Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 183 The Cat King of Minsk Street

In Backlund in early September, the weather has turned from cool to slightly cold. The sky above the city is always shrouded in a layer of fog, and the sun only shines very rarely.

Klein sat on the recliner in the living room holding Moran, who was wearing a top hat, shaking the newspaper in his hand drowsily.

Although the number of his commissions has gradually increased recently, most of them are commissions similar to finding cats and dogs, tracking and investigating extramarital affairs. Such commissions are very important to him, a fortune teller who has been promoted to Sequence 8. It's not difficult to say, and it can be regarded as accumulating a certain degree of fame - as a result, there are more and more similar found-object commissions.

And his investigation into Lanerwus has also reached a certain deadlock. So far, he has not found any information about the fraudster, and he has not received much feedback even through divination above the gray fog.

He had written to Suya for advice before, and the answer he got was: Lanerwus probably got something during the advent ceremony in Tingen City, which gave him certain anti-divination characteristics.

"Although my savings are increasing, I have no way to spend them. I haven't found the recipe for the Sequence 7 potion yet." Klein put down the newspaper, sighed, lowered his head helplessly, and rubbed his hands. forehead.

The little black cat Moran, who had been lying quietly on his lap, raised his head when he saw this, stretched out his right paw and pressed it on Klein's arm, and patted it comfortingly with the soft paw pads. The furry cat's face There was actually a somewhat comforting look on his face.

"No, Moran, I'm not sad." Klein looked at the worried little black cat with a dumbfounded expression. He gently stretched out his hand to scratch its chin. When he saw Moran narrowing his eyes slightly with an expression of enjoyment, he started again He took a stack of newspapers and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He gently unfolded the paper to reveal the writing on it.

The handwriting on the note was slightly scrawled and messy, with a kind of arrogant temperament. There was only one line on it:

'On Monday night, go to the Brave Bar and find Kaspars Kanlinen. Tell him that Maric introduced you and he will take you to that 'party'. '

Klein took the note and read it twice before folding it up and stuffing it back into the pile of newspapers. He picked up the kitten with a head full of question marks and took a deep breath before lying down peacefully on the recliner. Let the somewhat confused Moran lie on top of him and step on his breasts.

When he wrote to inquire about Su Ya a few days ago, he asked the other party if he knew about a secret gathering suitable for low-level extraordinary people. That night, the cold-faced guy who had sent him a 'express delivery' knocked again. He walked through the door of No. 15 Minsk Street and handed the note to Klein.

Klein wanted to have a chat with this cold-faced guy who was obviously an Extraordinary, but unfortunately, the other person didn't seem to have any intention of talking to him. He simply responded with a few words and then turned around and left.

But Klein still knew the other party’s name—Maric.

While stroking the soft fur of the little black cat in his arms, Klein looked out the window at the fog that never dissipated, as if in a daze.

He has decided to go to this 'Brave Bar' tonight to take a look. First, to get in touch with the Beyonders other than Su Ya's side so that he can have more choices. Second, to see if there are any People sell powerful magical items to increase their own power. This is a plan that will never go out of style.

Third, Klein wants to try to collect the Sequence 7 potion formula himself - although he knows that the church will definitely have the potion he needs, and Suya should be able to apply for it if he finds a way with Mr. Atil. , but Klein really doesn’t want to owe any more favors to his classmates.

——In his current state, it is already very troublesome for the god-gun classmate to get him an informant identity so that he will not be traced by the church’s higher-ups, and then he can trouble the other party to help him get the Sequence 7 potion.

"Classmate Shengun has helped me a lot." Klein muttered, and he subconsciously touched the collar of his shirt, where he wore a beautiful and delicate but not very luxurious lapel pin. 'Psychic Soother', this extraordinary item made from the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Psychiatrist' in Sequence 7, although it did not play a big role in the previous battle in Tingen, for Klein, it is already An extraordinary item that works well enough.

Especially since its side effects are so low.

Thinking of this, Klein looked at the time, let go of Moran, got up and went to the kitchen to cook a fairly rich dinner for himself and Moran.

After finishing a large bowl of tomato and oxtail soup, Klein motioned to Moran, who was also licking his paws contentedly after dinner, to look after the house.

He put the Azik Bronze Whistle, the Soul Soother, several kinds of charms and various spiritual materials into different pockets, and then touched the citrine pendulum tied on the inside of his wrist to confirm that he had equipped the corresponding things. .

After doing all this, Klein straightened his collar, took his hat and cane, left No. 15 Minsk Street, changed trains twice, came to Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area, and walked into the Human Voice The bustling 'Brave Bar'.

After he went out, the little black cat Moran, who was sitting quietly on the chair and licking his paws, stopped. He slightly tilted his head and looked out the door with eyes full of humanity. wisdom.

Moran moved his nose slightly. After confirming that Klein had indeed left, a smile flashed in his round cat eyes. He calmly jumped down, came to the window of the living room, and called softly. A few times.

And as it screamed, there was a gentle sound of fingernails rubbing outside the window, as if it was confirming something.

Moran looked at the window solemnly, nodded and called out. Then the sound of fingernails scraping against the window disappeared, and a rather polite dull knock came from outside the door of No. 15 Minsk Street.

Moran raised his tail high and jumped down from the window sill nimbly. He walked in a straight line and came to the door. He jumped directly from the ground without any need to gather momentum and stretched out his soft paw pads. He held down the door handle and turned it with his weight.

With a creak, the door opened.

A blue-eyed black cat with the same raised tail poked its head out of the door. After confirming that Moran was the only cat left in the house, the black cat Brody turned his head towards the same gentle kiss behind him. Meowed.

Then, one, two, three, and four. A total of thirty-two cats of various colors and shapes emerged from all corners of Minsk Street and squatted neatly behind Brody. , followed it into the house at No. 15 Minsk Street.

The little black cat Moran gently raised his paws to hold the black top hat on his head, with a cheerful smile in his round brown cat eyes.

Poor Mr. Klein, Meow can also feed you.

(End of this chapter)