After a few casual conversations, the three Brian finished the bakery's accounts and prepared to rest.

Knorr and Bertha had dinner before closing, so they just had to clean up when they got home.

After washing, the three turned off the lights and went back to their bedrooms to rest.

Brian sat on a wooden bed in an off-white shirt and took out his old pocket watch and looked at it.

It's 9:12 p.m.

It wasn't early or late, but Noel and Bertha had a busy day and lacked energy, so they quickly went back to sleep.

Putting away his pocket watch, Brian's gaze inadvertently swept to the pile of clutter in the corner of the room.

On the surface of the pile of debris is a small oil lamp of pure gold.

Now he is very different from what he used to be, and he no longer knows anything about the occult, but has a good understanding.

If the occult were to be distinguished from academic qualifications, he would at least be a high-achieving junior high school student and would soon be in high school.

This may seem low, but in the eerie occult, it's definitely good.

Where did this magic lamp Borg come from?

Judging from the ability alone, the person of the magic lamp is at least a terrifying demigod, or even a higher being.

How could such a magical item end up in Borg's hands?

There are also Sherlock and Alan Bell from the Starry Sky Tavern, and although the two have no obvious animosity, they are clearly here for the magic lamp, or something deeper and more important.

But the biggest question is here, Sherlock's strength is terrifying, why should he talk to me in a more direct way?

What exactly is the purpose of this?

Thinking of these unanswered questions, Brian only felt that his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure anything out.

He shook his head, flipped his wrist, and a brand new deck of playing cards appeared in his hand.

Brian is ready to play his cards to sober himself up......

The playing cards flip back and forth between the hands, move and leap, like a troupe that has undergone countless performances, and the movements are extremely smooth and without a single flaw.

Time passed, and several key questions kept wandering in Brian's mind, but he couldn't get answers.

You have to get stronger as soon as possible......

At the end, the playing cards were stacked again, and Brian sensed the crisis, secretly clenched his fists, and the goal in his heart became more and more clear......

The sky outside the window had long since lost its brilliance, and only the unique crimson moon and countless bright stars were blooming with their own light.

Brian opened his pocket watch again and looked at it, and it was 10:45.

"Brother and Miss Bertha should have slept."

As he spoke, he got up from the edge of the wooden bed, with a black top hat on top of his head and a black trench coat on his body.

These are the two pieces of clothing that Brian hung on the coat rack when he came home.

Straightening his clothes, Brian leaped straight through the bedroom window and landed lightly on the soft floor.

Looking around and without pedestrians, Brian lowered the brim of his hat and walked briskly down the silent street.

About 20 minutes later, the Catherine Show arrived.

At this time, Lady Catherine, and the Inspector General, Josephine, were sitting bored in the hall of the performance troupe.

Seeing this scene, Brian immediately felt a little embarrassed.

Are you just sitting and waiting for me?

Yes, Mr. Josephine may not be too afraid to make small talk with Lady Catherine.

This is not to say how fierce Lady Catherine is, but just Josephine's unilateral awe of her superiors and extraordinary powers.

"Hasn't Arnold come back yet?"

After looking around, Brian didn't see the slender figure in his impression, so he asked directly.

When Lady Catherine saw Brian coming, she immediately got up and nodded: "Not yet, it's not early, so let's not wait for him, let's go!" ”

Seeing the lady next to her get up, Josephine also quickly got up and stood silently aside, not looking like a hall director, but like a newcomer who had just become an inspector, very cautious.

Looking at the lady who walked out of the street and closed the door of the performance troupe, Brian asked uneasily, "Could it be that something happened?" ”

"Don't worry, it won't."

Lady Catherine's tone was very firm, and there was a special power that was convincing.

After hearing this, Brian's mood calmed down a lot, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Ignoring the fact that there were two other people in the troupe, Ms. Catherine locked the door from the outside and looked at the humble Inspector.

"Lead the way!"

"Yes!" Josephine nodded firmly, pointing to the side of the street.

"Let's go this way, I'm going to have a carriage around the corner, let's just take the carriage over."

Ms. Catherine put her hands in her pockets, and walked forward with a languid look, leaving a sentence in place.

"Don't be so nervous."

When Josephine heard this, she didn't know if it was a psychological effect or what, her nervous mood improved, and after a long sigh of relief, she walked in front of the two.

Coming to the corner and getting into the carriage, the inspector disguised as a coachman waved his whip lightly, and the two majestic gray horses raised their hooves one after another, dragging everyone to the end of the street......

Inside the carriage, Josephine felt that the time was almost up, and suddenly spoke: "Let me tell you more about the internal situation of the 'Golden Wind', that is, the 'gangster' organization. ”

"After the mass disappearance of high-level personnel, it was divided into two factions, which I will call radicals and conservatives for the time being."

"The former is led by a man named Jefferson Siera, who wants to take the opportunity to quickly rectify the internal situation and take the position of boss himself."

"The latter wants to maintain the status quo ante and wait for the missing people to return before making plans, and the specific personnel situation has not yet been clarified."

Josephine paused, took a breath and continued, "But our undercover agents have investigated a lot of Jefferson Siera's information. ”

"It is said that this person used to be a 'little gangster', and it is not clear how he did it to his current position, but he is a ruthless character."

"It is said that Jefferson kills without blinking, has dozens of younger brothers, runs a casino, a tavern, and a loan shark business."

Brian's brow furrowed when he heard this, and when he saw that Josephine seemed to have finished speaking, he asked suspiciously:

"Isn't it a group of 'little thugs', how can I listen to you, they are more like a group of black-hearted merchants, and they even have casinos and taverns?"

Josephine suddenly laughed: "Mr. Brian, you don't know, people like them may have been 'gangsters' in the past, but after there is more 'black money', they usually do business to launder themselves, or open casinos and other places, continue to scrape the money of civilians, and secretly raise 'gangsters' to do some things that are not very good-looking......"

Brian was dumbfounded, and even though some of the joints didn't understand, he was still shocked......