Chapter 157 The Item of Dreams

"No, we didn't..." Before Klein could finish his retort, Benson interrupted with a smile: "Although Elizabeth is indeed a little younger, and her family situation is much better than ours, but I think you are quite suitable, but you may have to wait a few years, she is studying in public school, her goal is to be admitted to university, and it will be at least six or seven years before she gets married, of course, you can get engaged first."

...Don't think so long-term, okay...Klein took a breath and said:

"I don't like Elizabeth. Well, to be precise, I don't like girls who are much younger than me. I like girls who are a little more mature."

Actually, within a reasonable range, I can accept it, but not now... He added helplessly in his heart.

"Like someone who is more mature?" Melissa frowned slightly, "Then you must solve the marriage problem as soon as possible."

ah? Klein really couldn't understand his younger sister's jumping thoughts, so he asked blankly:

"why?"

Melissa explained very seriously: "When you have saved enough money for your future marriage, you will be about twenty-five or six years old. Girls who are more mature than you will be married or engaged early at that age. , do you want to court a widow?"

What is it all about... Klein replied in Chinese with a dull face.

Benson refuted his younger sister with a smile:

"Melissa, you don't understand. In today's middle class, it is not uncommon for women who are not married or engaged at the age of thirty. They are mainly believers of the goddess, and most of them have the ability to make a good life for themselves. They would rather Single, and don't want to settle for an unsatisfactory marriage, well, I saw it in Family magazine."

"Really?" Melissa was only a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and she didn't know much about similar things.

Seeing that his brother and sister became more and more interested in chatting, Klein coughed and said:

"When I say mature, I mean the state of mind. It doesn't have to be older than me. Moreover, it is Benson who should be more worried about marriage issues."

I'm sorry, brother, I have no other choice... He silently apologized in his heart.

"..." Melissa froze for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Originally, he wanted to talk about the marriage problem of the middle class in detail, but Benson suddenly shivered, looked at his sister who was staring at him, and said:

"I am at a turning point in my life, and I must put all my energy into my studies. Only when I have a satisfactory job and some savings can I have the confidence to pursue the lady I like and give her a good enough life."

Klein and Melissa were startled for a moment, then blurted out at the same time:

"Where is the lady you like?"

Benson, who was just perfunctory, was startled and shook his head hastily:

"No!"

"I'm just giving an example!"

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Backlund, Hillston District, inside a slightly gloomy house.

In front of the unlit fireplace, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray temples was holding a dark pipe,

Sitting on the rocking chair, he looked at the visitors in the sofa area with deep eyes.

He is the owner here, Essinger Stanton, a very well-known private detective in the small circle, but he didn't open an office, he just hired an assistant to help.

Essinger, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, brought the pipe to his mouth, took a puff intoxicated, and then slowly exhaled:

"The consultation fee for half an hour is 1 pound. If I were you, I would definitely not waste a second of time."

The two ladies in the sofa area are Fors Wall and Hugh Dilcha. They have collected the information of "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus, and they plan to ask a great detective who is good at deduction to help summarize the behavior of the target. law.

Of course, they withdrew Qilingus' name and changed the description of the supernatural content.

Seeing Essinger with a thin face, sharp edges and dark blue eyes, Hugh Dilcha handed the document bag in his hand to the other's assistant, a young brunette with gold-rimmed glasses and a capable temperament.

"Mr. Detective, I hope you can find out the pattern of the target's behavior in Backlund from the information."

Although he was not tall, when Hugh Dilcha sat upright and spoke in a deep voice, the majesty still made people want to obey involuntarily.

Essinger took a deep look at her, took the file bag from the assistant, unwound it, and pulled out the information inside.

He put down his pipe and concentrated on reading, one by one, without missing anything.

Ten minutes later, the gray-haired gentleman slowly tapped on the handrail and said:

"The target has a paranoid love for the wind... Then, in the 'dust capital' Backlund, he will definitely not choose a heavily polluted area to live for a long time, that is to say, he may live in Queens, West End, Hills Dayton, or Jorwood, or the suburbs of the North End..."

"The target is a serial killer with a mental illness. Every other day, he will murder a living person... The reasonable approach is to target those homeless vagabonds. In Backlund, even the police don't know what's going on. How many bums..."

"The area where the target lives is neither too close nor too far from the East District where there are many homeless people, Backlund Bridge and other places... Frequently looking for victims around is a sign of immaturity, which does not match your description... ...And if it takes a long time to find the target of the murder, the target may not be able to control his own desires, and commit the crime in a situation where it is easy to be exposed..."

"The target is a senior sailor with outstanding water mobility... A reasonable inference is that his place of residence will not be too far from the river. In the event of an accident, it will be the best choice for him to escape safely..."

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"In summary, we can outline the scope of the target's activities. He lives not far from the Backlund Bridge area. Consider the West District and the banks of the Tussock River in the Jorwood District..."

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"The information you gave can only be deduced from these contents."

Although I didn't understand it very clearly, it seemed to make sense... Xio and Forsi glanced at each other, nodded solemnly, took back the information, and stood up to leave.

Looking at the backs of his assistants sending the two ladies out, the gray-haired Isinger took out a brass ornament from his vest pocket. It was a pocket-sized book that was spread out. s eyes.

Essinger shook the rocking chair slightly, rubbed the jewelry, and whispered to himself:

"Has Qilingus sneaked into Backlund?"

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Pritz Harbor, in a certain basement.

"The Hanged Man" Argel sat on a chair, coldly looking at the wriggling and struggling man in front of him.

This man was dressed as a sailor, his head was completely covered by a light blue water film, and his face was suffocated purple.

His hands kept grabbing and pulling at his face, but he could only shake out drops of liquid.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and gave a signal to surrender.

The corner of Alger's mouth curled up, and he clapped his hands casually.

The light blue water film immediately disintegrated, turned into raindrops, and fell to the ground.

The man dressed as a sailor gasped for air until he coughed violently, until his heart tore and his lungs were shattered.

When the other party calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly, imitating the calm and indifferent tone of the fool:

"Tell me, Qilingus' purpose of going to Backlund."

"He, he is here to complete a commission, but I don't know exactly what it is." The pirate completely lost the will to resist, and replied honestly and frankly, "I only know the benefits he may get, Zilinger Si once proudly mentioned in front of us that if things go well this time, he will get an item he has dreamed of for a long time, and the 'four kings' in the pirates will also become the 'five kings'."

Items that have been dreamed of for a long time? Alger frowned, lost in thought.

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On Monday morning, Klein still couldn't rest, and continued to check houses with red chimneys in Tingen City as planned.

Unfortunately, this time, he still failed to find the target.

He came home around noon, reheated last night's leftovers, ate a loaf of oatmeal bread, and slept for an hour.

At 2:40, Klein put down the book in his hand, sealed the bedroom spiritually, and entered the mysterious space above the gray mist again.

He casually sat at the head of the long bronze table, not caring about the frequency of the "sun" heartbeat, stretched out his right hand, and responded in advance.

In the City of Silver.

Derrick Berg was sweating on the training ground, and suddenly his eyes were in a trance. He saw heavy gray fog, and saw "The Fool" sitting on a high-back chair deep in the gray fog.

He was startled for a moment, then immediately stopped moving and lowered his head.

When the "illusion" disappeared, he silently counted his heartbeats, and walked quickly to the rest area holding a silver-white straight sword.

After a thousand heartbeats, he had already locked himself in a separate bathroom.

After waiting for more than a dozen breaths, he saw crimson light coming from the void, drowning himself in one fell swoop.

Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back against the back of the chair, tapped his left teeth twice, and quietly activated his spirit vision.

He saw the depths of the etheric body of the "sun", the mottled colors became pure, like the morning light, so he smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Mister Songwriter."

At the same time, he also noticed that the bright stars behind the other party's high-back chair were moving rapidly and reorganized into a symbol symbolizing the sun.

No need for my thoughts, it changed naturally, like a conditioned reflex... Well, apart from the palace, the long table and the chairs, other things that manifested cannot be preserved after I leave here... They are very special ... There are so many secrets above this gray mist... Klein looked at everything in front of him thoughtfully.

Derrick lowered his head again, and replied restrainedly and humbly:

"It all started with your help, and this is just the beginning."

He wasn't surprised that the Fool could see that he had taken the potion.

At this moment, Klein took out his silver pocket watch, pushed it open, took a look, and said with a chuckle:

"Then let's start the party. Remember, it will be about this frequency in the future, um, or the interval."

While speaking, he established contact with the crimson stars that symbolize "justice" and "The Hanged Man", pulling the two members back into the magnificent palace like a giant's residence.

As soon as Audrey saw the scene in front of her clearly, she immediately greeted her in a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool, I still have a page of Emperor Roselle's diary."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, have you got the 'Mind Reader' formula?"

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