Douglas arrived an hour earlier than the appointed time, sitting in the café box with a low-key décor but no substance, his chin in contemplation.

This is the location that Friedman has set up, and he claims to send someone to book the café's No. 2 private room and meet at half past one in the afternoon.

Faced with such a simple and straightforward way of meeting, he almost wanted to change hands and report to the church: Come on, there is a secret organization here!

The only problem is that not only does he have no evidence, but he is more suspicious than the successful businessman who can afford to live in a fancy hotel.

So Douglas simply came over early after throwing the coin and doing his insurance work, and he was now in a state of having nothing to do and nowhere to go.

"It stands to reason that I should be prepared for my own safety...... But I didn't dare to go back to the Eastern District, I couldn't get a pistol, and I didn't seem to have the courage to shoot if I did......"

"Douglas should have had a few charms on him that he bought in the underground market, but I don't know if he used it or lost it in the two days of amnesia, and he didn't have anything to defend himself in the occult......"

"Alas, I simply washed my neck and sent it to the door...... I can only coerce the 'Son of Heaven' to order the princes, if that homeless man sends the news out, the people who are chasing me should be active today...... Just use this excuse to explain why I didn't bring things ......"

"Then again, it's going so well on this side that I haven't even had time to investigate who is chasing me...... But there is always a Thomson relationship, and it is better for things to be returned to their original owners, so let them worry about it......"

He let out a long breath and leaned back, yawning into the comfortable upholstered seats. He had slept for three or four hours in someone's kitchen last night, and if he hadn't been so nervous now, Douglas would have felt like he would have fallen asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he twisted his arm and grinned a little more sober. Soon his spiritual intuition touched slightly, and Douglas heard a few footsteps approaching, and he slowly got up, and moved to the wall leading to the outside world without making a sound, ready to leave at any time.

The box door was opened, and the waiter leading the way was in front. She didn't expect a silent person poking in the corner of the room at all, and she was startled, as if she wanted to exit to see if she had gone to the wrong private room.

Douglas didn't pay much attention to her, and focused on the tall man behind him. The visitor was dressed as a gentleman in a white shirt, black vest, and dark trench coat, with brown hair and blue eyes, thin lips, and a sense of meanness and arrogance mixed with his expression.

The man changed his cane to his left hand, patted the waiter's shoulder with his right hand to signal the other party to calm down, and at the same time looked sharply at Douglas and introduced himself: "Friedman. Mill. ”

Douglas nodded and called himself home, watching as Friedman tipped the waiter and sent him away and closed the door before slowly returning to his previous seat.

Friedman sat across from him and walked up and down with unabashed eyes: "You don't seem to have brought anything with you." ”

"It's safe, but I don't have a chance to take it out." Douglas leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, expertly reciting the excuse he had come up with, "Unless you can help me out of the East End." ”

He had already thought about it, he was not good at testing each other with words, and he was afraid that he would give it in vain if he didn't understand after going around and around at length, so it was better to get straight to the point, take the initiative, and see how the other party's attitude was.

"I don't see your sincerity." Friedman maintained an unhurried tone.

"Taking the risk to meet you is my greatest sincerity."

"No, you came to me because you had no choice. It's already a hot potato, and you're in a hurry to see me, just to get rid of it as soon as possible. ”

Douglas frowned, trying to maintain a serious and gloomy expression: "You also know that there are a lot of people who covet that thing, and it is not difficult to dispose of it. ”

"Really?" Friedman's eyes narrowed and he smiled a little sarcastically, "It seems that you don't know the identities of those people......"

The man leaned forward and smiled, "A word of advice, friend, don't try to make a deal with the Aurora Society, they're all crazy. ”

He was satisfied to see Douglas frown instantly, and his eyes were irrepressibly surprised, uneasy, and other emotions. With a "good-natured" reminder, he succeeded in weakening Douglas's vigilance and hostility towards himself.

Douglas didn't realize the subtle change in his attitude, and he still complained wildly in his heart: My day, Beckland is so big, why, why is it the Aurora?

In view of the original owner's special experience, the last thing he wanted to face was the Aurora Society and the Gnostic Society.

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door of the private room and brought a pot of tea and a few snacks. Friedman softened his tone and said, "You don't have to be so nervous. After all, according to Russell the Great, we are now crossing the river in the same boat, and we should help each other. ”

As he spoke, he poured two cups of tea with his own hands, picked up one and took a few sips naturally.

But the other party did not pick up the cup as he wished, but only swept the table with his eyes, and his expression was no longer so tense.

It's common sense not to eat what strangers give you when you're out and about. Douglas thought.

And why is this Russell the Great so familiar?

Merely weakening hostility is not the same as gaining trust. Seeing this, Friedman continued to maintain a friendly attitude and follow the temptation: "Friend, let's all be honest. It's not a contradiction that I want to get back what belongs to me, and you want to get out of the trouble it causes. You just need to cooperate with me to do something. ”

Douglas gave up his threatening stance, leaned back in the upholstered chair, and mumbled, "What do I need to do with you?" ”

The brown-haired, blue-eyed man kept winning Douglas's approval through words: "We need to make a plan, and you know that the Aurora will be very powerful in Beckland, and we can't act blindly." ”

"That's right."

"The key to this is how to get Aurora to give up this item voluntarily. Otherwise, even if the thing is no longer in your hands, they will continue to arrest you and torture you for clues, you don't want to be scared in the future, you don't want to fall into the hands of those crazy people, right? ”

As if the brain had made up some kind of tragic ending, Douglas shook his head slightly and looked at Friedman: "What do you think should be done?" ”

"Here's what I think." The smile on Friedman's lips deepened, "You take me to get the things in your hands, well, I can protect you in the process." As soon as I get the things, I will go to the official church to report the actions of the Aurora Society, and you will be responsible for directing the people of the Aurora Society to a specific location so that they can enter the eyes of the official extraordinary! ”

"In this way, they will be too busy dealing with the hunt of the official extraordinary, and they will no longer have the energy to pay attention to you and me."

After hearing this, Douglas looked thoughtful and puzzled: "This ......"

Friedman raised his hand and made a soothing gesture: "You see, here's the reason. I'm a successful businessman, and obviously, it's easier for me to report to the authorities to get attention, right? ”

It was obvious, so Douglas nodded in agreement.

"And you're an extraordinary person who is good at escaping. Hehe, Thomson has told me that you are an 'apprentice', which will allow you to easily escape the hunt, like in the last two days, no one has found you. Friedman struck while the iron was hot and persuaded the other party by adding examples, "Moreover, the Aurora Society's focus is always on you, and it is easier for you to achieve your goal of luring enemies than I do." ”

"Hmmm......"

"Again, that thing can only be kept by me. That way, even if you are noticed by the official extraordinary, there will be no suspicion on you. You're just an innocent bounty hunter who was accidentally hit by the Aurora. The official extraordinaire has always attached great importance to the Aurora Club and will not pay much attention to you. In the unlikely event that you are put in the police station, I will bail you out immediately, and my identity is able to do that. ”

Every word he says makes sense and is achievable...... Douglas unconsciously felt a deep sense of agreement with Friedman's words, and quickly agreed: "Okay, let's do it." ”

Friedman, who had expected it, took out the prepared map and began to discuss with the other party where to lure the enemy.

- He gained Douglas's approval through some realistic and hard-to-refute remarks, and then used his extraordinary ability to gradually "distort" this identity, making Douglas change from "approving the facts that Friedman said" to "approving what Friedman said".

As long as his words can be consistent, not outrageous to a certain extent, and not too much conflict with the real situation, the effect of this "distortion" will continue.

Therefore, the first half of Friedman's plan, up to the time of luring the enemy, was genuine. He wanted to make sure that Douglas didn't feel out of place throughout the plan.

The only difference from the plan is that he will not attract the official Extraordinary, but will preemptively kill Douglas after he has attracted enough attention from the Aurora Society, and destroy the other party's spirit with one of the extraordinary items of the "Reaper" path that he has.

In this way, Douglas's death will be pushed to the Aurora Society, and it will be difficult for officials to get any valid information from the broken spirit, and Friedman's figure will completely disappear from this incident.

Of course, after this, he must also dispose of Thomson, lest the official extraordinaire touch his identity from this side.

But killing an ordinary person doesn't require him to spend such a tongue.

With Douglas's "cooperation", they quickly chose a suitable place to "lure the enemy" and agreed on a place and time to meet in the evening. Friedman saw Douglas leave through the wall and stayed leisurely for a while before getting up and leaving the private room, and specially found the waiter who showed him the way and brought tea, and used the "bribe" method of tipping to make her keep the secret of the conversation between the two people she saw today.

Douglas left the café, took out his cap from his bosom and put it on, lowered the brim, returned to the North End from the West End via the steam subway, and then walked to the junction of the North and East Sides, choosing a small dilapidated inn.

Before leaving, Friedman "thoughtfully" told him to find a place to rest for a while, recuperate, and not to move around at will, so as not to have an accident.

It was also in Douglass's heart: he really had to get a good night's sleep to be ready for action.

He walked into the lobby of the hotel, bent his finger and knocked on the wooden counter, waking up the guy who was dozing off behind the counter: "Open a room." ”

The young man was startled, and randomly touched a key and gave it to him: "One sult and ten pence, well, dinner service plus one shule ......"

Douglas felt for the money in his pocket. He left most of the money to Veretti, and today he spent another part on the carriage and subway, and now there are only three one sul, one five sul, and one ten, crumpled on top of each other.

He unfolded them, smelled the clear scent of ink, and saw the stern and old-fashioned George III with a moustache on the banknote......

Then Douglas noticed that beneath the noble face of the previous king was a line of unusually clear handwriting retraced in red ink.

The line reads: "Either you have the entrusted items, or you can report it to the top in person, and you can protect yourself!" If Friedman wants both, he's kidding you! ”

His eyes widened sharply.

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I don't write words anymore, I can't make it up at all. Or your brother Yao's ability is easy to use.

Shang Jianyao (Reasoning Clown): You see, you and I have extraordinary abilities; We all knew Thomson and had a good relationship with him; Now there is a common enemy......

Douglas (suddenly): I see, man, let's go and set off the Aurora today!

Friedman:?