Chapter 5: No Money? I don't have the money to talk about any feelings!

Although he is very young, Yoko Fernandez's talent is very famous, he inherited the family's magic mark at the age of sixteen, and he also has a considerable degree of attainment in séance, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius.

If it weren't for the fact that the case was too weird, the souls of the three deceased magicians were wiped out, and Deacon's souls were missing, she would definitely be able to easily find out the true cause of this case, instead of the current dilemma that even her brother's body was taken and hidden by the Justice and Political Division.

In fact, this homicide case involved a dead man, and although the Justice and Political Science Division hastily closed the case, it would definitely continue to pursue it in private, allowing the mystery to pass and shouldering the social responsibility of trouble, without gaining any benefit, which is by no means the style of the Law and Political Science Division.

She was sure that these magic hyenas would continue to investigate the incident.

Therefore, Yoko is also reluctant for Julius to go toe-to-toe with the Hosei Division, even if she doesn't like the style of the Hosei Section, and she doesn't expect these guys to become companions, but internal friction still has to be avoided.

In addition, the two major organizations of the Templar Church and the Magic Association can be said to be distinct from the standpoint.

Therefore, it is not appropriate for Julius to investigate matters directly related to the Magic Association.

"I'll investigate Gold, and you can help me identify a place." Yoko tossed Julius a key: "Druid Street, 986, Deacon will stay there sometimes, maybe leave some clues before he dies." ”

Julius nodded calmly and disappeared into the scene that had been cordoned off by the police, he didn't care who was going to investigate, all he cared about was the outcome of the investigation.

In this regard, it is the same whether Yoko goes or he goes by himself.

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After Davey's almost provocative warning, Gold felt that he had lost three points of weight, and for no other reason than to be scared.

"Damn Schneider, did he want me to carry this black cauldron, and his conscience was eaten by the cow? No, the cow can ruminate, he simply has no conscience! Gold, who gritted his teeth, grabbed a white handkerchief angrily, his chubby face was covered with sweat, and his little belly trembled.

He knew that the Templar Church would intervene in this matter, so he pushed all the things to Corey, how could he go to the garbage collection privately and earn some pocket money to get racing car parts, that cost is actually not enough to modify the fraction, who is so boring!

No, I've got to get that guy John back, I can't hold something so hot.

At this point, Gold lost the mood to continue working in the Law and Political Section, and left the clock tower and headed towards the location agreed with John, saying that he had to throw all the waste and rifles back to the Treasury of the Law and Political Section within today's time.

It's just that Gold, who looked nervous, didn't notice that not far behind him, there was a gray-topped orange robin, quietly watching his every move.

In the Department of Law and Politics, Dawei was holding the coffee cup leisurely, and in the steaming cup, Gold's slightly hasty figure was presented, and he couldn't help laughing: "It's really diligent, and it will move after a little scare, and in a sense, it can be regarded as a quality that is quite rare in the clock tower." ”

So, let me see what's behind it.

Davey sniffed the aroma of coffee and gave a chilling smile.

Releasing that rifle was originally his acquiescence, after all, what was deliberately left behind by the killer did not have the value of following step by step.

The Department of Justice and Political Science is not curious about who did it or why it was done.

As long as there are enough benefits and sanction the existence of the Dead Apostles, it will be enough for Davey to explain, so he has to introduce some external variables to activate the fixed situation.

There is no doubt that the person who can take the rifle must have something to do with magic.

It's just that......

This time the situation is special.

Sitting in a small shop with only himself, Chen Qi closed his eyes to calm the ripples caused by the magic power, sorted out his memories for a moment, and frowned: "What a strange way to kill, within three breaths after the black fog, the blood was drained." ”

If he could, Chen Qi didn't want to get involved in this kind of trouble, but he also had his own needs.

It can be said that -

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

If you want to open a business, you must first find a good buyer.

As far as the case is concerned, there is no doubt that the person who is related to the victim is the best buyer, but Chen Qi does not have the corresponding contact information in his hand.

And even if he wanted to get in touch, he had to check it first, and reckless action would only waste this precious opportunity.

After all, a magician will never think he has too many chips.

Taking out a small notebook from his pocket, Chen Qi read the name he wrote on the catalog, as well as the approximate time, as a time-traveler who did not have a good memory, he was very envious of those big guys who never forgot it, but Chen Qi really didn't have that ability.

In view of the principle that a good memory is better than a bad pen, he picked a few and wrote them down.

The book is full of information that can only be viewed by himself, and it is not enough to say that it is top secret, but there will definitely be trouble if it is leaked, so he deliberately uses Chinese cursive to prevent the possibility of being discovered by dogs.

[Templar Church, Magic Society, Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, Five Great Magics,]

[Magic makes the night (I really want to go and see it), Holy Grail War (the strength is about the same, just go and take a kick), Tsukihime (maybe I'm already dead?) ), Skyclave (if you don't die, you must go and see it), the Second Event Book (I also want to accept intimate and beautiful disciples), the crown designation (which world am I in?). )】

[198X (How many are there?) ), Aozaki Orange (Fierce Girl from the Sky), Clock Tower (must enroll), Doll (make money, see if you can learn it), Luen (very convenient, the study list is set, save money to buy patents). 】

【………………】

The shadow of the palm covered the text behind him, Chen Qi depressedly pointed to the book with his pen, the familiar characters have not been born yet, or they are very annoying if they are born and have not grown up, and there is only one Aozaki orange closest to him.

If he doesn't work harder, he probably won't be able to catch up with the corresponding time node, and why is it so difficult to go to school after all.

Fortunately, Chen Qi had already read the necessary information.

It was before the murder occurred, the three magicians met with Deacon at his home to discuss the magic tricks, why the three Chen Qi did not know, but he collected some information from the conversation of these people, and witnessed the specific process of death.

Because it was a picture, Chen Qi couldn't hear the sound, and he didn't learn lip language, so he could only rely on limited means to obtain relevant information, such as memorizing the points marked on the map of the city of London that Deacon took out.

- Druid Street.

In addition, Chen Qi also saw Deacon Fernandez's hand, holding something that he was very familiar with.

A strange fragment of non-gold and iron.

In the picture, although the three magicians tried to calm their expressions when they saw the fragments, the shock and greed in them did not escape Chen Qi's capture, they seemed to be muttering something, and quickly reached an agreement with Deacon.

Of course, because he didn't know lip language, Chen Qi couldn't hear what they said, but ......

"It's barely enough." Rubbing his sleeves, Chen Qi put the Garand rifle back into the guitar case and memorized it, deciding to visit Druid Street first.

Only the streets, although too extensive, eventually have clues, and all that remains is to collect and inquire to further confirm the exact location of the target location on Deacon's map for later planning.

Bringing his only remaining food money and looking at the empty drawer, Chen Qi understood that if he couldn't make any more money in the past few days, he would have to go to drink wind and eat soil to live, as a magician, if he got mixed up to this point, it would be too miserable.

No, you have to work hard.

"Meow?" The folded cat lying at the door heard the sound, turned his head smartly, looked at Chen Qi with cute eyes, and launched a cute attack, trying to increase the friendship between each other.

"Meow is useless! You must know that I only have money left in my pocket for the car, so don't go too far with mere cats. ”

With a sneer, Chen Qi mercilessly closed the door and locked it, not giving the folded cat any chance to sneak in, and then strode away in a dashing manner.

He sympathizes with the cat, who sympathizes with him?

Guys who have such thoughts of pity are so naïve, too naïve!

Ask yourself, how could he Chen Qi be such a pure person?