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"You are so cold." Adela rubbed her hands, created a cluster of flames, and lit the stove in front of her even brighter.

Edward ignored her and concentrated on playing with the Rubik's Cube in his hand to pass the time, restoring the third side, the red one, amidst the sound of the rattling mechanical gears. He didn't answer her words, nor did he stop her behavior.

It is indeed cold today, and it is raining heavily outside. The weather outside the floor-to-ceiling windows at three o'clock in the afternoon is as gloomy as the evening, and the heavy rain curtain is like the sun being beaten away by a tyrant. The weather is bad, but it cannot trap a sequence

The hunter of 7 passed the Extraordinary route, not to mention that the place where he lived was only two streets away from Sauron's house, and the turtle could crawl back in the rain.

Adela stretched her neck and watched for a while, convinced that she had no interest in the newly invented educational toy by Mr. Russell Gustav, but was only interested in the person playing with the toy. Then she sighed with pretense of regret.

He took a breath and dragged out one word for an extremely long time: "You still don't understand the essence of human beings, especially in Intis-"

The movement of Edward's hand paused slightly. He knew that he would be noticed by these words. Adela also knew that he would be noticed by these words, so she was looking at him expectantly, like the farmer waiting for the rabbit in the fable.

.However, she could always stay until Rabbit, and the Angel of the Abyss did not stop at this little frustration. He turned to look at her, waiting for an explanation.

"You see, the hypnotic sound of rain, the comfortable weather, and the warm stove are perfect for sleeping together." Adela sat on her back on a chair covered with brown velvet cloth. When Edward looked over, she grinned,

He spread his arms on the top of the chair back and said in an exaggerated tone, "What a wonderful atmosphere! And now we are alone in the same room, with a burning fire in the fireplace next to it. You are actually concentrating on playing the Rubik's Cube. Could it be that now

Shouldn't we have some traditional Intis socializing? I came in through the back door specially, and you don't want to look at me even if you want to look at the Rubik's Cube!"

"..."

Edward thrust the Rubik's Cube into her hand.

"You can play." He said coldly, "I'm leaving."

"Hey, don't go, don't go, I know, I won't mention it anymore." Adela quickly reached out and grabbed the belt of Edward's coat, and he and the chair were dragged forward for a meter, complaining loudly in pretense of annoyance, "

You are too confused to understand amorous feelings, don’t devils have all kinds of deep desires?”

"I am fear, not a messy low-level devil."

Edward walked forward expressionlessly, dragging Adela and her chair behind him. After walking a few steps, he began to feel bored: even though this woman could rely on her unique role and her own scheming to have a chance in front of the devil.

With her unique status, she should not be allowed to despise the status and honor of angels like this. Where did she get the courage?

She saw the expression on the other person's face becoming more indifferent and felt the change in the surrounding atmosphere, but Adela was not afraid. Instead, she laughed with some joy and expectation: "Do you want to kill me?"

"I'm thinking about it." The devil's hand gently placed on her neck, "You should know your own value."

"You have killed me, Your Highness, but not there."

Miss Hunter looked very happy, her face flushed with excitement, which made Edward momentarily wonder whether the brain structure of this human being was a little too different from ordinary people. Adela smiled and stretched out her hand, grabbed Edward's wrist, and made sure that the other person was not.

After having no real intention to kill him, he removed His hand from his throat and gently placed it on his chest:

"This is it."

174

"Admissor, you have performed very well in basic literature classes recently and have excellent grades. You will draft a letter later."

"Okay, Miss Maria, what's the content?"

"The content is to request the assistance of the Aurora Society to help us explore the internal situation of the Kaping Mansion. It must be written in my tone and handed over to me for inspection after it is written." In the principal's room, Maria stood by the window overlooking the open space below.

The children who were moving around freely had gentle expressions, but their eyes became more and more stern, "Now is the honeymoon period of cooperation, and we are also well-off. There is a high probability that Mr. Z will not sit idly by, but we cannot completely pin our hopes on them.

We should be able to get a reply soon. If I go out alone one day, you have to imitate my handwriting and handle the work on my behalf. Don't let prying eyes find out the problem."

"...Okay." Admissor, who was already a "machine", hesitated for a moment. He closed his eyes, opened them again after a few seconds, and said apologetically, "Miss Maria, I can't see clearly.

But I can feel that what you are going to do should go smoothly and the abducted people can come back."

"All?"

"Some of them." Admissor pressed his eyebrows, and there were some red bloodshot eyes in his light gray eyes. "The others were swallowed by the shadows, or have died. I don't understand the mystical meaning of the shadows."

Maria shook her head: "It doesn't matter, your prophecy is the best blessing to me. I am very satisfied with this result. I should really thank Mrs. Norma, she found you for us."

Speaking of the over 70-year-old dean’s wife of the Tingen Workhouse, Admissor also had a look of gratitude and longing on his face: “When Mrs. Norma pulled me up from the mud and wiped me

When I clean my face and hands, I receive a more holy baptism than in the church."

"Then I'll give you a holiday and go back to Tingen at the end of the year to see her. Mrs. Norma will definitely be very happy if she sees you now."

Maria smiled, and her expression quickly turned serious: "Of course, the current job is to level the car and save the children, you must pay attention."

"Yes, I will definitely not relax."

After saying that, Admissor thought for a while and asked again: "You have chosen to seek help from the Aurora Society. Are you already planning to give up looking for help from the detectives?"

"...Yes, I gave up. After all, private investigators are just ordinary people. There is no need to involve them in our affairs." Maria sighed, sliding her fingers from the file bag on the table, "

Okay, class will start soon, you go back, I want to continue..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office, quickly and violently. After getting Maria's permission, a tall blond man walked in from the door, a head taller than Maria. On his body

There was a lingering deathly air, and anxiety flashed from time to time in his eyes. There were two expressionless thug-like people standing against the wall outside the door.

"Miss Maria." The blond man gave a cursory salute and spoke impatiently, "Miss Sharon and Mr. Maric have new developments. They fought with the pursuers of the Rose School last night, and

Miraculously the victory was won and we were no longer needed.”

"The people who were chasing them were carrying sealed objects that restrained them, as well as a full Sequence 5, but they actually ran away?"

"They didn't run away, they were killed!" the blond man whispered, "Including the innocent souls of Sequence 5, all the pursuers were wiped out by them! Miss Maria, this is not good, I have contacted them twice , they all showed repulsion and disgust towards me. Now that they have obtained the sealed artifact that restrains the Temperance Sect, if they want to attack us, Backlund now only has a few newcomers and me, and we have no power to fight back!"

Maria's expression changed, she covered her mouth with her hands and thought seriously for a long time, then said: "They couldn't do it, who did they find as a helper?"

"The Church of Steam is investigating, but we don't have any clues yet." The blond man replied, "However, someone saw them driving a carriage away a passerby a few nights ago. I suspect that was their helper."

"Oh?" Maria asked, "Any clues?"

"According to the description of the person who saw them by chance, the other person was a man with no distinguishing features..." The blond man grabbed the scratch paper on the table and drew a useless abstract masterpiece of Picasso's life. , and felt good about himself and handed the masterpiece to Maria, "In order to get more information, I hypnotized him a little. In short, he is a person who looks like this."

Maria silently accepted the masterpiece: "Yellow hair?"

"Those are gold-rimmed glasses!"

"It should be easy to find someone with such sharp edges."

"What I drew is just an ordinary black-haired man?"

The two communicated for a while with big eyes and small eyes, doubting each other's eyes and brains. Finally, Maria gave up thinking, put away the portrait without any reference value, and made a "Great learning" "It's a lot" and said to the blond man: "Okay, I understand, you go back first, I will continue to pay attention to this matter."

175

After last night's battle and spending some time with the biotoxin bottle, Klein caught a slight cold. On the way to the East District, cold wind and thick fog with a pungent odor blew in his face, causing him to cough a few more times.

Reporter Mike, who was traveling with him, asked with concern: "Are you okay? Patients really shouldn't exercise strenuously. Let's take a rest."

"Ah sneeze!"

Klein took out the paper again, wiped his mouth and nose, and snorted some mucus. Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

"You're right, there is a cafe here with good food. Of course, this is relative to the residents of the East District." Klein also longed for warmth and pointed to the slightly greasy cafe at the corner of the street.

"It seems like it's one of the better restaurants here." Mike didn't think it was a cafe.

It was already after nine o'clock, and there were very few customers in the cafe - residents in the East District often finish breakfast after seven o'clock and start working or looking for jobs. After accompanying Mike and ordering potato stew, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around, looking for a seat by the window.

At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged and elderly man he had met by chance before pretending to be a reporter.

He was the one who brought me here in the first place... Why is he just having breakfast now... Klein's thoughts changed and he said to Mike:

"You have someone to interview."

As he spoke, he walked towards the old man holding the coffee cup.

The other party was still wearing the same thick jacket as before, but with a few more patches. The patches were meticulously patched to make them airtight. His graying hair looked greasy, and his beard was quite obvious. The last repair was probably a few days ago. He was also wearing a patchwork scarf handmade by his tailor daughter around his neck. In front of him was a piece of cheap black bread and a large cup of tea that was about the same as boiled water. His expression looked comfortable and peaceful.

"Good morning, we meet again."

Klein sat across from him and said hello. The middle-aged and elderly man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:

"Mr. Reporter, is that you?"

...Klein laughed dryly and pointed at Mike next to him: "This is my colleague. He wants to do a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview."

Mike is an experienced and well-informed reporter. He didn't say much after hearing this, he just smiled, nodded, and said hello.

As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't just find out today. The other party had borrowed a fake press card from him!

"So you are really a reporter!" the middle-aged and elderly man blurted out in shock, "but this does not prevent you from being a kind and well-meaning person."

Klein smiled and asked, "How have you been lately?"

The middle-aged and elderly man took a sip of tea and smiled: "It's okay, Taylor works hard, and I work hard too. I want to do my old job of making shoes, but they say I'm too old and my hands shake...

...I continued to go to the dock to try my luck. Occasionally I could earn one or two soles for a day's work. But I didn't have such good luck every day. Just like today, I went there early without breakfast and stood in the crowd and shouted loudly.

I kept calling out my name and that of the steward, but still wasn’t chosen, so I came to eat.”

"Haha, my Taylor got up earlier. There are always children kidnapped in the East District recently. If I don't go with her, she will go home soon after dark, and now she is waiting for me to bring her lunch." He

He pointed to another piece of palm-sized black bread, which was the day's food for the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl.

"Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning may have to be busy until late and won't compete with us."

Klein listened quietly, occasionally sipping low-quality coffee, while Mike took out a pen and paper and quickly took notes. When they heard the word "kidnapping", they both raised their heads and looked at each other.
To be continued...