Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 182

2021-07-11

Chapter 182 The Lawyer at Playing Cards (Plus Update)

"May I ask if Mr. Laurel lives in Is he here? Is he at home?"

There is no wind today, and the city is foggy again. The morning sun couldn't penetrate the clouds very strongly, and the whole street looked a little gloomy.

While the drunk looked suspiciously at Shade, Shade was also looking at each other. Although the client, Mrs. Le Maire, could not provide a photo of the lawyer, the appearance of the drunk man in front of him was completely inconsistent with the appearance of the lawyer as stated by the client. He was definitely not a lawyer.

"Lauriel? Go to the pub on the street to find him."

Speaking of the drunk, he wanted to slam the door, and Shade suspected that this guy had just come out of the pub.

Thinking in my heart, I reached out and pulled the door, no matter how hard the drunkard tried, he couldn't close it. Shade has a smile on his face that he thinks is very friendly:

"Sir, I would also like to ask, when did Mr. Laurel move in? Also, what does he do?"

Because I don't want to breathe through my nose to avoid inhaling too much alcohol, my voice is a little dull at this time.

"He, he was here when I moved in three years ago. He is a lawyer, and he specializes in solving legal problems for others, helping people deal with things like inheritance and divorce! "

The drunk man muttered, and after Shade thanked him, he finally closed the door.

He looked at the door in front of him with his hands in his pockets, then turned and looked towards the lively street. The carriage passed in front of him, the boy who sold the newspaper looked at him expectantly, and the housewife who led the child walked along the wall while reprimanding him. After rejecting the boy who sold the newspaper, Shade looked towards the direction of the street tavern:
"Although I have information, I can't trust it completely. I still need to see the lawyer. If it doesn't work, I break into the house. , since he is a lawyer who has been practicing for many years, it is impossible for him to have a lot of documents."

If it was midnight, when Shade knocked on the door just now, he could use the Illusion Technique to confuse the drunk and break in quietly. It's a pity that Shade's Mystic Art is limited during the day, and the foreigners who are favored by the silver moon are the powerhouse at night. Actually, it's not that strong.

The name of the pub at the end of Queen Mary Street is "Pig's Head Tavern".

Although it's nine o'clock in the morning, there are still a lot of people in the tavern. After Shade pushed the door and walked in, he took a sip of the weird smell of alcohol mixed with the fermented taste of the food, and saw that almost half of the tables were filled with people.

Because it operates on the street instead of in a narrow alley, at least the hygiene here is not bad, and even a youngster with a hat is sitting by the wall playing the lute. The sound blended in just right into the hustle and bustle of the tavern.

Shade looked around the pub and came to the conclusion that the firefighting measures were not complete, then walked to the pub bar. He knocked on the table and raised his voice in the noisy environment while taking out his wallet:

"A glass of water, not a glass of rye beer."

The busy bartender watched He glanced:
"5p."

Shade took the 7p and put it on the bar, and the bartender gave him a surprise look.

"Who is Mr. Locke Laurel?"

the detective asked.

"Just give two pence more?"

The young bartender said in surprise, but seeing that Shade wanted to get the money back, he hurriedly swept the small coins into his hands:

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"Twopence is also money. That one over there is the tall man by the wall who was playing Rhodes with someone else."

The client described the lawyer as a brown-haired, dark-brown-eyed lawyer , a man taller than Shade with a beer belly.

Looking in the direction pointed by the bartender, I saw five or six people around the table by the wall. The man sitting at the side of the table was the only one in a group of people wearing a white shirt.

Although this is not a slum in the northern city of Tobesque, the people living in the vicinity are also generally hovering between the line of subsistence and hunger. On weekday mornings, most of the people hanging out in the pub are idlers, so they dress casually, making the lawyers in white shirts very conspicuous.

"Do you know about Mr. Laurel?"

Shade asked again instead of walking over immediately. The freckled, densely packed young bartender showed a philistine smile and twisted his fingers. Shade thought about it and pushed the glass of rye beer to him:

"Count me in for a treat."

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The bartender probably never saw anyone like this, but he put the beer on the shelf behind him and took fivepence out of the small cardboard box that was receiving the money. In his own pocket:

"He's a lawyer and comes to us every Wednesday, Friday and weekend to play Rhodes."

"He's been a lawyer since a long time? Come here? Is it expensive to gamble here?"

Shade asked again, the bartender looked at him for a while, and seeing that he didn't mean to pay, he said helplessly:

"Yes. , he has been a lawyer since he moved to this street five years ago. As for playing Lords, he is just a hobby, not even a gambler. Probably a literate person can control himself very well."

Shade put his arms on the counter and turned to look at the lawyer who was playing cards with his back to him. Judging from the current situation, the probability that Locke Laurel is a real lawyer is very large. Combined with the divination of the Prophet Association, it is basically determined that this person is fine. But Shade still has to make a final confirmation before it can be regarded as the end of the investigation.

And it just so happens that Shade is barely a Rhodes player.

Saying goodbye to the boring-looking bartender, he made his way to the group of people playing cards as he sorted out his deck. Of course, all the special cards have to be drawn and replaced with ordinary cards. This kind of tavern is not a safe place.

Then pretended to be attracted and stood with the onlookers, watching the lawyer play against a rude middle age person who was brow beaded with sweat. The latter is obviously unlucky, and every time a card is drawn, he has to curse out dirty words. At the end, he even threw his cards on the ground fiercely, no more change and cards on the table, stood up angrily and walked to the bar, it seemed that he had no money to continue playing.

"Anyone else want to play?"

The winning middle-aged lawyer looked smug, people were chattering about the highlights of the previous round, but no one seemed interested move.

Of course Shade didn't go up right away, but waited until Lawyer Laurel looked impatient before he said loudly behind the crowd:
"If you don't mind playing cards with strangers , I think I'll try."

People gave him his way to the table, and Shade put his old set of Rhodes cards on the round wooden table.

The lawyer looked at him with self-control, took a sip from the wine glass in front of him, and then made a gesture of asking him to sit down:

"5p a round. , double the bust, triple the blackjack, quadruple the king and queen draw. Only take the highest multiplier. I remind you, this is not a game for youngsters to play."

BET It's relatively small, but it will be scary if you keep losing.

PS: Add more tickets. The wrong time was set for the first time in the morning, so it was a little late.