Beng San, I have an unfinished date with her

Velvet smiled with satisfaction and picked up the pen: "Then let's get started."

Soon, Alicia wrote down the number [1222].

Velvet did not move, but slowly brushed her hand over the paper on her side.

The number [1222] appears.

This really surprised Eilish.

Velvet smiled and said: "1222, could it be December 22 last year? The east depicts the day when winter comes."

"That day is important to you, right?"

Alicia was stunned for a moment, looked at Velvet's peculiar eyes, smiled and said, "Yes."

The strong emotional fluctuations even made Velvet stunned.

Her eyes moved slightly and glanced at Long, who was floating next to Alicia: "Is it related to him?"

"Ah."

"Oh -" Wilveira said in a long voice and looked at Long: "That elf of light~ Do you want to come and have an interaction?"

Long and Alicia looked at each other, and she nodded with an encouraging smile.

Long then flew down and touched the lightning glass ball.

Under Velvet's surprised gaze, she manipulated the light strip extending from her body and picked up the pen.

Velvet reacted, put her hand up and said, "It's time to start."

"Ok."

As he spoke, the pen moved and he quickly wrote: [Very good performance, great magician]

【——Vilvi】

"Eh!?" Velvet was suddenly startled.

how come!

How could it possibly know its own name?

I have never been exposed! ?

Following a sound that was imperceptible to ordinary people under the table, the same words appeared on the white paper on her side.

Long's "smile" was conveyed to Velvet's senses.

In Velvet's surprised face and gaze.

Long returned to Alicia's arms, and they said goodbye to Velvet and left the alley happily.

.....

Velvet was stunned in front of the table.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, and the information in her mind was flowing rapidly - she thought of a possibility.

She clapped her hands and said in surprise:

"It's not just a coincidence that you came to my workshop!"

"No ordinary guy..."

The person has already left, and there is no use in thinking about it anymore.

Velvet moved the table aside and turned around to continue making her own props.

Tomorrow, before leaving.

I have to perform a big performance in this chaotic place.

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"You're talking about him, the guy who committed a crime and escaped here a few days ago."

"You have found the right person. I am one of the top information dealers in Twilight Street. Everyone who comes in and out is blind."

The man leaning against the wall of the alley said this. After throwing the cigarette butts to the ground and stepping on them, he extended his hand to the guy who came to him for consultation.

The consulting guy was stunned for a moment.

The intelligence dealer moved his hand and said, "What? Give me money. Buying information is free?"

"I take it you are the surviving member of the family in his case, right?"

"Well, I don't hate it when there's revenge and vengeance - let's just count them."

"You!?" The person who came to consult had his eyes widened in disbelief.

He even got so angry that he wanted to pull out the dagger hidden behind his waist.

"Hey, calm down bro."

"The price I'm giving you is already [-]% less than those two guys. Don't say you didn't ask those two guys."

"..."

(Heavy gasp)

"This is all my net worth, and you actually know this... In short, if you lie to me, you won't be alive."

The person consulting suppressed his anger and surprise and said this after sighing.

He took out all the banknotes from his arms and was about to hand them to the information dealer, but he only gave half of them: "Here is the deposit, and I will give you the rest later."

Now it was the information dealer's turn to look unhappy.

But he looked at the large stack of banknotes in his hand, which were still in circulation in the outside world... He thought for a while and agreed.

Anyway, this business can be said to be "no capital and huge profit". It is just the information of a guy who committed a crime and fled to Twilight Street.

There are too many, and there is no shortage in Dusk Street. Tell him that even if he doesn't pay, it's still good to have so much money in his pocket.

After that, he counted the money and said, "Oh, it's a small business, based on integrity. Since you gave half of it as a deposit, I'll accept it."

"Just in the fourth alley in the eastern section of the main street, go into the alley on the right side of the No. 12 house on the right row. Walk about ten meters and you will find a two-story small house. The black curtains have not been opened - yes Yes, there is a faded star decorating the roof."

"Only this confused guy who just arrived was stupid enough to leave all kinds of external features on the house."

The person who came to consult looked at him and turned around to leave the alley.

After taking a few steps, he bumped into something like an iron tower, causing him to stumble.

He was angry.

But the moment he raised his head, his biological instinct made him choose to quickly lower his head and slip by.

Qianjie came here.

Brand new branches: 298. Confessions of a boss

"Hmph - thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..."

The information dealer was still concentrating on counting the pile of coins in his hand, and did not notice the coming of the thousand calamities.

Until Qianjie stopped in front of him, blocking the light coming from outside the alley, and his shadow enveloped him.

He just realized it was wrong.

He stuffed the money into his pocket and showed a businessman's smile. He raised his head and said, "What do the guests want to know? We operate with integrity and ensure that you know what you want... want..."

The oppressive aura emitted by Qianjie made him tremble, and he finally suppressed his desire to escape.

After all, this sense of oppression would kill oneself.

I am long gone.

As an information dealer, I still have this ability to judge.

"Hehe...hehe--does this guest want to know anything?"

Qianjie's wooden mask stared at him from above.

The evil ghost-like mask grew larger and larger in the eyes of the intelligence dealer. Against the light, it was like an unstoppable giant wall or demon pressing down on him - in short, absolutely unstoppable.

This made him feel more and more overwhelmed, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was even a little dizzy, and the feeling of being unable to control his limbs came from the deepest part of his body.

"..."

Qianjie took a step back slightly to stop the radiating pressure.

Let the light that passed through the top edge of the alley shine on the face of the information dealer, giving his increasingly swaying spirit a breather, and letting the confusion and powerlessness that hit him like a tide recede.

He held his chest and breathed heavily, staring at Qianjie's legs and feet with wide eyes, cherishing this hard-won sense of calm.

Before he could straighten up.

Qianjie's voice reached his ears.

"Who is the boss? Where is he? Where is the power?"

The question, delivered in a commanding tone, was crystal clear.

The information dealer forced himself to straighten up and look at Qianjie's mask.

At this moment, he no longer had such a strong sense of oppression, and the intelligence dealer finally dared to look directly.

The information dealer said quickly; "Boss, boss. Uh... I don't have a boss, it's just my own small business."

Qianjie looked beyond the mask and stared at him closely: "I said [Boss]."

"Who is it? Where is it? Who is its power!?"

Qianjie's voice became more and more dangerous.

His fingers penetrated the wall beside him like piercing tofu.

That terrifying smooth finger hole made the information dealer swallow hard.

He trembled and said, "Brother, I really don't know."

"Then [Boss] Shenlong has never been seen. We all know that he does appear everywhere in Dusk Street. The forces under him are definitely habitual thieves. They have patronized countless people, but no one has successfully caught [Boss] ], even his men.”

"That kind of frequency of theft is absolutely impossible to be committed by one or two people."

"And he also secretly takes over tasks from other forces and steals things from other forces. He can complete it perfectly every time."

"Brother, I really don't know!"

"The only thing I know is that after some calculations such as selling stolen goods, I roughly know that [the boss] mainly operates east of Dusk Street. I really don't know the rest!"

"Brother, please let me go, ah?" His tone was almost begging.

Qianjie was a little angry...but not at this information dealer.

He didn't say anything, turned and left.

The information dealer immediately leaned against the wall and fell to the ground.

It wouldn't be until a few hours later that he would receive the news. It turned out that all the intelligence dealers in Twilight Street had been asked by Qianjie like him...

Now he is mentally balanced.

...

...

Padofelis realized something was wrong.

Why has the discussion in Twilight Street suddenly become so high recently about the false identity [boss] that I created?

This is very wrong!

She wandered around street corners, on rooftops, everywhere, listening.

Even the planned plan to "patronize" the black boss store was stopped.

After some inquiring, eavesdropping, and fishing in troubled waters.

Padofelis finally understood why.