The charming woman who had been in charge of guiding Fuhrman and Ademisore approached with a smile on her face, holding a silver disc with a brass-colored key on it.

"This is the key to Warehouse 61."

She held the disc in front of the two of them and smiled teasingly, "You can choose to go to the warehouse now, or you can choose to stay and continue to participate in the auction." ”

She licked her lips and said, "I suggest the latter, there are other interesting projects after the auction." ”

"It's tempting, but next time."

Fuhrman chuckled and stretched out his hand to the woman's plump buttocks.

"Well, next time, how do you want to pay?"

The woman kept smiling, quietly dodging Fuhrman's groping.

"Checks? I don't know if you accept it. Ademisore suggested.

"Sorry, we only accept cash and collateral of equal value."

Fuhrman nodded, took out his wallet from his bosom, counted ten five-pound bills and placed them on the tray, and picked up the keys and put them in his pocket.

Is Fuhrman so rich......

With so much cash with you, is it really good to be exposed in such a place?

He reacted immediately.

Belch... Blindly worried, if someone really has a crooked mind and targets the wallet of a penalty agent, it can only mean that this person is too unlucky.

Glancing at Fuhrman's still bulging purse, the smile on the woman's face became even more charming.

"Thank you for your patronage, next time you must come to me, satisfaction guaranteed."

Fuhrman nodded and pushed the woman over, and led Ademisore out of the noisy underground warehouse quickly.

The two walked silently on the deserted street, turned a street corner, and came to the auction of warehouse 61.

It was a bungalow building with rusty iron doors and new locks.

"If the £50 can't be reimbursed, I'm willing to pay for it."

Ademisor, who was standing at the door of the warehouse, suddenly broke the silence.

Furman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled:

"Are you worried about this? It doesn't matter, there is always a way, and if you really can't be reimbursed, it's fine. ”

He had a confident smile on his face and showed his white teeth: "I am rich, very rich." ”

Comfort is not the opposite of being shown?

Ademisol took a deep breath to calm himself and changed the subject: "Look what's inside?" ”

Fuhrman nodded slightly, used the key he had won from the auction to unlock the door, and gave it a gentle push.

The rusty iron door creaked, making it a little creaking in the silence of the night.

Unfazed, Furman stepped in without fear, and Ademisor hurriedly followed.

An old smell came to my face, a common smell in warehouses that were closed all year round and did not see the light of day.

Ademisol pulled out a penny of change and slipped it into the gas meter on the wall, opened the pipe valve, and gently twisted the switch.

The gas lamps at the top lit up, illuminating the gloomy warehouse.

It's chaos.

All sorts of things were stacked haphazardly wherever they could.

"I'd suggest move quickly, so maybe we can get back to the North End by midnight." Fuhrman smiled wryly and suggested.

Ademisor took off his coat and top hat, placed it on an old chair that looked fairly clean, gently rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and smiled:

"You're left, I'm right."

……

The blood-red moonlight flickered as the clouds fluttered.

As the night wore on, Furman and Ademisore had finally completed their search in the warehouse.

"What did you find?" Ademisor asked.

Fuhrman shook his head, "There's no obvious clue, but..."

"These things don't look like a person, the style of things is too varied, and even the gender is different."

Admisol spoke the second half of Furman's sentence as he glanced at the basket of ladies he had just discovered.

"yes, that's how it feels."

Fuhrman agreed with Ademisole's statement, and then gave his own guess:

"So it seems likely that this warehouse is Max Wheeler's, isn't he a 'thief'? These are most likely stolen goods. ”

Ademisore narrowed his eyes and said as he straightened the sleeves of his shirt:

"There is some truth, and the fact that there are no personal items found in it that can prove the owner of the warehouse is enough to show that the function of this warehouse is not storage."

Fuhrman was suddenly a little deflated, shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"So we rummaged through the stolen goods all night, and in the end it only proved that one 'thief' was indeed stealing?"

Ademisor frowned when he heard this, closed his eyes and summoned his inspiration to take a closer look.

There are no anomalies.

He groaned and asked tentatively:

"Maybe we've missed something and don't want to go through it again?"

Fuhrman hurriedly waved his hand:

"There's a storm, and I don't want to do it again."

As he spoke, he threw another penny into the gas meter, brightening the dim light again.

"Don't worry too much about it, this kind of clue is often broken, now what we need to do is to go back and take a hot shower and sleep beautifully."

Then Furman paced to an old table, opened the top drawer, took out a small tin box from it, and smiled:

"Besides, we don't have nothing to gain, at least we don't have to worry about the 50 pounds."

As he spoke, he opened the box, revealing a few gold coins.

Ademisor's eyes froze, and he asked urgently, "Where did you find it!" ”

Furman was stunned by his reaction, and pointed to the open drawer, "It's in the drawer of the desk." ”

Ademisore stepped forward quickly and took the small tin box from Furman.

Lying quietly in the box were four gold coins, with the same pattern engraved on them, which was also the reason for Ademisor's surprise.

It is a symbol of fate and concealment, representing the hermit of fate.

A secret organization made up of descendants of the Jacob family and the descendants of the Zoroasrid family, as well as other "thieves" who have extraordinary means.

These coins may be the currency used by the Hermit of Destiny to meet and trade.

Max Wheeler is a member of the Society of Hermits of Destiny?

Ademisor's mind quickly flashed one thought after another, and finally fixed on the two people:

The grandfather of the "Fraudster" Lanerus and Leonard, Parles Zoroaster.

These are the two members of the Society of Hermits of Destiny that he knows are currently active in the city of Tingen.

The latter is negligible, and he probably won't have anything to do with a sequence like Max9, let alone a runaway case.

As for the former, he probably knows Max, but it should also have nothing to do with the runaway case.

After all, Laneus does not possess the ability to pollute others at will.

Crucially, Ademisor couldn't think of a reason for Lanrius to commit a runaway case.

This is not logical.

It's good to cheat money in a low-key manner, and prepare for the descent ceremony of the evil god in a low-key manner, so why do such a thing that will definitely attract the attention of the official extraordinary.