After a few minutes, the scene finally calmed down, and with the help of the gray-haired man and Yager, Mrs. Mary came to the door of the club in despair, and silently wiped away tears.

Mr. Doragu Gale had slipped away, but fortunately, Jager reached out in time to salvage the fruits of Detective Moriarty's labor, and did not let it be swallowed by the angry gentleman who could not be torn apart.......

"Thank you, Dr. Krees. And you, sir, thank you very much for preserving this important evidence for me, otherwise I really don't know what to do. ”

As she said goodbye, Mary couldn't help but cry, holding a handkerchief and constantly wiping the tears from her face.

Dr. Krees hurried forward to comfort him.

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you very much. I'm all right. The next thing is to see a lawyer, and I'm going to be fine. Mary waved her hand, pressed her handkerchief twice on her face, regained her apparent composure, and boarded the brand-new carriage at the door.

The coachman carefully closed the door for her, and judging by the movements, the carriage seemed to be the lady's private property.

The sound of horses' hooves disappeared at the end of the road.

It wasn't until his back was completely out of sight that Dr. Krees's shoulders relaxed with relief: "Oh my God, it's so hard to soothe the emotions of an unfortunate friend. ”

Yager bowed his head in agreement, silently smoothing his wrinkled sleeves.

They turned back to the cafeteria, where the doctor pulled open the chair from the small table next to him, brought two plates of brand new pastries, and sat down face to face with Yager.

The restaurant, which was in a mess just now because of the pulling, quickly returned to its original clean and tidy appearance under the timely cleaning of the maid, and the gentlemen who were originally curious about the probe in the distance also returned to their respective affairs.

"I didn't have time to introduce myself just now, I'm Alan Kreese, just call me Alan. I run a hospital in Midtown. Dr. Allen said kindly.

"Léo Liszt, assistant lawyer at the Minsk office."

Jager smiled, and then took a few sips of chestnut coffee, letting the rich smell of coffee beans mask the smell of Mrs. Mary's perfume all around her.

The use of pseudonyms continues so that the real returning lawyer does not appear and is not caught red-handed.

"Ah, it turns out that you are a lawyer, no wonder you were so calm just now, and you also snatched back the key evidence. Without that picture, Mary would be in real trouble. ”

"Alas, what a surprise. Originally, I had also heard that Mary had been working hard lately to get herself and her husband Doragu into the Air Pollution Investigation Committee. She is a goddess believer, and her family background is innocent, so she originally had the best chance. ”

Alan sighed worriedly: "I don't know if she can cheer up now and take this key position." ”

It turned out to be this lady who was going to the committee, not Doragu Gale?

But there is no difference, both of them are completely ordinary people.

Yager silently analyzed it, and still smiled on the surface: "I believe that Madame Mary can, the Coim Company should have belonged to her according to the inheritance law, and after the divorce, the shares will still be returned to her." With a stake and a status as a self-reliant goddess, she has an advantage in the competition for the application committee. ”

"Ah, yes, the lawyer's opinion is very reasonable. Otherwise, I would have thought that my bad luck had spread to my friends......"

Yager's eyes moved away from the pastry and looked at the doctor with doubt: "What bad luck?" ”

Alan smiled bitterly: "It's a series of bad luck that I have encountered recently...... I don't know why, I've been very unhappy since a few days ago. The surgeries are always imperfect for a variety of reasons, and there are always accidents at work, resulting in late arrivals or simply missing the patient's appointment. ”

"My wife is pregnant, and it's hard not to worry."

Oh? Speaking of which, there does seem to be something wrong with him......

Yager's eyes froze, and he saw a faint and extraordinary fluctuation that was almost invisible on the doctor's body, like an aura enveloping him.

This may have been the source of his doom.

It may be because the extraordinary ability is not used against the doctor himself, but because he was unfortunately affected, so he is in this state, which is difficult to trace.

But the level of fluctuation does not look low, it can even be said to be high, from a never-before-seen sequence.

"That's something to be aware of. You can try a weekend trip to church, and maybe the light of God can cleanse you of your recent troubles. ”

He kept it in his little notebook in his heart.

This is Beckland's first high sequence, and something does seem to be wrong......

Judging from the information from the Church of the Night, it is already good to have multiple demigods in an area, but now, the number of Angels of Light in Beckland is close to five!

What are they planning?

"Haha, Detective Moriarty said the same thing." The bitterness in Dr. Allen's words was slightly less, "So I do plan to go in the next few days......"

But before the doctor could continue, he was interrupted by a beautiful maid who came from a distance.

The maid bowed respectfully: "I'm sorry to disturb the conversation between the two, but Mr. Liszt, Miss Jessica is already waiting for you in the manager's office." ”

"Okay."

After asking the doctor for a business card, he followed the maid upstairs.

……

Miss Jessica is an elite lady dressed as a strong woman, with her blond hair neatly coiled behind her head and a big red lip gloss, sitting behind the manager's desk.

It's as if she's the owner of this office.

But it was not bad, and Mr. Cragg seemed to have a lot of other properties besides this club, so it was naturally impossible to have time to look at the reports and operations in detail, and most of the work was done by Miss Jessica.

She asked solemnly, "Mr. Liszt, are you here because of any change at the bank?" ”

"No, the bank's process is still going on normally, just to return copies of some key information to prevent unnecessary loss of confidentiality." Yager took out the pictures from his bag and returned them to the secretary, and then asked seemingly casually, "Are Mr. Cragg's antiques okay?" What is their origin? ”

"The bank's specific valuation and purchase route are also related."

Miss Jessica, who was still wondering why the copy was worth a special visit from the other party, suddenly realized: "It's all right." ”

"Most of the antiques were sold at auction, and the estimates were very clear, and there were only two or three pieces that the rest of the nobles resold would have some problems."

"I'll give you the information."

She stood up, rummaged through the cabinet on the left, and finally pulled out a dozen materials that read "Viscount Pound."

On the page, there are several large clocks with patterns that closely resemble pocket watches.

"These were acquired from Viscount Pound. I've heard that the viscount's original house has recently changed hands for the fourth time, and there may be some problems inside, and the new owner has called the police......"

Listening to her explanation, Yager flipped a few pages back to the document, and succeeded in finding the address of the original owner at the end.

"8 Williams Street"

Familiar, very familiar.

Even the familiar ones make people not very happy.

The picture of the building above the address is the manor where the blonde angel led him when they first met.

The invisible conspiracy seems to be in full swing again.