Was it a temporary idea, for the sake of more 'coincidence', to make up the words of visiting me?

Or is it really because of something that came to visit me?

Or is it a combination of both - the other party really has something to do, and he really has a grudge against Dokule, and he happens to see the other party here, and thinks it is a good opportunity, so he simply kills the other party, and then directly consults him about something in the name of visiting?

Arthur hoped it was a 'coincidence', but the facts in front of him told him that the latter was more likely!

He secretly glanced at the carriage again, looked at the carriage that was worth a lot of money, and knew in his heart that the trouble caused by the other party was definitely not small.

Before he didn't have enough strength, he was insensitive to such trouble!

"Gotta find a way to get away!"

Thinking in his heart, Arthur had already stretched his brows, and his eyes looked at the coachman in front of him again.

Unfortunately, I didn't see anything this time.

Even if he has the skills [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Colors], Arthur still needs the other party to show the corresponding expression.

If you just glance at what the other person thinks, then it should not be called [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Colors], but [Mind Reading].

"Welcome to 2 Kirk Street."

"'Medium' Arthur. Credos is here to help. ”

Arthur, who didn't get any clues, smiled and made a welcome look.

Even if he doesn't want to, Arthur, as a psychic medium, knows what he should do when customers come to his door.

He didn't want to show his flaws.

Otherwise, there will be more trouble.

Or even ......

Extinction!

Although the 'witch hunt' has long ended, it has something to do with the 'devil' and the devil, and once it is confirmed, it will probably be burned at the stake.

And his situation, to put it seriously, is similar to an extraterritorial heavenly demon, and with the understanding of the aborigines of the world in front of him, it is not an exaggeration to send him to the stake.

But Arthur didn't want to experience what it was like to be scorched and consumed by the flames.

Therefore, he is now not only a qualified medium, but also a young man who desperately desires fame and recognition. Credos.

Standing on the steps in front of the gate at 2 Kirk Street, Arthur watched as the coachman returned to the carriage, opened the door, and raised his right arm.

However, when he raised his right arm, the driver first put down his rolled sleeves and put on a dark clean coat that hung on the side of the driver's saddle.

When the coachman had done all this, a palm came out and rested on the driver's arm.

The palms of the hands are white, the fingers are slender and slender, and they are placed on the sleeves of the dark coat, which is more and more white, and when the sun just shines, such whiteness has an extra sense of light, attracting the attention of the men present, even the patrol officers who rushed to maintain the scene were involuntarily attracted.

They were looking forward to seeing the owner of this palm.

Even, Fontel, who was hired by Dokule, had already imagined that a blue leg of mutton sleeve slowly stretched out, bringing out the puff shoulders of the same color, followed by a white multi-layered petticoat covered by a leather corset - this is the most popular style in Neiwan this year, and it is the appearance pursued by most celebrities and noblewomen, and the lady who wears it like this is naturally a sweet-looking aristocratic lady.

"Is this the luck of bad luck?"

"Did I meet my lady luck like that?"

Fontel, who was born wealthy and full of romance in his heart, thought in his heart, and looked forward to it in his eyes

In fact, at this time, everyone except Arthur was looking forward to it.

And then—

The palm of the hand on the coachman slammed into force, and the back of the white hand immediately collapsed, and then a figure jumped out of the carriage like a sharp arrow, crossed the waterlogged road, and came to the steps in front of the courtyard of No. 2 Kirk Street.

He had a billiard-ball pipe in his mouth, and at the moment smoke was rising as the woman in front of him breathed.

The clothes on his body are not the popular models of this year's Neiwan, but the long-sleeved trousers from the Seven Years' War, which is retro but conducive to action.

The retro outfit and the pipe in her mouth make it weird to look at, especially since the lady still has short blonde hair.

Even if the other party has blue eyes and a delicate face, it does not make the weirdness any less.

On the contrary, it is getting more and more bizarre.

Because, the other party did not deliberately hide his feminine characteristics, but he also did not hide his habits of favoring men.

Suddenly, the people around him were saying that they couldn't accept it.

The men's eyes widened in disbelief.

In particular, Fonter, who had a wealthy family and was full of romantic fantasies, covered his chest exaggeratedly.

It was as if at this moment, my heart was broken.

Even though his mind was full of fantasies, Fonter, who was a more traditional South Los native, couldn't accept the sight of the lady in front of him with a pipe in her mouth.

Several other men apparently felt the same way.

One by one stood there and sighed.

But Arthur didn't care.

For him, who has seen plastic bags with gender in his hometown, this level in front of him is really not even pediatric.

Moreover, compared with the other party's pipe, Mo Qisheng pays more attention to the other party's skills.

The jump just now, although it is only about 3 meters, most adults can do it with a run, but it is obviously impossible to run in the narrow area of the carriage, even if it is difficult to borrow the strength of the arm.

Not to mention that it landed steadily and quietly.

"It's fast, it's smart, if it's a fight, you have to strike first, it's best to take advantage of the opponent's inattention, and knock it down in the back!"

Arthur remained calm on the outside, but he was secretly thinking about it in the bottom of his heart.

This lady was obviously accustomed to the strange stares around her, even discriminatory glances, so after discovering Arthur's calmness, she couldn't help but show a hearty smile to Arthur, and then, even more generously, stretched out her hand, and said-

"Malinda. Julius. Caesar. ”

"Arthur. Credos. ”

An unfamiliar name that he had never heard before, but it did not prevent Arthur from raising his hand in response, and after a polite shake, he pulled his hand sideways and invited the other party into 2 Kirk Street.

The front door is not a good place to talk.

Not to mention, Dokule's body was on the side.

However, when he walked into 2 Kirk Street, he gestured to Scott's head.

Scott smiled and made a gesture of please.

Nanlos famously said: Don't delay someone's career at any time unless they have killed your parents.

Arthur has to keep his business busy.

The same goes for Scott.

He's going to write everything down!

Fearing that he would forget, the young journalist crouched in front of No. 2 Kirk Street and began to record everything that had just happened with a charcoal pen.

Vontel and Wiggins, on the other hand, looked at each other, standing in front of the door and not knowing what to do.

Let's go? That's really not daring.

In the end, the two of them could only continue to stand there in trepidation.

Malinda. Julius. Caesar's coachman did not enter No. 2 Kirk Street, but stood guard in the carriage like a normal coachman.

Only Malinda. Julius. Caesar followed Arthur and walked straight to the small psychic hall where the customers were kept.

The lady looked around only a moment, and then she didn't squint, even in the face of the set-ups that frightened Dokule and his party, the woman remained calm.

Arthur, however, keenly noticed that the lady paused as she passed by the fanged deer head and the scarlet painting.

Although it returned to normal immediately, it was noticed by Arthur.

"I've found the mechanism set up by old Charlie!"

Arthur was quite sure of this.

Immediately, the other party's danger level was raised by Arthur by another level.

However, the conversation between the two remained friendly.

"You've got a lot of books here!"

Malinda entered the small hall, glanced at the Ouija board and crystal ball on the table, and then focused on the many books around her.

The only things that can be linked to the medium's small parlor are the Ouija board and crystal ball, and the rest are bookshelves along the walls.

Bookshelves from the floor to the ceiling were full of books, and at least four or five hundred were swept over at a glance.

These are all in the collection of Old Charlie.

The former body has seen a very small part of it, and it is still forced by old Charlie to watch it, and the young man likes to focus more on swordsmanship, shooting, horseback riding, and can spend time here quietly by himself, and there are not many hours in a week.

Arthur, who inherited the memories of his predecessor, naturally knew what was going on, but he wouldn't admit it.

He said.

"Reading gives me peace and ease."

As he spoke, Arthur gestured to the chair across the table.

Malinda held a pipe in her hand, sat down in the chair opposite, and asked directly-

"Mr. Credos, can you 'chase the murderer'?"

"I hope you can find my girlfriend's killer!"