Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 377: A Secret Even the Supreme God Has Not Discovered

Lin You came to see the accountant, not just to listen to the other party's roar and vent; he wanted to know whether he could find little Mehard - or Patrick Morgan - through the accountant.

"I can't see Him. If He is a true God, then I am not qualified to see His fate." The accountant shook his head. "He is hiding in the crowd now. Unless He actively and for a long time displays His divinity and uses His divine power, I can't see Him at all."

Lin You smiled bitterly: "If it were that easy, it would be easy. I wouldn't have to come to you."

"Indeed; if He had revealed His divinity and power, Loki and Hela would have discovered Him long ago." The accountant agreed helplessly.

This result disappointed the writer very much. He hung his head and remained silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Perhaps because he could not stand the silence, the accountant asked another question: "Why not investigate through the Pinkerton Detective Agency? Since we can't find little Meinhard himself, why not start with the Pinkerton detectives around him? Isn't it much easier to determine the whereabouts of ordinary people?"

"There is early warning magic." Lin You explained, "Anyone in the Pinkerton Detective Agency who has come into contact with Little Meinhard and knows about his hiring of detectives has early warning magic on them. Once I take action, the other party will be alert."

"Just for this reason?" the accountant expressed disbelief.

Lin You looked at the accountant deeply and suddenly laughed: "Of course, this reason is completely nonsense. The real reason is that I don't want to follow the path set by the other party."

"What do you mean?"

"It means very simple. Everything He arranged in the Pinkerton Detective Agency was done deliberately to tell me that this place hides His vital secrets. He wants to see me invest a lot of energy in the detective agency to dig deep into His secrets. I don't want to do what He wants."

The accountant understood and said, "Don't do what your competitors want you to do."

Lin You praised: "That's the truth. He regards the Pinkerton Detective Agency as a preset battlefield, and I must find a way to avoid this place."

"But what if - I mean what if," the accountant asked worriedly, "what if the secret in the detective agency is really important? Wouldn't it be a pity if we missed it or didn't find it in time?"

Lin You smiled and said, "I am just avoiding this battlefield, not completely denying the combat goal. It's just that I have to change the direction to approach the target."

The accountant hesitated for a moment, but suppressed his curiosity and did not continue to ask what direction he planned to change to; and Lin You obviously had no desire to talk.

The two sides simply said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Out of sight of the writer, the accountant met Mr. Little Mehad, who had been "missing" for half a year, and repeated exactly what Lin You had said.

"Ha, he is indeed a smart man." Little Mehad smiled proudly after hearing this, and the two small mustaches on his lips trembled with his smile.

"Aren't you worried?" The accountant's face was blank, because he knew clearly that the other person's smile and face were fake, just like his own face was fake; "The writer has confirmed that you are Patrick Morgan; you have been completely exposed, and your arrangement with the Pinkerton Detective Agency has also been discovered."

"It's good that he has figured it out. Only after he has figured out the trap, he won't doubt that there is a trap." Little Meinhard - or Patrick Morgan - was very proud. "I don't care if he has figured out the trap, or if he has changed the battlefield. As long as he still wants to find the secrets of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, it doesn't matter what he does. My goal is just to let him 'do' this thing."

"Why? What do you want him to do?" "I want to prove a conjecture; you don't understand, the writer has a huge secret, a secret that may not even be discovered by the Supreme God. I can't tell what it is, but my intuition tells me that this conjecture is related to the 'unknown'." Little Meinhard's eyes flashed with fanaticism.

The accountant stopped asking, perhaps because he knew that he would not get any further answers. So he changed the question: "Loki..."

"Don't worry, your father is safe." Little Mehad's tone instantly returned to calm, as if the enthusiasm just now was just an illusion, "We should focus on the matter at hand first."

"Those two gods..." The accountant's face grew darker. "I mean Thor and Tyr... They have been looking for Loki, and I can't control them. I have already used up all the excuses I could to mislead them. Their patience is limited and they are getting more and more impatient, especially Thor."

“Hehehe…” Little Meinhard sneered, “Do you think their impatience right now is due to their concern for Loki’s safety, and how much is due to having lost the last trump card that could limit Ragnarok?”

"I don't care what they think. I'm just worried about what to do if they find any clues and affect the overall plan."

Little Meinhard pondered: "This is something we have to consider. If necessary, we can find an excuse to separate them."

"You want to use force?"

"So what if I'm the God of Thunder from Asgard, or the God of War from the Nine Realms?" Little Meinhard sneered, "I'm also a God of War!"

The accountant said nothing more, seemingly convinced by the other party's plan.

On the other side, Lin You returned to New York; here he had many subordinates, including not only investigators from the two intelligence agencies of the wizarding world and the Muggle world, but also some local American gangs.

Many of them were developed by the female thief Irene Adler. Compared with the connections in the underworld, Holmes had to rely on "that woman" from time to time to eat soft food.

"Let's mobilize our people, especially our connections in the business community, and use them all."

Lin You issued orders with an unquestionable attitude, even though the orders made everyone confused;

"Let our entrepreneur friends use their biggest budgets to hire Pinkerton detectives; factory owners recruit security guards, mines recruit mining protection teams, train operating companies recruit train escorts, and entertainment stars, celebrities, and gangsters also need bodyguards, right? Let them all go to Pinkerton Detective Agency to sign contracts. Don't worry about the money, just ask for a high price, we will pay for it.

I have only one request, which is to exhaust the manpower of Pinkerton Detective Agency in the shortest possible time, so that they will send all their employees to us and will not be able to transfer any extra manpower to take on other business; remember, the manpower I am talking about refers to their formal employees.

In one month, or two months at most, give me a list of all Pinkerton detectives employed directly or indirectly by us."

When neither side uses supernatural powers, capital is the most powerful force in the capital world.

Most of the regular employees of the Pinkerton Detective Agency were "bought" with money, and the few who remained naturally took on other business. With fewer people, it was easier to screen them, and by using the process of elimination, they could always determine who those people hired by Little Mehad were.

Whether these people were following little Mehhad or were sent to do other things, they were clues left by the other party.

(End of this chapter)