender pushed the beer in front of him, he reluctantly stopped.
"Sorry, beautiful lady." Carl squeezed back to Lynch with a smile, "Jack and Dr. Jenna may have some personality incompatibility. They have accumulated a lot of unhappiness these days and often have conflicts, but there is no problem in serious matters. After all, everyone is a professional."
"Hehe, it is easy to have conflicts when there are too many people. It's understandable."
Lynch smiled casually, but in fact he had drawn the fifth question mark. Carl said that the personality incompatibility means that the two people actually have no grudges, but they just don't like each other. This kind of thing does happen from time to time and is a normal phenomenon, but if one party's identity is almost certain to have problems, it is not normal at all. It is easy to make people think that they deliberately create the illusion of incompatibility to distance themselves from the relationship, which means that both of them may have problems.
"So, what about the other Mr. Salin?"
The Salin in the information claims to be a folklorist, but what he does more is to change his identity and go deep into rural villages to defraud the ancient totems or sacred objects circulated in the tribe. He is called a folk liar.
"He may not be seen until tomorrow. Salin often disappears at night and rarely attends our gatherings. He refuses to explain why he is not willing to explain, so we don't look for him at night."
"Okay..."
Lynch sighed faintly as he looked at Tom, the bartender who was still busy. He probably knew why this liar didn't show up at night. He probably thought that the bartender's job was more interesting than that of a liar.
However, it is impossible for a normal person to disguise himself in front of his companions and secretly observe them every day. Saying that there is no other problem with his identity, Lynch would doubt his IQ.
So, this is to let me tell Howard that all the people you are looking for are insiders?
And you insiders, who are you acting for every day? Can't you communicate with each other?
And what should I do? I can't tell you in private that I'm also a traitor. I bet you won't believe me. Besides, Howard is not a fool. As long as he buries a real person among these people, I will be completely finished once I am exposed.
Carl Jones was explaining the situation to everyone on behalf of Lynch, and Lynch felt more and more annoyed the more he thought about it. It was worse than when he knew nothing just now.
But just when he was most annoyed, he suddenly realized a strange look. He looked over and saw that Ms. Judy, who made him most vigilant, was staring at him. The look made him unpredictable and cold all over.