Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 178 The Nighthawks Come to the Door

"Hey, what's that expression on your face? That's my 2000 pounds, not yours."

Dominic couldn't help but remind Angel.

"Oh, really?"

The latter held the document bag worth 2000 pounds to his chest and covered it tightly.

"Okay, it's everyone's 2000 pounds. We can split it [-]-[-]. Sonia and I can take half. After all, you need me to take you to the Extraordinary gathering to sell this manuscript."

After measuring the difference in force between the two sides in his mind, Dominic compromised.

If it's half per person, then I can only get 1000 pounds?
Angel shook his head: "I think 500 pounds is enough to buy your information and labor. The manuscript is in my hands. I can slowly find a buyer, but where can you find another manuscript?"

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and finally decided to divide the money into 1400-600. After selling the Difference Engine manuscript, Angel would get [-] pounds, and Dominic and Sonia would get [-] pounds.

Dominic, whose income had dropped sharply, had some anger on his face, but then turned into helplessness. He personally delivered Angel and the Difference Engine manuscript to the door without taking his eyes off the document bag.

This made Angel a little worried that he would attack impulsively. Fortunately, although the "provocateur" was unforgiving, he did not do anything stupid in the end.

"Remember, three days later, Friday evening at six o'clock, don't die in a stinking ditch and lose our 2000 pounds."

The guy was still playing his part as Angel came down the stairs.

Does he know the "acting method", or is he just subconsciously performing actions that are consistent with his identity and the name of the potion?
Angel secretly guessed and replied smoothly: "It's my 2000 pounds, you only have 600, no, it's 300 pounds, and the remaining half belongs to Sonia."

Even though she had gone down to the second floor, she could still hear the sound of the door upstairs being slammed shut.

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To the west of Suniya Sea, a three-masted sailboat was sailing through the endless storm.

The captain of the Blue Avenger, Alger Wilson, who was wearing a storm robe, was looking at the chart on the table in the captain's cabin, but his vision was out of focus and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he stood up and looked at the small window that opened outward on the ship's bulkhead. A heavy rain was raging outside the window, and from time to time a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the deep blue and almost black water.

"I am an initial member of the Tarot Club, so I should give more thought to it," Alger murmured, hesitantly, as if he was trying to convince himself, "Mr. Fool doesn't care about these mundane things, but we must protect the Tarot Club for him. "

He still wants to find out where Miss "Queen" is and whether she threatens the existence of the Tarot Club.

If she had died in a certain battle, or died accidentally while being hunted by an official Beyonder, although it would be regrettable, it would be the best ending for the Tarot Society.

But if she was interrogated after being arrested, or took the initiative to leak the existence of the Tarot Society to others, Mr. Fool would definitely be fine, but what about us mortals?

After thinking about all this, Alger walked around the chart table, opened the door to the captain's cabin, and walked into the storm.

The uncontrolled sails were making noise, and the few crew members on the deck were busy in the wind and rain. Although this ghost ship did not need sailors, Alger's other tasks required them.

Seeing their captain walking onto the deck, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at the Sequence 7 "navigator".

"We will go to Port Olavi in ​​the Rhoad Islands and stay there for a day to resupply and receive new orders."

Alger shouted, only in this way could his words be conveyed to everyone on the deck in the storm.

After a brief pause, several crew members shouted to suit the captain, and cheers broke out one after another.

They had only been out to sea for a week from Pulitzer Harbor, and unlike ordinary ships, the ghost ship required hundreds of people to maintain operation and needed to save supplies, so they could eat fresh food every day and sleep in spacious single rooms.

But docking means relaxing the body and mind, which means...

"I just can't wait, the girls in Pulitzer Harbor are not as exciting as the sea!"

One crew member moved his lower body exaggeratedly, causing his companions to burst into laughter with different thoughts.

Alger ignored these crew members who showed their true colors. He only wanted obedient subordinates, not saints who were so self-disciplined that they eventually lost control and collapsed.

And only after he docked did he have the opportunity to contact his companions within the church via telegram and ask them to help investigate the information about Miss Queen and investigate what happened in Tingen City.

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"呲呲-"

Angel cracked an egg into the pan and used a spatula to move the bacon to the sides to make room for the fried egg in the center of the pan, where it was most susceptible to heat.The aroma produced when protein meets high-heat fat emits, filling the open kitchen with a unique morning atmosphere.

"I'll fry one more today."

Angel took a sniff of the aroma and decided to add an egg to his breakfast.

At this moment, there was a knock on the living room door from outside.

"Who is knocking on the door at this time..."

Looking at the browned omelette, Angel could only take the pan off the stove and set it aside, hoping that the remaining heat would not ruin his breakfast. Then he wiped his hands and came to the door.

Through the peephole, she noticed two middle-aged men in police uniforms standing outside the door. Being familiar with the Loen Kingdom police system, she immediately recognized that one of them was a senior inspector and the other was a sergeant.

Has the manuscript been exposed?Or maybe the thief Gauri and his boss finally decided to report the crime and would rather put themselves in jail in order to recover the manuscript?

After thinking for a moment, Angel decided to open the door and take a look.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

She opened the door, pretending to be surprised and a little wary after seeing the police, and said hesitantly.

"Eileen Watson?" The police sergeant with a beard and two V-shaped badges on his shoulders asked in a serious tone. He looked surprised when he saw Angel. He paused for a moment before continuing, but his attitude was already obvious. Softening, "I am Sergeant Durer of Red Rose Street, and this is Senior Inspector Mr. Hopper. He has something to ask you. Please answer truthfully."

This attitude changes too quickly... No wonder Mrs. Wallis doesn't like "Civil Las Field". I don't think anyone in Backlund will like you.

Secretly slandering the capital's police system, Angel's face showed confusion and nervousness, and he asked in a halting tone:
"Yes, what can you ask me? I just moved from Tingen and I don't know anything..."

"Ahem, please don't be nervous, ma'am." The senior inspector named Hopper, who had three six-pointed stars on his epaulette, coughed slightly and took over the conversation, "We just came from Mrs. Wallis, and she mentioned that you started last week. I have been renting this house since Japan. Have you ever met a Fusac man? Well, he looks like this..."

As he spoke, the senior inspector took out a folded piece of tissue paper from the inner pocket of his police uniform, opened it and showed the front to Angel.

This is a wanted poster. You can still smell the fragrance of ink. It seems that it was just printed. It depicts a middle-aged man in his forties. His sideburns are almost covering his ears. Together with his beard, he completely covers his broad face. , there are some text descriptions below, brown hair, blue eyes, Rune language with Fusac accent.

The first time she saw it, Angel recognized that it was Quick, the former tenant, who she saw in the magic mirror divination and who hid the "Difference Engine" manuscript in the study of this house.

"Sorry, I probably haven't seen him."

After pretending to remember for a moment, Angel replied.

This is the truth, she has not seen this Fusac man in reality.

"Okay, take note of his appearance. If you see him, don't alert him. Secretly contact the nearest patrol officer, or go to the police station to call the police."

As if he had already expected the answer, Senior Inspector Hopper's brown eyes showed a clear look. He rubbed his temples with one hand and continued to display the wanted poster with the other hand and gave instructions.

"Okay, officer, but who is he? Would it be dangerous if I met him?"

"He is a Fusac spy, so of course he will be very dangerous!"

Sheriff Durer interjected from the side.

"spy!"

Angel showed shock and fear at the right time and successfully received verbal comfort from the two police officers.

"Madam, don't worry, the police will arrest him soon. If you meet him, don't show any emotions or actions that you know him. Find an opportunity to leave and call the police."

After repeated warnings, they put away the wanted poster and walked along the street to Mrs. Wallis's residence.

Continuing to make a worried expression, Angel closed the door and returned to his living room until the two police officers left his sight.

"The chief and the senior inspector are not in the same system. He has limited respect for his superiors. He is more like cooperating with his work... The senior inspector, hey, is probably a Sequence 7 Beyonder. They will automatically work in the police system. Get this rank."

Rubbing his stiff face, Angel analyzed the identities of the two people just now.

Then she recalled Captain Dunn's deep eyes and his movements of rubbing his temples from time to time.

Could it be that Senior Inspector Hopper is also a "nightmare"?
(End of this chapter)