Chapter 173 Gang (Subscribe)

night.

Detective assistant Derian walked out of the detective office, came to a public rental house, and knocked on the door.

Inside was a handsome, white-haired old man. When he saw Derian, a smile appeared on his face, and he made room for Derian to walk into the living room.

On the sofa, several other people were already sitting.

They included a well-dressed gentleman, a glamorous girl, and a newsboy with shrewd eyes.

"Welcome to our Mr. Detective."

The gray-haired and temperament old man applauded, and his gestures were filled with an invisible leadership temperament.

This is not a mysterious influence, but a synthesis of his own experience, experience, and past success.

"I followed the target for a long time, he went for a walk in the morning, and then went to visit neighbor Aaron Uggs..."

Derian took out his notebook and said the noteworthy things one by one.

"Very well, about that Mr. Yoggs, who needs to add?"

The old man wrote a line of words on a blackboard, and upon closer inspection, there was a whole page of character relationships around William Mark.

"A traveler who has inherited a large estate, William probably wants to borrow money from him." The well-dressed gentleman replied, "I will ask him later."

Aaron looked at each other, a little familiar, as if he was a guest at the last time William's family held a banquet.

"A rich boy, if I try it, I might be able to deceive a lot of money."

The gorgeous girl pulled out a shell-shaped foundation box from her women's handbag and touched up her makeup.

"No, the goal is clear, this is the purpose of our action!"

The old man shook his head in denial and looked at the newsboy.

"His whereabouts in the afternoon are all here... He actually went to the bank, probably wanting to apply for a credit loan or a mortgage..."

The newsboy smiled and said, "I feel that the prey is about to be hooked."

"To our lovely Mr. William Mark!"

Derian poured himself a glass of rye beer and laughed loudly: "With that much money, I'm going to Pulmouth and open my own detective's office!"

"Everyone... keep a low profile."

The old man smiled and pressed his palm: "Also... Mr. Detective, remember the principle, we are just strangers, after this vote, we will leave each other, don't reveal your information! Of course... If you want to release false information, As if I didn't say it...it's a great way to ensure that if something happens to someone in the future, the rest of us will still be safe."

‘…’

As the old man spoke, Aaron stood by the side, and could clearly see every subtle expression on his face.

"Is this the legendary slaughtering plate? That's not right... I even bought or placed acquaintances in advance. This is a special hunt... gangs commit crimes and add a fairy tale... Poor Mr. William Mark!"

He chuckled lightly, and the voice disappeared instantly, leaving only a few marks belonging to the resentful spirit.

"Ah!"

The youngest newsboy suddenly sneezed and complained, "Don't you feel it's cold here? Old Eugene, did you forget to pay the heating bill..."

...

Golden Rose Street, 33.

Aaron opened his eyes.

Although a single thought could make those liars die horribly, he did not act directly.

After all, he and William Mark barely counted as acquaintances that he had met a few times. Killing people for this reason and exposing the existence of evil spirits to the Bureau of Investigation was a very irrational act.

"This is just a scam, it doesn't involve mystery, just wait and see, people won't know the pain if they don't learn a lesson."

"If William Mark is really deceived, I'll report the situation to Glamorgan Field. Secular matters will be resolved in the secular, and don't involve mystery."

"It's good for everyone..."

He lifted the previous arrangement and walked out of the room.

Immediately, a worried Sylvia came over: "Master, are you okay?"

The young master actually stayed in his room for a full day. If he doesn't come out after another night, Sylvia is ready to call the police!

"It's okay... prepare dinner for me."

Aaron yawned.

The master does not have to tell the servant what he does.

...

The Bureau of Investigation, shrouded in darkness, is like a beast lurking in the darkness.

Percy Anias limped out of the gate, as if he was collapsing.

His mood at this time was extremely complicated.

Originally, he had planned to tell the director all the details.

But when things came to an end, perhaps because he thought of the mourning of the Beyonders who had been imprisoned by him, or because his mind had been cast an invisible spell, he concealed a lot of things.

For example... I was not only attracted, but also recited the honorable name of the great existence!

But in the follow-up inspection, Percy got the answer that he was not contaminated by any external pollution!

It made him more miserable.

'I did not make the decision to protect myself under the influence of magic, but from my heart! ’

'I am a waver, a betrayer! ’

Percy's eyes were filled with sadness and contempt.

At this time, he saw two staff members of the Bureau of Investigation walking towards the door while joking and laughing.

"team leader!"

After seeing him, the two investigators immediately saluted solemnly.

"You are..."

Percy asked suspiciously.

"I have worked too much overtime recently, and the bureau finally has a holiday. We went to the Moulin Rouge together..."

An investigator responded generously.

"Have a holiday?"

Percy was in a trance for a while, how distant is this word?

"Yeah... Boss, after a few major investigations and catching a bunch of mice in the ditch, Green Forest City has become much calmer, and the bureau is giving us alternate vacations..."

Another player laughed.

As a secret policeman, he usually has to face a lot of mental stress, so it is tacit approval to vent his stress through alcohol, gambling, and finding street girls.

'No, not right! Green Forest City is not safe! ’

Percy roared in his heart: 'Although Roberts is dead, his comrades are still on the run...and there are more evil secret organizations and secret societies...such as the Invisible Priory! It has at least one "evil spirit" high-level lingering in the city! ’

But these, he did not explain before, let alone now.

"You... be vigilant."

Percy could only remind one thing. Looking at the backs of the two team members, he secretly clenched his fists: "A loophole in a lie needs more lies to make up for...I...what have I become?"

He felt that there was already an invisible and dark abyss, and it was like a swamp full of stench that was gradually engulfing himself!

What is even more hopeless is that this is a hole dug for myself on my own initiative!

"So...that's the kind of person I am..."