Shadow Apostle

After a period of brutal explanations, the turmoil at No. 85 Vila Street finally subsided.

Horst made up a story that Minnie was a victim of a house collapse. He rescued her from under the rubble. She had no clothes when she was rescued. He wrapped her back in a windbreaker and sent her to the Hall of Justice today.

In fact, most of it is true, but it sounds like nonsense.

But Minnie was extraordinarily sensible and cooperated unconditionally with Horst's nonsense, successfully dispelling Mrs. Jennifer's suspicion.

There was also a set of children's clothes mixed in, although they were replaced by her daughter more than forty years ago.

After waiting for Mrs. Jennifer to leave temporarily, Horst hugged little Minnie and looked at each other in the room.

"Little... uh, little guy, do you remember what happened last night?"

"Remember." Minnie nodded vigorously, "Big Brother said to find someone to solve my problem, and he also said that he would introduce me to a new friend. I thought Big Brother was trying to comfort me, but I didn't expect that he actually did it. Thank you Big Brother .”

"I don't know what's going on with you." Horst held her up and looked at her for a while, "I'll take you to sister Jessica later and see what she says. Should I send you to the Church of the Tribulation for a checkup? . Well, Jessica doesn’t know if she will go to your house soon, you..."

Minnie's expression darkened and she shook her head vigorously.

"Okay, I understand, but did your two brothers show up in those few days?"

"No."

Horst nodded: "In a moment, please wait here for me obediently. The grandma and I will go next door to check, and then we will take you to find Sister Jessica. But... after I got off the carriage last night What? Don’t you remember anything? "

"I seemed to have fallen asleep. I didn't even know when my elder brother would come back. When I woke up, it was when the grandma just broke down the door." Minnie looked confused and recalled, "It seemed like I had a dream. I dreamed that I was wrapped in something, and then I couldn’t remember it.”

"Then this dream is really scary."

Horst breathed a sigh of relief. Touch Minnie's head and walk out of 103.

As soon as he went out, he saw the landlady sitting on the rocking chair in front of 101, knitting a sweater. When she saw Horst coming, she immediately raised her matchlock gun.

"Calm down, it's a misunderstanding, William, William."

Mrs. Jennifer then leaned on her gun, took out a bunch of keys, and helped Horst open the door of 102.

A quite spacious suite.

There is a bedroom inside and a living room outside, which can be used as a reception room. It even has a separate bathroom. It can be called a mansion.

It is indeed the most expensive house in No. 85. Only a down-and-out old gentleman like Mr. William is willing to spend the high price of 8 Lukas per month to rent this kind of apartment.

After walking around Mr. William's room, it was obvious that no one had lived in it for several days, and the room had long been covered with a thick layer of dust.

But things were arranged neatly, the bed was still covered with cloth, and there was a space about the size of a suitcase above the wardrobe.

It looked like he left on his own initiative and brought luggage with him, which matched Daisy's description.

Horst's eyes swept over every furnishing in the room. He did not activate the guidance feature, which is used to find vitality in a complex environment at critical times.

Rather than looking for something noteworthy in an unfamiliar space.

He scanned the room purely with his five senses, and his eyes finally fell on the note on the desk.

I picked up the pencil in the pen holder and used the most traditional method to lightly blacken the first page of notes. Sure enough, two lines of text appeared.

10 o'clock, October 7, train station.

Mick Dunn.

Horst looked at the desk calendar and it happened to be October 7th. Today was the 13th, exactly five days ago.

Horst copied two more copies of the text and put them in his pocket.

Then under Mrs. Jennifer's puzzled gaze, she sat on the seat next to the table.

The folk customs in Princess District are simple and the residents are quite friendly and enthusiastic.

They will enthusiastically enter your home and help you get rid of things you may no longer need.

So everyone usually puts valuable things in some weird places.

In order to give some surprises to those who help.

For example, the lining of the original top hat was one of them.

Horst stared at the room, making secret calculations in his mind.

If I had something important, where would I hide it?

under the bed?

I lay down and rummaged through it, and found a small bag hanging on the bed, which contained a pair of brand new leather shoes.

At least six luka.

Under the cabinet?

He touched it and found out half a pack of tobacco.

It seemed that there was really nothing else, and any important items were probably taken away by William.

Horst shook his head in disappointment: "Mrs. Jennifer, do you have any impression of this Mick Dunn?"

"Mick Dunn? Just wait for me to think about it, I have some impression." Mrs. Jennifer was stunned for a long time, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "I remembered, there is indeed this person. It's just me and the old guy. I’ve known him for a long time, and I still remember this person. Mick Dunn was an old friend of William’s more than 20 years ago. Later I heard that he went to the Newland Continent to pan for gold. I haven’t heard from him for a long time. But the previous paragraph When I heard that he had come back and made a lot of money, William was very happy and felt that he could also make a fortune. But then he didn’t mention it again, so he probably rejected it.”

"Perhaps not completely rejected." Horst sighed, walked to the window, looked in the direction of the train station and whispered, "It seems that this Mick Dunn is a key figure. No matter what, we must first He has to find it. It's almost done, Mrs. Jennifer, you can leave...wait."

Just before leaving, he was putting back the note he had checked just now, and his eyes suddenly fell on the desk drawer.

He had checked the drawer twice before, and even pulled it out completely to look at it.

but……

Host opened the drawer and reached in.

Feel around at the top of the drawer, which is the back of the desk.

That's a place you can't see unless you reach out and touch it.

Hiss~~

Horst showed a smile and slowly withdrew his hand.

When I took it out with my hand, there was already a small bag nailed to the partition.

Sure enough, there is something else, and he is worthy of being a senior resident of the Princess District.

In the bag was a twenty-luka coin.

For people in the Princess District, this is no longer a small number.

"When did this old guy become so rich?"

"Huh? Can't Mr. William save some money?"

"I've known that old guy for thirty years, what savings does he have?"

Horst rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, took out twenty lukas from his increasingly deflated purse and threw it into the drawer, and then put William's purse into his own pocket.

"Mr. William has had many experiences before. If you want him to be deceived, just saying it may not be enough. I suspect that this is an advance payment from the other party. It is precisely because of this payment that Mr. William firmly believes in the other party's promise. Ha, buy They are willing to spend twenty luka on one life, these people are so generous.”

Seeing Mrs. Jennifer’s puzzled face, Horst explained:

"I'll take the coin first. I'm going to find a professional to think of a way to see if I can trace any clues from it."

"I don't understand this, but can you find William? Horst."

"I'm not sure, but I'll try my best, just for the sake of the newspapers."

"What newspaper?"

"No, it's nothing. Huh?"

Horst shook his head, suddenly walked to the window in a few steps, and stared out the window for a moment.

A familiar carriage was coming down the street.

The Burnt family carriage.

Why did you take the initiative to find him? Something happened.

Horst felt nervous, said hello to Mrs. Jennifer, and hurried out to greet her.

Sure enough, the car door opened, revealing Miss Berndt's reserved smile.

"Mr. Horst, I found it."

"Um?"

"It's the box that I asked you to send to the Watcher. When I was checking the information on the Lord of Shadows this morning, I accidentally found the record."

"Accidentally?" Horst looked at the dark circles under Miss Berndt's eyes.

Miss Burnt smiled and said nothing.

"Thank you, Miss Jessica, for taking your trouble. I also have some good or bad news, Minnie... forget it, come with me."

Horst smiled mysteriously, guiding Miss Berndt to avoid the floor traps in the corridor of the apartment building, and pushed open the door of 103.

As soon as he entered the door, a small black shadow jumped into his arms.

Minnie.

Minnie Mouse.

The little mouse turned into a small ball again, with the head of a human and the body of a mouse. It was looking at Horst with an aggrieved look, as if it was about to cry.

"What's the matter, Mr. Horst, what's wrong with Minnie?"

Miss Berndt followed in, leaving the two bodyguards outside the door, and closed the door carefully.

When he turned around, he saw Horst holding a little mouse.

One person and one mouse looked at each other.