Chapter 92: Coincidence
Gelman. Jack sparrow?
It's Gelman again. Jack sparrow!
Douglas was a little surprised, and then instinctively began to think about how to hide his true purpose in asking the question.
Later, he realized that he was talking to an "audience", and if nothing else, the mental activity just now was captured by the other party.
"'Audience' is really troublesome......" he sighed unabashedly, and then wondered, "how did you know Gelman in your identity?" He's a dangerous guy. β
Gelman was an adventurer who had been on an official wanted warrant - he vaguely remembered that the bounty against Gelman once reached tens of thousands of gold pounds!
Although the wanted warrant seems to have been withdrawn now, it is enough to show that this person is quite dangerous in the eyes of the authorities.
Take Audrey. Hall's family fortune, even if he went on a trip to the sea, would inevitably be able to charter an entire ship, and be able to hire a legitimate extraordinary protector, and it was theoretically difficult to meet Gelman.
"Sounds like you're familiar with him?"
The other party asked with a smile.
"I have a friend who worked as a pirate hunter in the Misty Seas and dealt with Gelman." Douglas said in a declarative tone.
His real friend's name is Anderson. Hood.
After that, Douglas didn't wait for the other party's response, and took the initiative to throw out the question: "Gelman. Does Sparrow have any other identity, other names? β
"Yes." The other simply spit out a word without further explanation.
Douglas was not surprised, and said calmly: "You should be able to see that I have no ill will towards Gelman, I just want to confirm something with him face to face." β
While he was talking, on the single sofa directly opposite, the blonde Audrey. Hall was leaning slightly to the side, with one hand on his cheek, looking at Douglas earnestly.
On the other side, Susie, who was communicating in her place, opened her mouth, shook the air, and made a sweet voice: "As a friend of Mr. Gelman, I will not leak his information at will, unless you have enough reasons to convince me. β
Reason? The reason is that his name is too conspicuous, and he is too arrogant, and it is too easy for me to associate with things on earth...... No one can convince anyone of this reason! Douglas was very self-aware, and did not try to make up a story to fool the other party, but retreated: "What if you just wrote a note and asked you to convey it to him?" β
At Audrey's behest, the golden retriever wagged his tail and responded, "I need you to help me get something done." β
"What's the matter?"
"Look for people who claim they don't belong in this world, who claim they can read Russell's text."
At this moment, Audrey undoubtedly saw Douglas's slightly dilated pupils, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly and pressing down; Seeing that the opponent's body suddenly tensed and leaned forward, he showed obvious aggression; Seeing that he subconsciously moved his hand to the gun pouch hidden at his waist, he forcibly stopped his movements.
In the illusory subconscious sea, Audrey's figure floated high in the sky, her expression calm and indifferent, her pupils gradually narrowing and sharpening.
Under the quiet weaving of a "dream weaver", around the island of Douglas's mind, the waves gradually swelled and churned, as if a storm was brewing.
Waves several meters high crashed against the island of the mind, splashing layers of white foam, which were clustered together to refract the light and refract illusory pictures.
In these scenes, Douglas is either having a good conversation, walking alone through a crowd, wearing a hood and walking in an underground party, or holding up a pistol and calmly staring ahead and pulling the trigger.
In these images, Audrey distinguishes the cramped and dirty streets of the East End, the golden-walled Harvest Church, and many of the characteristics that belong to the city of Beckland.
She also saw images of Douglas making deals with witches and trying to seek promotion from outside the church, in some of the images that had been consciously hidden in the depths. Although he was unsuccessful for various reasons, he still deliberately avoided this memory.
Call...... After roughly grasping the situation, Audrey raised her hands and gently stroked the vast subconscious sea in the air, allowing those stirred waves to lie low and calm again.
She simply used her power to "manipulate dreams" to expose many memories and thoughts when Douglas was psychologically shaken by the secret of the revelation, which did not leave traces on the island of the mind, and it was difficult to be detected in reality - as an empirical animal, it is very normal for people to subconsciously recall similar experiences in the past and make similar choices in the face of danger.
In this way, Audrey easily grasped Douglas's personality portrait.
There is a certain tendency to despise the world, to flout the rules, which comes from the sense of superiority that the extraordinary will have more or less often; There are no barriers to human communication, but social relations are quite simple, which is in line with the psychological state of a "visitor from another world" who is unwilling to be deeply involved in the world; They are willing to take risks in their search for strength, but they can't get rid of their own guilt, so they will subconsciously forget and cover up their "wrong" choices and experiences......
Well, in the face of the "threat", although he became aggressive and had bad thoughts, his reason was obviously able to restrain his impulses......
Audrey nodded slightly, quietly detached from the subconscious sea.
Douglas, who was opposite her, frowned and pressed the corner of his forehead because of the stimulation of his subconscious, his expression faintly uneasy and anxious.
For a moment, he felt like he wasn't thinking too much control, and he felt as if he had forgotten something.
But Douglas did not forget that the "audience" lady who broke the sky was still sitting behind him.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, didn't gag again, and said in a calm voice: "...... I'm one of them. β
"I know."
There was no ripple in the sweet voice, as if it had been expected.
It's true? If you had known, you would have been looking for me, not me......
Despite his nervousness, a similar thought flashed in Douglas's mind, feeling that the other party had relied on extraordinary abilities to spy on his secrets, and subconsciously ignored other possibilities.
"The last secret organization to chase people like me was the Blood Cult." complained in his heart, he didn't stop talking, and nodded heavily.
"Believe me, Mr. Douglas, if I were in the same league as the Cult of the Blood, we would not have an equal chance of dialogue."
The audience lady was not annoyed, and explained peacefully: "I'm just curious, you all seem to have a very strong interest in Mr. Gelman, can you tell me why?" β
"Certain nouns, some things, certain actions, only we know what they really mean, Gelman. Sparrow meets some of these criteria. β
"All those things have to do with Russell the Great?"
"It can be understood that way."
Neither affirmation nor denial...... Audrey, who was listening to the conversation, tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair and noticed that Douglas was using some tricks to circumvent her own problems, but she didn't pay much attention to it.
At a level where you can directly peer into the minds of others, these verbal techniques hardly work.
Susie had a very "frank" chat with Douglas according to Audrey's meaning.
It mentions that "I" had known Gelman from another identity, and that he had many adventures with Gelman and had a good relationship.
"About half a year ago, however, Mr. Gelman confessed something and hid himself, and many of my friends and I were looking for him. In the process, we also met some people who were in the same situation as you. Susie wagged her tail and said with a wagging voice.
Half a year ago, the time was right...... Douglas immediately thought about it, and vaguely understood the other party's intention to contact him.
As a friend, in the case of not being able to find Gelman, it is very reasonable to try to contact the existence related to Gelman to find more clues, and his own special cannot be concealed in front of the "audience", so that the other party suddenly grasps the key.
And judging from the process of communication, Miss "Audience" did have a different style from the Blood Worship Sect, which made him feel a little relieved.
This level of risk, Douglas is acceptable.
"Since you also have a need to find Mr. Gelman, I hope that we can reach a cooperation. You also know that my identity on the surface is inconvenient to enter and exit, and there are things that are inconvenient to interfere with......"
After a little consideration, Douglas cautiously said, "You can entrust it to me, but it's up to me whether to take the commission or not." β
"No problem." Susie happily agreed, and at the same time, several dark green bills silently appeared on the tea table in front of Douglas, "I have a commission now, and it has something to do with you." That day, you and Melissa helped a teenage girl and put her on a train, and then the train had an accident, do you know about it? β
Douglas casually scanned the bills on the table and saw that they were five ten-pound denominations, or a full fifty pounds, equal to a month's salary for one and a half months......
He stared at the bill for a few seconds before opening his mouth: "Well, I know...... It is said that there are traces of extraordinary power in it. β
"Yes, my companion went through divination and saw the image of a young girl stained with blood as she walked down the spiraling staircase into the darkness and slowly turned into white bones. I got confirmation from Melissa that the girl in the divination picture is Marlene, the street girl you helped. β
Douglas, who has a good understanding of this aspect, frowned when he heard the other party's description, and tried to interpret it: "This means...... She is on the wrong path and is about to face danger? β
"Divination is only a revelation, not a panacea." The sweet voice first reminded gently, and then the tone became serious, "But it is undeniable that the extraordinary events on the train are related to Miss Marlene, and I want you to go to the Eastern District to collect relevant information." In addition to the money, there was also some information relating to Mr. Gelman, and the fifty pounds was a deposit. If you encounter an irresistible danger in the process, you can stop the investigation and report it to me. β
Fifty pounds is just a deposit...... Douglas hesitated for a moment, and said sincerely: "This money can make any intelligence dealer in the Eastern District prioritize your appeal." β
"I don't want ordinary people to be caught up in extraordinary events. You should understand this when you work in the church. β
Hearing what the other party said, Douglas didn't shirk anymore, grabbed the few bills and stuffed them deep in his pocket: "Okay, I'll take this commission." How do I give you the information? β
He himself is also concerned about this matter, and if he can earn more money, there is no reason to refuse.
"If there's something you want to report, come to this cafΓ© around four o'clock on Monday afternoon. If it's urgent, just go to the Foundation front desk and leave me a message, I'll see. β
As he spoke, the other party's voice gradually faded, as if he had left.
Douglas closed his eyes and emptied himself meditatively, and after a while he got up and looked at the seat behind him, which was empty, of course.
He touched the obsidian pendulum wrapped around his wrist, hesitated for a moment, but still did not make a divination movement, turned around and left the cafΓ©, and walked down the street straight to St. Samuel's Church, which was not far away, and sat patiently in the corner of the dimly lit prayer hall.
In the cafΓ©, the big golden retriever squatted next to Audrey, and a man and a dog watched Douglas enter St. Samuel's Church.
Susie looked up at Audrey and said with some confusion: "Audrey, why don't we communicate with him in a step-by-step way?" Now, he's clearly wary of us, he's distrustful. β
If it hadn't swiped a few "appeasements" and "hints" before the end, Douglas might not have just sat quietly, but directly took out his badge and ran to the night watchman's base camp to report that he had encountered a wild extraordinary.
Audrey gently stroked Susie's head and whispered, "Different people need to be treated in different ways. When you want to meet friends, sincerity is the best greeting gift; But just trying to master someone and show your abilities is the right way. β
The big golden retriever's head tilted to the side, as if he was caught up in some kind of thought.
And Audrey was thinking.
Just after the Tarot Club, just learned about the existence of this special group from Miss "Hermit", and one of them took the initiative to find his target, would it be too much of a coincidence?
It is no exaggeration to say that only the "Mind Dragon" Erechhogg, Hermes, and the Son of the Creator are capable of making such an arrangement that she is unaware of.
Of the three, only the Son of the Creator can match Mr. "Fool", and if the other two interfere and make arrangements, Audrey only needs to climb the gray fog to perceive it, and there is no need to worry too much.
If she is the Son of the Creator, given the complex relationship with Mr. Fool that he has both antagonized and cooperated, she also does not intend to act rashly, but intends to pray to Mr. Fool first for revelation before considering the next steps.
What's more, there seems to be a connection between these "visitors from the other world" and Mr. "Fool". Whoever sends Douglass to themselves is worth considering.
These concerns made Audrey cautious, did not use her abilities too much, did not really set foot on the other party's spiritual island, and only made some simple guidance to avoid being inadvertently polluted.
She also considered approaching Douglas in a de-eliminating way, but after thinking about it, in the current apocalypse, when she and her companions have their own tasks, she can get a clear state of affairs as soon as possible in order to achieve a reasonable distribution of energy and not delay the really important things. And according to Miss "Hermit", this kind of "otherworldly visitor" is more focused on Intis, and Douglas alone cannot be the focus of Audrey's attention.
Therefore, deterrence is necessary, and only deterrence can quickly establish a relatively stable relationship, and money and intelligence are only the means to maintain the relationship.
But in short, this is a lead, an opportunity...... In order to awaken Mr. "Fool" and Mr. "The World", any tiny possibility is worth trying!
Audrey got up leisurely and walked slowly out of the coffee shop with Susie, quickly disappearing into the crowd like a drop of water dissolving into the sea.
More than twenty minutes later, Douglas, who felt that there was enough time, also left St. Samuel's Church and took a horse-drawn carriage in the still bright summer twilight to 32 Eckerburg Street in the Jowood district, the Association of Astronomers Observing Enthusiasts.
This was a long-term task he had when he first joined the Churchβto monitor these clubs or associations involved in occult knowledge for potential extraordinaries or cultists.
It's just that this mission has been suspended since the last time the Blood Cult and the Witch jointly made trouble, and then Douglas "lay in the hospital for two weeks", and he didn't show up in the association for more than half a month, and if he didn't maintain interpersonal relationships, this long-term task would be almost impossible to do.
After showing the membership badge to the front desk, Douglas picked up some magazines and went to the lounge to find a comfortable spot to put down his tea, then used his extraordinary abilities to create an illusion and sneak up on the other members to listen to what they were talking about.
Then, he wandered around the stargazing room and conference room in the same way, making sure that no one was secretly discussing what should not be here.
As it was a Monday, and there were not many members of the association, Douglas quickly finished his work, returned to his place to relax, and occasionally fumbled in his pocket for the five ten-pound bills.
This leisure did not last long, and a man of medium height with brown sideburns in a half-height silk top hat and a black tuxedo walked into the lounge with a cane, stunned for a moment when he saw Douglas, and then strode with a smile on his face.
"Goddess above, I'm not dreaming, let's see who's coming!"
"Hopefully, my presence represents a good dream."
Douglas put down the magazine in his hand, got up and shook the other's hand, and responded to the slightly teasing greeting.
"Haha, my friend, you don't know how much I miss your kind of humor!" The visitor took off his top hat and buckled it to his chest, smiling and shaking Douglas's hand vigorously.
Well, it's probably because other people have a hard time with your chatter, and I'm the only one who wants to listen to you all the time, and that's my job...... Douglas smiled politely and went through the man's message quickly in his mind.
Eaton. Vogue, who worked as a mathematics and science teacher in a public school, was so enthusiastic that it was hard to stop when he spoke.
"I was sent out to the company for a few weeks. Phew, to be honest, although I often complain about the weather and traffic in Beckland, I only know why Beckland can become the most prosperous city in the Northern Continent as soon as I go out. β
After the two sat down, Douglas casually explained why he hadn't shown up for a long time.
Here, his character is a staff member of a foreign trade company.
"That's why Russell the Great said, 'Traveling is nothing but going from what you are tired of to where others are tired.'" Eaton. Fu Ge straightened the broken hair on his sideburns, leaned back comfortably on the upholstered seat, and asked curiously, "However, do you have a vacation now that you can participate in the summer camp?" β
"Yes, as compensation for the business trip, my boss agreed that I would use the vacation I had accumulated together."
Commonly known as compensatory leave...... Douglas added silently in his mind.
As a club of enthusiasts with a high membership fee, a summer camp is organized from late June to early July every year, taking members to White Cliffs to avoid the unpredictable weather and haze of Beckland and see the truly clear night sky.
For such an event, the church would certainly not let Douglas rest and fish, and he would have to go with it.
"Great!" Eaton sighed with affection, and babbled to Douglass about the size of the camp, and by extension, what was happening in the association during his absence.
Although some verbose and some exaggerated, no undercover agent will refuse a little trumpet who is not too small.
Douglas sifted through the points of interest as he pandered, and noticed that Eaton had a pale cyan color underneath his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.
So when Eton stopped to drink tea to moisten his throat, Douglas "cared" and said: "As a teacher, summer is also a busy season, not only for exams, but also for graduation ......"
"Ah, you're right, it's torture for both of us to press kids whose brains are out early in the classroom to memorize by rote."
Eton subconsciously touched the gloom under his eyes, first sighed, and then looked around as if he was a little nervous, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he whispered: "However, it is not only work that damages my appearance, but also some good, wonderful dreams." β