The dripping rain hung densely between the heavens and the earth, and through the unclean glass windows of the public carriage, Crane could only see the silhouette of the distorted lake of shops and houses along the road.

His attention was not on the scenery outside the car, he was thinking about how he could ask Detective Issinger to help him sell his shares in the bicycle company when he met Detective Isenger for a while.

Issinger Stanton, the head of the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom sent to Beckland, must have known what Sherlock was involved in. It is unknown if he still considers Sherlock a friend, or if he is under some military surveillance because of his personal relationship with Sherlock.

As he was in his trance, Crane's ears suddenly sounded with an illusory cascading voice of supplication. Crane carefully distinguished, and felt that it was a female voice, and his tone was very anxious.

With such urgency, who is in danger?

But I was in a public carriage, and it wasn't a place where I could walk four steps backwards to the top of the gray fog. If I had done this, the people in the car would have thought they were mentally ill.

Crane reached into his pocket and reached for an iron cigarette case, and he expertly lifted the spiritual wall above it, revealing a brand new gold coin with a smooth and shiny surface.

The horse pulling the cart suddenly neighed, stopped running, and behaved restlessly.

The coachman cursed, raised his whip and slammed it on the horse's buttocks, making a crisp "pop".

Crane couldn't help but hiss, as if he felt the same way.

The horses became more agitated, and even went berserk, and the coachman hurriedly jumped out of the carriage to appease the horses, but it seemed to have little effect.

The conductor had no choice but to kick all the passengers out of the carriage and reassure those who agreed to wait for the next bus while refunding those who didn't want to wait.

Without waiting for a refund, Crane immediately walked into a roadside café, ordered a quick cup of coffee, and politely asked the messenger to show him the way to the bathroom.

Above the gray mist, Crane saw the crimson star that was shrinking and expanding, corresponding to Miss Justice.

Crane spreads spirituality and sees the picture of Mohu Lake.

Miss Justice was in an environment that was extremely inconsistent with her identity, her body was dark and cramped, and she was sitting in the corner with her hands tied behind her back. She lowered her head and repeated Mr. Fool's name quickly in a very low voice.

Crane immediately touched the Crimson Star, pulling Miss Justice above the gray mist, who was clearly calling for help.

A majestic palace suddenly appeared in front of her, and Audrey found herself sitting on a familiar high-backed chair, looking at the mottled bronze table, the figure of the head of the Mohu, Audrey almost couldn't help crying, the panic in her heart disappeared at once, and she was full of a solid sense of security.

"What happened?" The voice was as gentle and majestic as ever.

Audrey quickly recounted what had happened to her.

Today, the Foundation for the Collection and Conservation of Antiquities, which received a donation from her, received a batch of new antiquities, and Associate Professor Michelle invited her to visit them.

In the afternoon, she took Susie, her valet Anne, and her bodyguards to visit, and although she didn't find any antiquities of any extraordinary element, Audrey was still in a good mood.

It was raining in the evening, and when the Earl Hall's luxury carriage was driving on a street corner, it suddenly slipped and almost overturned, and the valet got out of the car to check on the situation.

At this moment, a strange man suddenly appeared in the carriage, he was wearing a black robe with a hood, hiding his face and figure in the shadows, he held an illusory book in his right hand, the book flipped rapidly, accompanied by the ethereal murmur of "I came, I saw, I recorded", Audrey did not have time to use her extraordinary ability, only felt the invisible fluctuations disperse, and there was darkness all around, peace and silence engulfed her.

She vaguely felt that she was being grabbed by this man, stepped into an illusory door, and came to her senses again, already in a strange house.

After all, it was the Extraordinary of Sequence 7, and Audrey came to her senses much earlier than the enemy expected, but she did not dare to rashly use her extraordinary ability to escape, because she clearly felt that the enemy's Sequence was higher than herself, and it might even be Sequence 5

, and his extraordinary way is not only not good at fighting head-on, but even good at escaping.

She heard the man say, "The man has been caught, and if I need to send it over, the reward will be doubled." This young lady is indeed a stunning beauty, and if she can withstand the power of potions, maybe you can really win."

Audrey didn't hear a reply, and she guessed that the man might have used an extraordinary object that could communicate over long distances.

Then she heard the man order his men, not the servants, to tie him up and put him in a dark room to keep him tightly guarded.

When she finally seized the gap where no one was watching her, she immediately prayed to Mr. Fool for help.

Crane's mind spun through as he thought about how he could help Miss Justice get out of trouble.

From Miss Justice's account, it is known that her captor is at least a Sequence 5 traveler, and even if she lends her death knell and wriggling hunger to Miss Justice, there is no guarantee that she will be able to sneak up on her.

If they help her inform Earl Hall or the Police Department, it will definitely take them a long time to find Miss Justice's location. He had just observed the position of Miss Justice through the true vision of the prayer light, and he could only tell that it was probably a suburb, and he was not even sure if it was still in Beckland, and that the traveler who could teleport could negotiate a payment for delivery at any time.

You can also find the traveler by praying to the point of light, and send lightning out of thin air, even if you can't kill him, you can reveal his location and attract the attention of the official forces. But again, if the first blow doesn't seriously injure or kill the Traveler, he can always lead someone to escape and find enough help. This will also expose Miss Justice's peculiarities and put her in an even more dangerous situation.

In a flash of thought, Crane had an idea, he tapped lightly on the table, smiled and said, "Go back, you can ask my curler in person for the payment he needs."

Back to reality, he quickly took out the magic lamp he had brought with him.

At Crane's insistence, the lamp itself was given a space-distorting effect, and Crane was free to carry it in his pocket without caring about the size of the two.

The lamp god was quickly annoyed by the chanting voice, and found Crane sitting on the toilet, looking at him eagerly.

The lamp god let out a disgusted "hiss" and said, "If you have something to say, let it go."

He looked around at the shabby, cramped room, "tsk" twice, and continued, "I'm not interested in seeing you undressed here."

Crane had been organizing the language just now, thinking about how to convince the lamp god to save people, this was the quickest, most effective, and most carefree solution he could think of.

"I...... There is a friend who is now in danger and is in danger of irreparable damage at any time, I want to ...... Please go and save her."

"Gelman Sparrow has no friends."

The lamp god raised his eyebrows, and replied in a playfully long voice.

Crane was embarrassed and barely able to maintain a slightly flattering smile, and then he said, "Crane Moretti has friends."

The god of lights immediately laughed out loud.

Then he asked, "How do you want me to save her?"

Crane hurriedly recounts Miss Justice's predicament and his own analysis succinctly, but he conceals his pretense about the "Scroller" above the gray mist.

"You made her recite my honorable name."