Watching the boy who called himself "Rabbit" leave the billiard room, Ian looked at the pale man who had lowered his cue club and tilted his head slightly: "My instincts tell me that something is not quite right with him. ”

Because the man who suppressed the malice in his eyes stopped, and the rest of the people who were pale and indifferent to the point of indifference also stopped at the table and stood quietly in place.

It was not Marich who replied to Ian, but a figure who stepped out of the frame glass of the room: "Yes." ”

The lady had blond hair in a bun and a delicate countenance, and was dressed in a long black Gothic court dress, pale but lifeless.

Marić wiped the white ball on his hand: "Even if he is a 'messenger', his words and demeanor are completely out of age." ”

"A sense of disobedience." Sharon made a brief assessment, this is the most peculiar point about the boy who calls himself "Rabbit".

Ian inherited the position of the previous "old man", Caspars Camplinen, and also included the channel of this bar, although the black market weapons dealer was not a stable business, the "old man" always had some regular customers.

Similar to Ian's mentality, it doesn't matter who provides the guns or who acts as the middleman for these customers, as long as they can buy guns.

Ian knew he was too young, and if it weren't for Marić and Sharon's help, who supported him both openly and covertly, the situation might have been chaotic a long time ago.

And now, a boy with the black box information of the "Iron Hammer Party" swaggered into the bar.

What made Ian feel unbelievable was that the other party was a few years younger than him, even if there were others behind this boy, how dare he let a child of this age pass on information?

Letting a child into a bar is a lot more eye-catching than letting an adult in.

"I suspect there's no one else behind him......"

"That's just a kid, how could he easily steal a gangster's correspondence?" Marić said this, putting the white ball back on the table, but he quickly thought of other possibilities, "It cannot be ruled out that the appearance of the child is also a disguise." ”

Sharon floated across the table and sat on a high stool, and she didn't sit down, but floated on top of the stool in a very dignified manner: "It's very likely." ”

Ian covered the black box and locked it in a hidden safe behind the painting:

"That's what puzzled me the most, he seemed to have both a mature and immature mentality, not his appearance, but the temperament when he spoke. At least one thing should be true, in the whole of Beckland, there is only one place where the most orphans. ”

"You can't be talking about the church's orphanage," Marić's tone was cold as he joked, "Do you need us to go to the East End to investigate his background?" ”

Ian shook his head: "I don't need you to do this, the scope of the East Side is wide enough, I will directly ask a few gang informants...... You know, they know a lot of kids who come from petty theft. ”

Marić nodded, and the cue pushed forward, and the white ball successfully knocked the red ball into the dark hole in the corner of the table.

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Rabbits have a habit of burrowing, but now, "rabbit" is just a code name, no longer the boy's name.

Rabit Black, a name is not a good one, but Rabit himself is happy - at least for now, he prefers to have others call him Black, and keeps his name as close as possible, as if he wants to cherish a memory.

"You really should just change your last name to Jacob, trust me, it will make your path to the Extraordinary smoother."

A voice sounded in Rubbit's head, sounding a little weak, and if he didn't pay attention, Rubbit could easily ignore it and dismiss it as a subtle murmur.

Rigbit continued to the nearest public carriage stop, his voice low as he walked, "I won't, it's not time for me to become extraordinary." How about a day when I think about changing my name? ”

"Of course there will come a day, why don't you put those glasses on now?" After the voice in his head finished speaking, he continued without waiting for Rebit to reply, "Then you can directly become a very powerful extraordinary." ”

Rebit just smiled, but his indifferent eyes didn't change: "That's not what you said in the letter. I always wonder, are you really the person I knew before? You're just as annoying, but he's clearly more sincere than you are. ”

In the black pupil of his right eye, there seemed to be a shadow that squirmed slightly, and the voice sounded for the last time: "Of course I am the same as 'Benjamin'. Do you put sincerity in him? What a ridiculous compliment. ”

"At least he warned me that the monocle was very dangerous, so I wouldn't put it on lightly."

The distracting voices in his head were gone, and Rubit knew that the next time the other party could pop up and continue to make the invitation that defied the warnings of "Benjamin Jacob".

The voice was clearly the same as "Benjamin", but Rebit was sure that it was not the same young man he had met and targeted at him in every way.

Well, to put it more technically, it's "parasitic".

Ribbit had gradually sorted out some of the occult knowledge, but before he could skim through most of it, something unexpected happened.

At first, it was only midnight when he noticed signs of something moving in his room, and then, because he was sleeping, he missed an entire trip to the Sunday class of the Night Church.

If it was just such a small probability, Rubbit would have thought it was just a memory problem, until the boy turned the monocle out and used its ability to learn, when he heard the voice in his head, urging him to try it in his right eye.

After this, the voice in his head became clear, and although the other party no longer controlled Rubbit's body, he seemed to be obsessed with letting him wear lenses.

The other party occasionally fights for control of the body, showing off and doing all kinds of incredible things, but it keeps Rubbit awake when he acts, almost tempting the boy openly.

Including stealing the black box inexplicably this time, Rebit watched his body act wantonly, and used his extraordinary ability to play those gang members around, until Rebit felt an obvious sense of weakness, and the person who "parasitized" him returned.

Ribbit knew that those were the abilities of the "thief", but why didn't the other party just let him wear monocles? Do you have to wear it yourself?

He had asked the voice before, but every time the other party encountered a question that he didn't want to answer, he would directly pretend to be asleep.

Rigbit knew in his heart that such an attitude was more sincere than what the other party said.

He felt in his pocket, the clump of hair had been carried with him, maybe she had protected me?

A lark sang loudly and flew overhead, causing Rebit to look up and follow its silhouette with his gaze.

"She's gone." A voice popped up in my head.

Ribbit's body stiffened, and then slowed down towards the bus stop: "She's been away for a long time. ”

The voice in his head chuckled uncomfortably at Rebit, and then said, "No, she can't come back, and she can't continue to shelter you." Why else do you think I'm waking up? ”

This time, the side that was silent was replaced by Ribbit.

The voice didn't stop: "Part of her influence on me has disappeared, and one day, you will face that outcome, sooner or later, it will be the same."

"I have time and a lot of patience, but I'm bored at the moment...... So you'd better be able to cooperate. ”

Rubit sneered: "Impossible. ”

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Instead of going back to his home, Ribbit rode to the East End in a slightly crowded public carriage.

Today is Sunday, and the Church of the Night will be open for church classes and will offer public classes to the faithful throughout the day.

And in the evening, Ribbit also has a "occult gathering" to attend in the East End, although he has a little money, but not to buy things, but to gather intelligence and observe the rest of the "extraordinary".

He would occasionally visit his former friends, as someone had done before, and Rubbit maintained some level of contact with them as an additional source of information.

There is a lot of knowledge about "thieves" in his mind, including a lot of things about "stealing" techniques and techniques, and Rebit decisively shares this part with the rest of the children who are still under the control of the gang.

Because of Rubbit's previous disappearance, they all thought that Ribbit had been taken away by the gangsters, but Rubbit came back safely, and it seemed that he had new clothes and a new place to live, and he must have a new place to rely on.

This made the other children envious and awe of him, and Rubbit, noticing the change, kept his distance from the others.

Rebit sat in the corner, looking out the window boredly, and the man next to him had a strong smell of smoke, which made Rebit subconsciously wrinkle his nose and move away from the man.

His small gesture attracted the man's attention, and the bearded gentleman looked up, and under the silk top hat, the pair of brown eyes smiled.

Rebitt could feel that it was a very false smile, like oil paint on his face.

Rebit's gaze was equally detached, with a temperament that was not suitable for his age, which may have made the other party have some thoughts of small talk, and the man nodded at the boy: "Alone? Don't have a family member to take you out? ”

Rebit thought quickly in his mind, and decided to cater to the other party's words a little: "No, I often ride in the public carriage by myself, and I'm used to it. ”

The man's finger tapped quickly on the end of the brim: "It's independent, that's a good thing." Where are you going? ”

"Eastside."

"It's far away, why don't you take the subway?"

"The subway is more expensive." Rubit pretended to be dissatisfied, and his mouth curled.

The man's fingers tapped again, then lowered the brim of his hat, no longer looking at the somewhat odd boy next to him, but still continued to talk to him: "You live in the East End? ”

Rubbit pursed his lips and glanced out the window again, a premonition of discomfort that made him not want to continue chatting with the other party.