They all call me master.

Chapter 321 Gaze in the Dark!

'Detective' Truman encountered an unprecedented crisis. He found that he was being manipulated. No, to be precise, his life was being manipulated.

From the beginning of his first case, there is an invisible black hand manipulating everything.

Even his wife might have been arranged by the other party...

Garcia frowned as he wrote this, and then sighed.

He couldn't write any more.

Although he had a corresponding plot in his mind, the impact of reality was too great for him. Every time he wrote about some critical moments, those things would emerge from the bottom of his heart - although since 'that adventure', he life has been greatly improved.

But there are also some hidden dangers.

Even though he tried his best to cover it up, he still appeared in the sight of some interested people.

'Is it the famous 'psychic medium' Arthur Kratos again? '

Standing outside the door was a man whose balding head could not be concealed even with a hat.

As a part-time intelligence dealer, he knew very well that as he was exposed to the other party, his life was already in the other party's hands.

The real reason?

Liquidation!

He, Garcia is a writer.

I need to write!

Garcia was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and was ready to continue concentrating on writing.

Don't worry, there's still some time!

Garcia didn't know who this 'spiritual medium' had offended, and why he was so hated. The information about the other party had been sold at a price beyond his imagination before, and this time, someone spent such a huge price. , hired him to spread the news that the other party was injured.

Longbine!

Garcia had seen each other on the original Clara Street, and there was even a nod from both sides.

Except for the 'client', no one knows about this place now.

The injuries sustained after torture are very consistent with the characteristics of being 'liquidated': painful and able to intimidate other organization members.

Got to go to some new places.

It’s just that because of the pressure of life, I have to work part-time as an information dealer!

call!call!

Garcia took a few deep breaths and gathered his thoughts to continue describing the story in his mind - what the 'client' told him?

"Mr. Longbine?"

The death was very miserable, not only the eyes were gouged out, but also the tongue was cut - it was rumored that the other party wanted to rob and extort a lady from the club.

So, who should you buy from?

The stuff at Walt's is good, but expensive.

I dare not refuse.

That guy kept inviting him to join the organization, but he simply refused every time.

But he still chose to open the door.

With this 'client' example in mind, Garcia knew he needed to be more careful!

Of course, Garcia knows that when faced with special situations, even a firecracker is not enough, but a firecracker at least gives him some sense of security.

unless……

He is a writer who can definitely write good works.

At least, I can’t go to the Intelligence Tavern I used to frequent.

Old Harmon's is cheap, but the quality of the goods cannot be guaranteed, and you might even buy stolen goods. Moreover, the Dal Lane where Old Harmon is located is too close to Kirk Street where the 'spiritual medium' lives. I borrowed from him before and did not return. Nanlos had the opportunity to go and check the other party's residence out of curiosity, which was already very reckless. Now that the other party has come back, I absolutely cannot go... Wait, why should I think about this?

Damn, I got distracted again!

After making a fortune, he moved out of his original residence in order to cover up his traces.

Then he was killed by club security.

Just like the guy who introduced him to the industry.

Because he knows the risks involved.

Of course, this is just rhetoric to fool most people.

Wait until he finishes writing the chapter before thinking about what to do.

Garcia knew very well that the other party was eliminated by the 'organisational liquidation'.

Garcia was immediately alert.

'Would you like to buy a fire gun? '

More because...

Not long ago, he saw the other party's body.

Who caught him again?

Thinking of this, Garcia's face was filled with confusion and helplessness.

Garcia did not refuse.

However, just when he wrote the name "Truman", there was a knock on the door of his room.

And this increases risk.

For that, Garcia is thankful.

writing!

"Can we go in and talk?"

The gloomy and artistic Longbine asked softly.

"Of course!"

An apprehensive Garcia stepped out of the way, and while Longbine took off his hat, Garcia moved a chair out from under the clutter of manuscripts.

"Do you like writing?"

Longbine looked at the manuscripts with surprise in his eyes.

"Well, it's my life."

When it comes to the manuscript, Garcia has a smile on his face. Such a smile made Longbine startled.

The person in charge of the 'Cloak Society' in Nanlos seemed to see himself.

He is also like this when facing excellent paintings and sculptures.

Immediately, Longbine hesitated.

He came here to figure out something that happened before, and then report it back.

Then came Garcia's death.

He didn't like some of the methods of the 'Cloak Club', but he had to admit that they were scary enough.

"Then why did you become an information dealer?"

Longbine asked directly.

This stunned Garcia.

Then, the part-time information dealer smiled bitterly.

"To make a living!

As you can see, I worked hard, but the meager remuneration could not support my life at all, so I had to work part-time as an information dealer.

Originally I thought I would be able to get out of this predicament soon, but who knows..."

Speaking of this, Garcia's face was full of shame.

He just said "meager remuneration", but in fact, he did not receive any remuneration.

However, he could not admit this frankly in front of others.

It's so embarrassing.

But after the lie was told, he felt a little guilty.

Looking at Garcia with this appearance, Longbine pondered.

picture!

so similar!

Garcia is just like his younger self, he just pursues his life for his dreams and is not a real intelligence peddler.

Maybe……

Should I give him a chance?

When this idea appeared in Longbein's heart, it immediately spread uncontrollably.

The person in charge of the 'Cloak Society' Nanlos stared at Garcia for a full 10 seconds before speaking.

"Would you like to join the 'Cloak Society'?

Your last behavior has been noticed by the 'Cloak Club'. Even with my cover, others will come to check - this is the consistent style of the 'Cloak Club'. Only by joining the 'Cloak Club' can we prevent it. This situation occurs. "

“Then can I still write?”

Garcia asked hesitantly.

At this moment, Garcia has decided that if he can't write, he will find the 'client' and sell the 'Cloak Society'.

In exchange for the opportunity to live and write.

Longbine smiled at Garcia's question.

"certainly!

We were also able to discuss some writing techniques. In addition to my experience in painting and sculpture, I also love writing. "

The person in charge of the 'Cloak Society' in Nanlos looked at Garcia, whose eyes lit up, and was extremely satisfied.

Compared to Garcia, who shares the same hobbies, the previous guy was shit.

"This is so great!"

Garcia cheered, and then wanted to inform Longbine about the 'client'.

However, after hesitating, Garcia chose to hide it temporarily.

no offence.

It's just a concealment for self-protection.

temporary!

Garcia told himself this.

But outside the window, Garcia didn't notice, a dark crow just stood on the branch, using the darkness of the night to hide, silently watching everything.

Longbine didn't notice either.

The two were chatting friendly in the room.

Fokine told Arthur everything he saw and heard.

Arthur looked at Malinda who looked slightly satisfied in silence.

Feeling Arthur's gaze, Malinda felt something was wrong.

"You don't really know, do you?"

Malinda looked at Arthur suspiciously.

The woman suspected that Arthur was defrauding her.

And Arthur chuckled and spread his hands.

"Don't forget, I am a 'spiritual medium'. When facing you who are 'entangled' by fate, my inspiration will always burst out from time to time."

"Ah."

Malinda sneered, not believing Arthur's so-called 'tangled fate' at all.