Outside the gate of No. 2 Kirk Street, a husband and wife stood, followed by a coachman and bodyguards.

The husband and wife are both well-dressed upper-class people, the man wears a suit and shirt four-piece suit, the cane in his hand is a pure wood carved horse head image, the lady's long skirt looks simple, but the material is extraordinary silk, and the pearl necklace around the neck, each of which is the same size, has a soft feeling of softness in the morning light.

When they saw Arthur open the door, the husband and wife saluted in unison.

The degree of etiquette is like measuring it with a ruler.

Rich, literate, and trained in the upper classes, including etiquette, but not an aristocrat - if he was a nobleman, he would not have come to him so openly.

It is even more impossible to shout for help.

The 'honor' of the nobility does not allow the nobility to do so.

Moreover, when it comes to things, the nobility has their own solutions.

"Hello, Mr. Credos, take the liberty of interrupting!"

The man handed the staff to his left hand and stretched out his right hand.

Arthur shook the other party slightly, and then let go.

However, the calluses in the palm of the other party's hand are extremely clear.

Arthur glanced at the man's clothes again, the ironed four-piece suit was very neat, but it was not new, and the cane in his hand was full of traces of time, not for ten years, it would not be able to achieve this effect at all, and the palm holding the head of the cane, the green tendons on the back of the hand, showed that the other party was not at peace, but he was still trying his best to endure it.

He has worked hard, has the quality of tenacity and the ability to calm himself.

'Isn't it inheritance, but a generation of wealthy businessmen who started their own businesses?' ’

Arthur guessed, turned sideways, raised his hand and invited the other couple to enter No. 2 Kirk Street - although Heywood was inside, there was nothing unpleasant about their relationship, especially when the acquisition of the murderous house began, and the relationship between the two would be known, far less than the frank employment relationship at this moment.

Of course, for the more important reason, Heywood was short of breath twice when he saw the couple.

Arthur is curious about the relationship between the two parties.

Although Heywood's 'Murder House Purchase' was only a secondary priority in his plan, Arthur still didn't want anything to be regretted.

"Hello, Mr. Bernice, Mrs. Bernice."

As the couple entered the medium hall, Heywood immediately greeted him.

"Hello, who are you?"

After the man responded, his face was puzzled.

Obviously, the two sides didn't know each other, and it was Heywood who knew the Bernice unilaterally - and with this point of view, Arthur began to search his mind for information about the name 'Bernice'.

And almost instantly, 'Bernice Comptoir' came to mind.

After attending Malinda's salon invitation before, Arthur had learned more about some of the famous comptoirs in South Los out of the need for review.

Among them, the 'Bernice Comptoir' is at the top.

The main business is dock warehousing, the side business is sea transportation, and the dotted shops and a terracotta workshop are all there is to the 'Bernice Firm'.

Moreover, in contrast to the responsibility of other comptoirs, Bernice Comptoir was very pure - Bernice alone...... No, Bernice alone is in charge, to be exact.

Bernice's father was a craftsman who made terracotta vessels.

Bernice, who had been studying with his father since childhood, was not content with the status quo, and at the age of fifteen he quietly went to sea for the first time and took up the trade of ballasting.

At that time, it was the period of the 'Seven Years' War, the east coast and the west coast were inextricably fighting, and the pirates were rampant.

Within five years, Bernice had saved up a lot of money and began to buy a lot of barren land in the docklands and build warehouses.

Just a year later, with the end of the Seven Years' War, the land purchased by Bernice began to skyrocket, but the son of the craftsman did not sell the land, but concentrated on transportation, and until now, the Bernice Comptoir has become one of the top presences in South Los - it is rumored that half of the warehouses in the docks are Bernis's.

"What happened?"

Arthur asked quietly.

In his 'Earl of Shadows' plan, the docks were naturally indispensable.

The Bernice family, which has a large number of warehouses, is obviously an excellent partner, but the young 'psychic medium' is not in a hurry.

The young 'psychic medium' knows very well how difficult it is for a first-generation entrepreneur like Bernice, who has a lot of experience.

If he takes the initiative to get up, it will only make the other party become vigilant, and things will become complicated, which is far less than 'business'.

"My son, Clay, has been missing for three days - he has never been home at night, let alone three days, and I have asked his friends, and no one has seen him in these three days, which is also impossible, and it is impossible for him, who loves salons, not to be in contact with people for so long."

As soon as Arthur's words fell, Mrs. Bernice spoke immediately.

At the same time, a portrait of his son Clay was also taken out.

The Bernes family had two sons and a daughter.

The eldest son, Chloe.

The second son, Clay.

Daughter, Edith.

Among them, Chloe, who is the heir, studied with her father early on, while Clay, who also has the right to inherit, has no intention of the family business and has become a veritable prodigal, and her daughter Edith rarely appears in the public eye, only hearing that her health is not very good.

Arthur looked at the portrait.

The realistic style allows the young 'psychic' to confirm that Clay is a fairly handsome young man, and with a lot of money, he should be very popular with girls - Bernice has already made a will, and the eldest of the three children inherits sixty percent of the family property, which is fair to the eldest son who has already helped his father, and the remaining forty percent is divided equally between the second son and the daughter, but cannot sell the property within twenty years, and can only accept dividends.

But even then, the dividends are a very substantial amount.

It is enough to attract the favor of many ladies.

And as the young 'medium' pored over Clay's portrait, Mrs. Bernice continued.

"Since the last time he returned from 'Chasing the Wind', Clay has become very strange and somewhat mysterious."

"'Chasing the wind'?"

Hearing this term, Arthur was stunned.

Mr. Bernice, on the side, had a dull face.

Mrs. Bernice immediately raised her hand to reassure her husband before continuing.

"It's when the storm comes, chasing the storm and feeling the thunder, which Clay thinks is a sign of courage — four days ago, when South Los was hit by a storm, Clay went to the docks to 'chase the wind'."

"I see."

Arthur said this in his mouth, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

How idle is this to think of such a boring move?

Chasing the wind, a symbol of courage?

Why don't you chase the Thunder?

The countess who caused the 'storm' should really let a thunderbolt fall, so that you can feel what is called five thunderbolts.

Moreover, more importantly, it is absolutely impossible to close the case of the disappearance at hand, and it must take time to investigate and collect evidence before there is a result.

This kind of painstaking approach is inconsistent with the identity of the 'psychic medium' he created.

Therefore, he learned to remember the appearance of old Charlie when he 'communicated' with the client, leaned back in the chair slightly, pity appeared in his eyes, and the voice in his mouth became more and more indifferent-

"There will always be creatures on the earth who dare to face the majesty of the thunder......

There are also arrogant people, foolish and blind without knowing it, and darkness, loneliness, blood, and everything that is broken, will gather at that moment. ”

The words were indifferent, and [bluffing] flashed sharply.

(End of chapter)