MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 57 I'm a man who doesn't believe what he says (1)
Z raised his head, his eyes shifted from rows of display cases to the huge golden clock, then to the rosewood counter and the rusty sword on the counter, and finally stopped at the young man who pulled him in here face.
He had never regretted seeing so much in his life.
"Secret Realm Trading Company?" He asked coldly, but his voice unconsciously mixed with a tremor.
Duan Feizhuo felt his throat dry. He had been hiding it for so long, but he still exposed it, and it was he himself who exposed it on his own initiative.
But otherwise, both he and Z would die in the theater.
After doing that... maybe he'll still die. It just died in the hands of Z.
"You lied to me." Z said while backing away, as if trying to avoid something that would contaminate him, "You know I'm chasing down the secret trading company, but you've been lying to me from the beginning."
"Listen to my explanation!" Duan Feizhuo shouted.
The common "you listen to me to explain" and "I don't listen to me and I don't listen to" bridges that are common in dog blood novels did not appear.
Z raised his sword, aiming the blade at his throat.
"I'll give you a minute."
"I didn't lie to you from the beginning." Duan Feizhuo said quickly, if he couldn't finish speaking within a minute, these words might be his last words, "When I first met you, in Ah Bordin, I was not a mystic at that time. I only found out after I arrived in London that my uncle was the former owner of the Secret Realm Trading Company. I didn’t want to run a trading company, but later..."
Z interrupted him with a sneer, "It turns out that you have been the owner of the secret trading house since then. It's ridiculous, I even asked you to investigate the identity of the owner of the trading house. You and your poet friend went to Perilla Manor to replace The lord handles the inheritance?"
Duan Feizhuo was speechless and could only nod his head.
"When I was with you in Aberdeen, you disappeared one night. You didn't disappear, but you entered the trading house?"
Duan Feizhuo could only nod again.
Z stared at him, and the hatred that surged out was almost comparable to that when he faced Mrs. Boyle. And the pain in his eyes was deeper than hatred.
"The Molun brothers and sisters suddenly obtained the phantom phosphorous butterfly powder, is it also your handwriting?"
Duan Feizhuo turned his head away, not daring to meet Z's gaze.
"Yes."
"What was your purpose in Scotland Yard? How many secrets did you steal? How many news did you pass on to your fellow mystics?"
"I didn't 'infiltrate' Scotland Yard." Duan Feizhuo tried to defend himself, "I didn't steal any secrets either! You insisted on pulling me in! I obviously refused several times!"
Z laughed back angrily, "So blame me?"
Duan Feizhuo didn't dare to answer. In fact, if Z had given up on recruiting him when he first went to Scotland Yard, maybe nothing would have happened now.
No, everything that should happen will still happen. Even if he didn't become a night vigilante, he would still meet Yeats, go to Perilla Manor, Ruth would still die of murder, he would still go to Aberdeen to find out the truth, and then meet the same people who went to investigate the Northern Ripper incident. Z. He'd still befriend Duncan McLean and save him on the rails...
Thinking about it this way, if Duncan hadn't been rescued at the beginning, everything that followed would not have happened. Duncan would die that night, crushed to pieces by the speeding train, his blood soaking the gravel beneath the tracks. If he died, there would be no need for the Night Vigilante to release Jack the Ripper, and Duan Feizhuo would not gain Jack's ability. The subsequent trip to Greece will naturally not happen.
They will not meet Princess Sissi, they will not go to Switzerland to find the Melun sisters, Mrs. Boyle will not get the doll, Miss Madeleine will not die tragically, and Z's eyes will not recover...
After making that choice, some good things happened and some bad things happened. Duan Feizhuo couldn't judge whether the choice was right or not.
However, if God gave him another chance, he would still choose to save Duncan.
"Xenophon reminded me that you are not as innocent as you seem. I thought he was jealous of your rapid promotion. Now I understand that I am blind. I, the leader of the night police, have been Played by you in the palm of your hand. Don't you find it particularly funny? Are you satisfied?"
"I didn't play tricks on you." Duan Feizhuo said in a low voice.
Z grabbed his collar and pushed hard. Duan Feizhuo hit the glass display case with his back. An entire wall of exhibits wobbled.
The icy sword edge was attached to his throat, and Z only needed to wipe it lightly, and his blood would splatter on the spot.
"I really wish I could gouge out my eyes and return them to you, and kill you with one knife." Z gritted his teeth.
Duan Feizhuo took a deep breath.
There is no energy left in the ring. There is no energy source for him to draw from the trading house.
He had expended too much strength fighting Mrs. Boyle. When two people are fighting for control of the flame, they are constantly injured and self-healing. His self-healing ability will consume energy. The more serious the wound, the more energy it needs to heal. His physical strength has been almost drained. The shirt was soaked in blood, and now that the blood had dried, the white shirt had turned a weird brown.
It is a miracle that he can still stand now.
"You are stronger than me, and I can't resist if you want to kill me," he said, "but don't goug your own eyes."
Z's fingers tightened. "I don't want your stuff!"
"Keep your eyes on Mrs Boyle."
"I'm such a fool," Z grinned self-deprecatingly, with a cold and bitter smile, "putting so much emotion into a lie. Like a desert traveler running towards a mirage."
He had had wild dreams. I dreamed that I had been walking alone in this world for a long time, and finally met a person who could deliver my heart.
That man has the gentleness of a doctor and the fortitude of a warrior. It looks like a finely crafted gem on the outside, but a raging fire is burning inside.
When he walks through the night with a lamp, people can't help but want to kiss the shadow behind him.
But everything is a lie.
It's all an illusion.
Z pushed Duan Feizhuo away, then turned his back. Duan Feizhuo could only see his shoulders trembling slightly.
"You promised that no matter what I become in the future, you will accept me."
Z took a deep breath. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Duan Feizhuo heard a choked sob.
"I don't believe what I promise," said Z.
So, here they are.
Just yesterday, Z just confessed his love to him. The wreath that Z made for him is still hanging on his bedside.
Z had kissed him less than an hour ago. Kissed so many times. He had found it most annoying then, and realized now that maybe their entire lifetime of kisses had been used up in one go at that point.
I don't know why, compared to being killed by Z, he feels that Z doesn't like him anymore is more painful.
The two stalemate like this for a long time, and Z finally asked, "How do you get out of this place?"
There is only one exit in the secret trading house, which is the magic circle talisman paper. If they leave now, they will return directly to the theater. Mrs. Boyle is waiting there.
It is a helpless move to leave the magic circle talisman paper in place. Duan Feizhuo was worried that it would be destroyed by flames and rubble, and even more worried that it would be deliberately destroyed by Mrs. Boyle. In order to escape for his life, he didn't care so much. Only then did he start to get scared.
Without the talisman paper, will they be trapped in this space for a lifetime?
Worse, if Mrs. Boyle dropped the talisman into the Thames, wouldn't they be staring at a school of fish as soon as they left the trading house?
"I can't go back now." Duan Feizhuo said with difficulty, "The trading house can only enter and exit through the magic circle talisman. If you go back now, you will return to Mrs. Boyle. I took you out with great difficulty..."
"I would rather die in front of that woman!" Z interrupted him.
Duan Feizhuo looked at him. For a moment, he seemed to hear something shatter in his chest.
He turned his head and fixed his gaze on the display case, not daring to look at Z again. "...But I don't want you to die."
Z suddenly sneered, "So, you want Xenophon and your poet friends to die?"
"What did you say?"
"Your poet friends are going to rescue the soldiers. Xenophon and the others will enter the theater soon and meet that woman. If I don't fight alongside them..."
"You can't help them even if you go."
Duan Feizhuo is telling the truth. Mrs. Boyle can restrain the power of Z. Z was powerless in front of her. Maybe it will become a burden to others.
Z turned around and glared at him. "I can't let other people charge forward while I hide in a safe place."
"Wait a little longer." Duan Feizhuo said.
He wasn't sure when Xenophon and the others would come to help. Had Mrs. Boyle's attention been distracted by the night police, they would have been much safer returning to the theater.
At least he didn't have to face Mrs. Boyle's sharp sword as soon as he stepped out of the magic circle.
Z knew it was useless to threaten him. This is the domain of the owner of the trading house, which is fully controlled by him. He refuses to let anyone go, and no one can leave.
Z could only stare bitterly at the golden clock that didn't move.
"Ten minutes," he said, "just ten minutes."
There was chaos outside the theater.
The escaped spectators ran around in panic. Some people sat on the ground and wailed loudly, some called the names of relatives and friends, and some fell into a coma.
Detectives from Scotland Yard struggled to maintain order. Surrounded by a large group of Londoners who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.
"I heard that the male lead was crushed to death by a chandelier on the stage!"
"No one from the troupe escaped!"
"Macbeth's curse! Must be Macbeth's curse!"
Lord Perilla, mother and son supported each other, standing a little far away from the theater. John was pulling the passers-by beside him and eagerly asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a sixteen-year-old young girl, she is my sister, I don't know if she escaped from the theater..."
After getting negative answers again and again, the young man couldn't help but choked up. Mrs. Edith pressed his shoulders, "Don't panic, maybe your sister just got separated!"
John forced a wry smile, knowing that the old lady was just comforting him. Madeleine is so smart, even if she gets separated from him, she will definitely try to find him. And he hasn't found Madeleine after searching for so long... I'm afraid it's bad luck for her.
Xenophon stood in front of the theater, leaning on his staff of civilization, his two yellow eyes seemed to be shining with golden light, like a crow watching the night.
It's not just the people from the troupe who didn't escape. he thought. Boss Z did not escape either. With his ability, it shouldn't be. Unless something trips him up...
The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into exclamations of joy. Xenophon looked at them, and saw a group of ashen-faced men and women in costumes pouring out of a side door on the side of the theatre.
"It's those actors!"
"Great, they're all right!"
Xenophon sharply spotted a familiar figure among the actors. He had seen that man at Perilla Manor, what was his name? He forgot. It's like a poet.
"Detective Thurrofit!"
Before Xenophon could speak, the poet ran towards him.
"Something has happened." The poet looked left and right, and lowered his voice for fear of being overheard. "There is Ligeia in the theater, and she killed Earl Root. Detective Sinnia and Mr. Chester are fighting her. I I took the actors and escaped first. Detective Xinya asked you to go in and support."
The amount of information is a bit too much, Xenophon needs to slow down.
He had never heard of Lord Root. There are so many nobles in England, how could he remember them all. But at least he knew that the other party was an earl. The Earl Dignified died in the theater. For this alone, Scotland Yard can be overwhelmed by the saliva of the people of London.
And Ligeia. If Xenophon remembers correctly, it refers to a secret technique of resurrecting the soul from a dead body. He thought that this secret technique was fabricated by people, or it had been lost for a long time, did he not expect that it really existed in the world?
It's not unusual for Boss Z to fight side by side with his little one. The problem is getting them in to support. How does that sound like a trap?
And this poet. Xenophon had already felt that something was wrong with him. When he was at Perilla Manor, he had doubted whether the poet might be a mystic, but he had to give up because there was no evidence. When the poet led the actors to escape just now, Xenophon clearly saw him use a secret technique to divert the flames.
Ordinary people might not notice it, they would think the flames were blown away by the wind. But for a mystic of Xenophon's level, it was as obvious as gold on the street.
The poet seemed to have read his mind, and said with a wry smile, "If I wanted to set a trap for you, I wouldn't reveal my identity as a mystic."
"...You admitted it?" Xenophon raised his eyebrows.
The poet said lightly, "Now that we are facing a common enemy, we should put aside our previous suspicions and fight side by side instead of dividing into camps."
"Well said." Xenophon greatly changed the poet.
The crowd of onlookers burst into exclamation again. Xenophon thought that Z and the others had escaped, but when he turned his head, thick smoke billowed from the theater, and after a while, tongues of flame shot out of the window.
"Mr. Chester is setting the fire." The poet narrowed his eyes, "Ligeia manipulated the talisman, and the fire attack is faster."
"Well, by the way, they also burned down their theater." Xenophon complained mercilessly.
"I promised Mr. Chester that I will go back to assist him after leading the actors to escape." The poet looked at Xenophon.
Xenophon whistled loudly. Soon, Ms. Q and Mr. R walked towards him through the crowd.
"The boss is trapped inside, let's go in and help." Xenophon ordered.
"Would you like to call Miss Acheson?"
"No, she stays outside and plays by ear, in case our entire army is wiped out."
The three night guards and the poet exchanged affirmative glances and rushed into the theater together.
Mrs. Boyle looked at the talisman paper on the ground and almost gritted her silver teeth.
The owner of the secret trading house. Why didn't she think of it? Customers can enter and exit the trading house through talisman papers, and the owner of course uses the same method. He can hide in the trading house at any time, without his permission, no one can enter that different space.
"Okay, I'll let you go and never return."
Mrs. Boyle raised her hand, intending to burn the talisman.
The doors of the theater slammed and then the whole thing fell down.
Four men and women rushed into the theater, using secret techniques to block the flames and heat waves, while approaching her.
One of them was the poet Yeats, and the other three... presumably night watchmen.
Mystics have teamed up with the Night Watchman. Times have really changed. A sneer appeared on Mrs. Boyle's lips.
"That's her!" cried Yeats.
"Where's Boss Z?" Ms. Q asked.
"I'll send you to see him right away!" Mrs. Boyle manipulated the flames to surround the four people.
Xenophon and Ms. Q fight back simultaneously. The two held the flames under control, and confronted Mrs. Boyle. Mr. R took off the gun and short knife from his waist, held a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right, and approached Mrs. Boyle with lightning speed.
And Yeats drew a thin sword from his Civilization Staff, followed closely behind.
Mrs. Boyle swung the bangle sword away from Mr. R's knife, and Yeats stabbed her in the face. She had to turn her body to avoid the thorn. Mr. R had already anticipated her action, and he raised his left hand to shoot.
Mrs. Boyle's pupils suddenly narrowed.
The bullet flew towards her forehead unstoppably, but stopped when it was only one centimeter away from her, as if hitting a transparent wall.
Mrs. Boyle stretched out her finger and flicked the bullets that were stagnant in the air.
Mr. R fired five more shots. All five bullets were blocked by an invisible wall.
Xenophon, who was trembling with the flames, suddenly turned into a black gust and rushed towards Mrs. Boyle.
Faced with four enemies at the same time, even Mrs. Boyle was at a loss and could not continue. If there was a rune spirit, it would not be so embarrassing, but her rune spirit had already been reduced to ashes in the flames.
Her gaze turned to the scattered bullets. Since it is an inanimate object, it can be manipulated as a talisman.
She poured her own strength into the bullet. Six bullets floated up, forming a circle in front of her. She gave an order, and the bullets quickly attacked the four enemies.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yeats leaned over to dodge the bullet. Ms. Q used the same secret technique to build an invisible wall in front of her. Mr. R waved his dagger, and saw a silver light flash, and the bullet that hit it split into two halves instantly.
The remaining three bullets flew towards Xenophon from three directions.
The dark-haired and yellow-eyed policeman had a successful smile on his face.
why is he laughing Mrs. Boyle panicked.
She had calculated the trajectory of the bullet. Whether he dodges or blocks, it is impossible to dodge all the bullets.
Did he die?
At the moment when the bullet was about to hit Xenophon, he transformed into a crow.
The size suddenly shrank, and the bullets swept through the air.
The crow fluttered its wings.
It turned out to be shapeshifters. Mrs. Boyle secretly blamed herself for being careless. But it doesn't matter, it's not like she hasn't dealt with shapeshifters before.
She raised her hand and pointed at the crow hovering above her head, ready to cast a spell that could tear people apart.
But when the spell came to her lips, she suddenly couldn't make a sound.
She has been a mystic for so many years, and this situation has never happened before.
It was as if someone had strangled her throat, preventing her from speaking.
None of the four people present seemed to have this kind of ability.
Who is interfering with her spellcasting?
She soon discovered that the disturbance did not come from outside, but from inside her.
She thought that she had completely taken the girl's body, Ligeia's book clearly said so...
The moment she panicked, the crow pounced on her face, piercing her right eye with its sharp claws.
Unprecedented pain gripped Mrs. Boyle. She screamed and screamed, her right eye was blood red.
The vicious night watchman, how dare to put her eyes...how dare to put the eyes of this brand new body she just got...
The moment she lost her mind, the flames also lost control.
Ms. Q and Yeats captured the flame, and at the same time, all the energy around them surrendered at their feet.
Mrs. Boyle knew she had no chance.
Facing three mystics and a well-trained gunslinger, a moment's distraction was enough to send her to hell.
It was hard to regain her youth, it was hard to have a second life, she couldn't just die in vain!
When people face the pressure of survival, they can be so small that they can surprise themselves.
"I surrender!" said Mrs. Boyle, in her girlish voice. "Please spare me, I surrender!"
She threw down her sword and raised her hands with a pitiful, tactful and submissive look.
The crow giggled and transformed back into human form.
"I don't believe this bitch." Mr. R quickly filled the revolver with bullets, aiming at Mrs. Boyle's forehead, "Let me shoot her, everyone be quiet."
"Wait a minute." Xenophon narrowed his eyes, looking around the theater, "Where are the boss? You burned them to ashes?"
Mrs. Boyle squeezed out a few crocodile tears. "I don't have that kind of ability. They disappeared and hid..."
As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at the magic circle talisman paper that had not been burned by her on the ground.
fair enough. she thought. The owner of the trading house must have concealed his true identity from the Night Police, but this time he couldn't hide it. How will the night policemen deal with him? It's really exciting.
Xenophon picked up the talisman paper. In his eyes, it was just a piece of plain white paper.
"...what the **** is this?" he asked.
Behind him, Yeats showed a nervous expression for a moment. He took a step back, and then found Ms. Q blocked behind him.
"I...can't say..." Mrs. Boyle bit her red lips, "If I say it, I will die..."
Xenophon looked at the paper, then at Madame Boyle.
His brain was working faster than ever.
"I see." He said, "It's related to the secret trading house, isn't it?"
Madame Boyle said nothing, neither nodded nor shook her head, but Xenophon knew he had guessed right.
"It's no wonder we haven't been able to find the location of the trading bank all these years. It turns out that it can only be accessed through a special transmission method." Xenophon turned the paper over and over several times, "But why is this paper here? You I just said that the boss and the others escaped here? In the secret trading house?"
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his head, "Damn it, I understand what that kid has been hiding all this time!"
As soon as the words fell, two people fell from the sky and landed on him.
Xenophon screamed and was treated as a cushion of human flesh.
Z and Duan Feizhuo stepped out of the talisman paper.
Mrs. Boyle couldn't help but smile triumphantly. Coupled with her right eye, which was bleeding profusely and almost became a blood hole, this smile looked extremely weird and creepy.
Xenophon struggled to get up.
"Boss, what's going on?"
Z got up and glanced at Mrs. Boyle.
"You subdued her? Good," he said. "Give me a pair of handcuffs."
Mr. R took off the handcuffs around his waist and threw them to Z.
He thought Z was going to handcuff Mrs. Boyle. However, as soon as Z turned around, he put the handcuffs on Duan Feizhuo's wrist.
"...Why am I a bit confused about the situation?" Mr. R was shocked.
"Can't you understand, my dear partner." Ms. Q's voice was hoarse, "He can bring others in and out of the secret trading house freely...he is the owner of the trading house."
So Duan Feizhuo, Yeats and Mrs. Boyle were taken to Scotland Yard together.
As they left the theater, John rushed up excitedly, as if he was going to fight the night policeman.
"Madeleine! What happened to your eyes! What did they do to you?" The Irish youth was distraught, "Why did you arrest Madeleine? She is just a little girl, what did she do wrong?"
"Calm down, John." Yeats pressed the young man's shoulders (miraculously, the policeman did not handcuff him), "She is no longer your sister."
"Why can't I understand you, Mr. Yeats? Who else could she be if she wasn't my sister?"
"Your sister is dead, and that woman is Mrs. Boyle in her guise."
John froze, like someone hit the pause button on him.
Lord Perilla's mother and son stood a little far away, silently staring at the police and the night guards.
They don't yell like John, asking why the police are arresting their friends and relatives. They know why.
"Mother, what should we do?" The Lord asked in a low voice, "Mr. Chester has been arrested, will he reveal our identities?"
"The owner of the trading house is also restricted by the secret contract, and it is impossible to reveal the identity of other customers." Mrs. Edith looked serious, "Also, why do you always like to think of people as bad? The owner of the trading house is the kind of sellout A person who seeks glory? Don't you care about the safety of others at all?"
"I...of course I care! But he's under arrest, what can we do?"
"Of course." Mrs. Edith's eyes shot a cold light. "There is someone who can order the Night Watchman to release him. It's time to see the lady."
On arrival at Scotland Yard, Mrs Boyle was taken straight to the dungeon. Before leaving, she gave Duan Feizhuo a sharp look, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The meaning is obvious, but if I want to die, at least I have to pull someone to back me up.
Duan Feizhuo and Ye Zhi were pushed into the office of the Abnormal Case Investigation Division.
Only Miss Acheson was in the office. Seeing the two people who were treated as prisoners, she showed a look of surprise. But she quickly realized that the two must have committed something before they were arrested, so she returned to her usual calm expression and put down her work.
Five night guards surrounded them. Mr. R closed the door and took out the gun. Ms. Q and Xenophon gathered energy in their palms, and if they dared to act rashly, they would be blown out of the building immediately. Z skillfully lit a cigar and began to puff.
"Xenophon," he called out the names of his subordinates, "did you find out a long time ago?"
"Find what?" Xenophon looked bewildered.
"His identity. You told me to beware of him, but I never paid attention to it. When did you notice it?"
Xenophon's expression became extremely strange. Z may not know that Xenophon and Duan Feizhuo had contacted in private and reached a gentleman's agreement.
"I just vaguely felt that he was hiding something," Xenophon shrugged, "but I didn't expect that he was the owner of the trading house."
Ms. Q said, "I heard that all people who have entered the trading house will be restricted by the secret contract, and cannot reveal the identity of the trading house owner and other customers. But we are not subject to this restriction, are we? We are not customers, but discover by ourselves. As the owner of the trading house."
Since Ms. Q can reveal Duan Feizhuo's identity in public, it means that the secret art contract does not work for them. Duan Feizhuo nodded. When Joseph Chester first formulated this secret contract, he would never have imagined that the owner of the trading house would one day enter and leave the trading house in front of the night police, exposing his identity so simply and rudely.
Xenophon looked at Duan Feizhuo with complicated eyes, "Since when did you become the owner of the trading house?"
"The day I came to London." The more Duan Feizhuo said, the more depressed he became. Being questioned by the police at night, it felt like being stripped of his clothes in public.
"Isn't that the day before I brought you to Scotland Yard?!" Xenophon was shocked.
"Yeah, now you know why I don't want to join the Night's Watch."
Xenophon rubbed his forehead. He thought that this kid had inherited a huge inheritance, so he began to cherish his life, but he didn't expect that the reason was unexpectedly simple-he didn't want to be a night watchman, because he was a mystic!
He turned to Yeats, "Since you have a close relationship with this kid, are you a customer of the trading house?"
Yeats nodded calmly. Worthy of being a future literary giant, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color.
Ms. Q and Mr. R only got to know Duan Feizhuo later, and the impact they received was not as great as that of Xenophon.
"I can't believe that the most wanted man is always by our side." Mr. R sighed, "If I were you, I would just drop a bomb in Scotland Yard, boom, it's quick and easy—"
"I have no ill intentions toward you." Duan Feizhuo interrupted him, "I have never revealed the secrets of the Night Watchman, nor will I reveal the secrets of other mystics to you."
"You have no way of revealing it." Ms. Q said, "You yourself are also bound by the secret contract."
"What should we do with him?" Xenophon kept looking at Z, asking for the boss's opinion. But Z didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear his question, and delegated the interrogation work to his subordinates.
Well, that guy must be distressed, so he left all the dirty work to us. Xenophon thought firmly. But the boss is the boss, and even the owner of the trading house can get his hands on it. Isn't this a lifetime bragging?
"Let me lock it up first?" He suggested, "We can discuss things later."
Miss Acheson asked, "What should I do with the Secret Realm Trading Company? We can't just let it... exist."
Xenophon looked at Duan Feizhuo questioningly, "Is there any way to close the trading house?"
"The trading house is naturally closed when I'm not around," Duan Feizhuo said.
"But you can use this talisman to enter and exit the trading house, right?" Xenophon took out the talisman, and in the eyes of the night guards, it was just an ordinary piece of white paper, "If you draw another piece of the same talisman, Wouldn’t it be possible to come and go freely again?”
Duan Feizhuo was taken aback, he hadn't considered this possibility. What happens if there are two talisman papers at the same time?
"I haven't tried." He answered honestly.
"Then try it immediately." Xenophon was very experimental.
He asked Miss Acheson to fetch a pen and paper, and pressed Duan Feizhuo on the desk. "Draw me."
Duan Feizhuo has always had a deep memory of geometric figures, so he quickly drew the heptagram circle of the trading house.
He pressed the magic circle, but nothing happened.
He carefully checked the lines he had drawn. correct. The circle doesn't work because it's drawn wrong.
Using his knowledge of arcane geometry, he discovered that there were several unusual lines in the circle, forming a triangle outside the heptagram.
In arcane geometry, the triangle has many chills solid, trinity, unique…
"I think, if there are two magic circles at the same time, only the first one will take effect." He deduced.
"Didn't you make a mistake on purpose?" Xenophon smiled dangerously.
"Is that good for me?" Duan Feizhuo glared back at him.
"…Right."
Miss Acheson picked up two talisman papers, "Should we seize all the items in the transaction line?"
Ms. Q agrees that "the commodities in the trading shop are all extremely powerful mystic items, and it is better to keep them by the night guards."
"But if we enter the trading house, won't the secret contract come into effect for us?" Mr. R asked with a frown.
Xenophon patted Duan Feizhuo on the shoulder, "Then let this kid take them out with his own hands."
Ms. Acheson said, "Since only the first piece of magic circle talisman is valid, if we detain this one, it is equivalent to mastering the key of the trading house. It doesn't matter whether those secret magic items are moved out or not."
The others nodded in agreement with her statement.
Miss Acheson tore off the talisman paper that Duan Feizhuo had just drawn, and handed the old one to Z, "Boss, I think you should keep this one."
Z hesitated for a moment, then slowly took the talisman paper, staring at the folds on the paper in a daze.
After a while, he dusted off the cigarette ash and raised his chin at Xenophon, "Put him in the dungeon."
This "he" refers to Duan Feizhuo of course.
Yeats looked at him anxiously, "Wait, Mr. Chester, he really..."
Xenophon turned to Yeats with a smile, "I almost forgot about you. Now let's talk about you."
Duan Feizhuo was sitting in the dungeon of Scotland Yard.
This is the third time he has visited this place. The first time he came in to watch Jack the Ripper. The second time he inherited two abilities, he was imprisoned to prevent the abilities from going berserk.
the third time…
Duan Feizhuo leaned against the cold wall, trying to curl himself into a small ball to keep warm.
Even though it was early summer, the dungeon was as cold as a mortuary cellar.
How long will he be held here? Closed until the night when the police discussed what kind of punishment he should receive? Or, for a lifetime? Even if he dies in this place, the soul cannot escape?
In that case, he would never be able to meet Z again.
That wreath, those fiery kisses... like a dream too good to be true. Now I wake up from the dream and everything is broken.
There was a coughing sound from the other side of the wall.
"Hello, next door," said a muffled voice, "New here?"
"...Paimo?" Duan Feizhuo recognized the voice, "Are you still alive?"
"Damn, it's you!" Paimo became excited, "Why did you come in too? What did you do? Practicing medicine without a license?"
"No." Duan Feizhuo sighed.
"Selling counterfeit medicine?"
"Am I that kind of person?"
"Homosexuality?"
Duan Feizhuo "..."
How did he have such a relationship with that mouse-like mystic? If Pai Mo hadn't come to ask him to heal his wounds, he wouldn't have known Z and the others. Now he has become a prisoner, and he and Paimo have become good neighbors.
"Could it be that you are actually a occultist?" Paimo exclaimed, "I thought you were unusual at the time. You even hide it from your own compatriots, it's not kind!"
"I became a mystic only later." Duan Feizhuo defended himself.
"Never mind what comes first! You know what, I heard that if you're willing to join the Night's Watch, you can be free. I'm thinking about it. Do you want to come with me?"
Duan Feizhuo smiled wryly, "I'm afraid I can't."
"why?"
"Maybe it's because I worked as a night policeman, although the time was very short, it was still a part-time job.
