Lynard, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, finished smoking two pipes of cigarettes and listened to Mr. Buck tell this somewhat bizarre story, but the final result was a near miss.

"So, you came to me to investigate for you about this lost city?"

He knocked out the remaining cigarette ashes on the hard wooden table and asked.

"Kaka..."

The sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole was heard from downstairs, and Linard glanced outside through the gap in the curtains.

The sky was bright and about two hours had passed before I knew it.

With an appearance that was completely inconsistent with her quiet and elegant temperament, Althea walked up the stairs firmly and slowly, carrying large and small bags on her shoulders and handles.

When passing by the living room, she curiously cast her eyes on the tightly wrapped weirdo, causing him to become restless.

"Don't be nervous, she is my assistant."

Lynard explained, and the weirdo nodded, still looking towards the door in fear.

The tall figure of the girl kept walking, carrying her things, towards the narrow cabin prepared for herself, and disappeared behind the door.

"She...has a bad smell on her body."

Buck defended his behavior, quickly dropped the topic, and then continued Linard's question: "Actually, I hope..."

A shadow suddenly appeared on his face, and when he looked back, he saw Althea standing quietly behind the sofa at some point, watching him condescendingly.

Her hands were behind her back and she couldn't see what she was carrying.

The weirdo noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, turned his stiff neck and looked back, and was so frightened that he let out a scream on the spot.

"Tyler! It's a customer!"

With Linard's observation ability, he didn't notice when Althea crossed the wooden door and walked behind Buck. He made a prompt decision and whispered the other person's name, which was like a thunderbolt.

On Althea's ever-changing indifferent face, her eyes gradually moved from bottom to top, scanning from the weirdo to Linnard sitting directly opposite, and nodded to express her understanding.

She walked on the hard wooden floor of the living room without making any sound, and walked to stand quietly behind Linnard as if floating.

"This is Buck, Mr. Buck Hill."

Linard introduced his new assistant to the frightened and trembling customer, then grinned at the weirdo and said: "Mr. Buck, this beautiful lady is my detective assistant. She has more than ten professional qualification certificates and has rich detective experience.

, it’s your honor to choose us.”

Althea's green eyes were like a pool of clear water, without any fluctuations, staring at the weirdo without any human emotion.

"I...I absolutely believe in the professionalism of your detective agency."

As if he realized that if he dared to say anything slanderous, he would most likely become a member of the disappearance case, Buck kept talking hurriedly.

After briefly retelling the story that Buck had just told for Althea, Linard looked at the eager weirdo with a smile in his eyes.

"I already understand the matter. So, Mr. Buck, what exactly do you want to entrust us to do for you?"

"I-I want you to find my way to Atlanta!"

Surprisingly, Buck wanted to return to that nightmarish town despite hesitating.

"To be honest, I went to Bayland Street several times after that, but there was no villa No. 158 there at all, only 157 houses!"

"Well……"

Linard dragged his chin with his hands, making a thoughtful expression.

"You also find it strange, don't you?" Buck's pupils shrank: "So I went to see Old John again and asked him about the package. What do you think he said? The bastard actually said that there was no such thing!"

The weirdo was so excited that his tight tattered scarf became a little loose, revealing his frighteningly pale skin: "I asked every colleague in the unloading line and asked my neighbors, and I got exactly the same reply. There is no such thing.

!”

"So, could it be that you had a weird dream and regarded it as reality?" Linnard frowned and asked tentatively.

"It won't happen." Buck Mung Bean's little eyes were full of bitterness: "My rooster, the belly of the rooster I bought from the market is full of broken teeth! It ate too many broken teeth alive and was strangled to death!

"

His expression was ferocious, showing a hysterical temperament: "Wizard, everyone in the market said that this rooster has nothing to do with them! I have no choice but to think of you!"

"Noble girl! She, she must still be in danger, I must go back to save her! She is the best noble and the friendliest woman I have ever seen, I can't give up on her!"

He punched hard, and it seemed as if the air turned into the terrifying black-haired woman holding the girl hostage.

Waving his hand, Linard said calmly: "Don't be in a hurry, sir, don't be in a hurry."

He repeated it twice, with a strange magic in his words.

"Believe me, I've been through far more complicated things than this, and guess what? I solved them all and earned myself plaque after plaque."

His wise eyes were full of fighting spirit, just like the portrait behind him: "You can always trust the Geometric Detective Agency and the Great Detective Lynard!"

Fifteen minutes later, Buck, who could not suppress his trembling, left the detective agency wrapped up tightly. Pedestrians on the road avoided this obviously abnormal person, causing quite a disturbance.

Several things were left on the table in the living room, including a stiff and smelly rooster and a handwritten note.

When Buck took out the half-dried rooster from his windbreaker, Althea's ever-changing iceberg expression fluctuated for the first time.

She forcibly controlled her urge to punch the suspected animal sadist in the face, and waited until Buck left before asking in confusion: "Are you really going to help him find that non-existent city?"

Lynard leaned against the window and looked at the rooster on the table with its belly cut open and without any broken teeth.

The tentacles in his heart were squirming, falling into a strange rhythm.

One, two, three, one...

Yes, it's squirming with Buck's breathing, and it's longing for...

"why not?"

There wasn't much expression on his face, and he answered in a calm tone.

In any case, this is one of the few moments of excitement for Tentacle apart from its 'power of faith'.

Instead of looking for the elusive faith, it is better to start with the case that is obviously full of loopholes and unravel the secret of the tentacles.

His eyebrows twitched, constantly recalling and identifying Buck's words, looking for what the other party didn't say.

When a person communicates with you, in addition to paying attention to what he said, you also need to analyze what he didn't say and why he didn't say it.

This can make it easier for you to understand a lot of ‘meanings’.

Althea didn't have many questions about Linard's decision, and she didn't say anything except asking a question.

She has full confidence in her own power, and no matter what kind of weirdness it is, it will disintegrate in front of her.

"This is a reward from the city hall, 200 lire."
Chapter completed!