'Detective' Truman encountered an unprecedented crisis, and he found that he was manipulated, no, to be precise, his life was manipulated.

From his first case, there was an invisible black hand manipulating all this.

Even his wife may have been arranged by the other party......

Garcia frowned as he wrote this, then sighed.

He couldn't write anymore.

Although he had a plot in mind, the shock of reality was too great for him, and every time he wrote about some key moment, those things would spring up from the bottom of his mind - although his life had improved greatly since 'that adventure'.

But there are some hidden dangers.

Even if he tried his best to cover it up, he still appeared in the field of vision of some people with a heart.

It's the famous 'medium' Arthur again. Credos? ’

Garcia didn't know who this 'psychic medium' had offended and why he was so hated, the news about the other party had been sold at a higher price than he had imagined, and this time, someone had paid so much money to hire him to spread the news of the other party's injury.

To this, Garcia did not refuse.

I didn't dare to refuse.

As a part-time intelligence dealer, he knows very well that as he is exposed to the eyes of the other party, his life has been controlled by the other party.

It's like the guy who brought him into the business.

Not long ago, he saw the corpse of the other party.

The death was horrific, not only was his eyes gouged out, but his tongue was also cut out - it was rumored that the other party was trying to rob and blackmail a club lady.

Then he was taken out by the club's security guards.

Of course, this is just a rhetoric to fool most people.

The real reason?

Liquidation!

Garcia knew very well that the other party was 'liquidated by the organization'.

The injuries that followed the torture were very much in line with the characteristics of being 'liquidated': painful and capable of intimidating other members of the organization.

For this, Garcia is rejoicing.

That guy kept inviting him to join the organization, but he simply refused every time.

Because, he knows the risks.

And even more because ......

He, Garcia is a writer.

He is a writer who is sure to be able to write good works.

It's just that now I have to work part-time as an intelligence dealer for the sake of life!

Call! Call!

Garcia took a few deep breaths before gathering his thoughts and preparing to continue with the story in his mind—what did the 'client' tell me?

No hurry, there's still a little time!

Wait until he's done with the chapter and then think about how to do it.

With the example of this 'client', Garcia knew he needed to be more careful!

At least, the intelligence tavern that I used to frequented could not go.

Gotta go somewhere new.

And that increases the risk.

'Would you like to buy a firecracker?' ’

Garcia certainly knew that even a firearm would not be enough to look at in a special situation, but a firearm would at least give him some security.

So, who do you go to buy from?

Something good there at Vought, but expensive.

Old Harmon is cheap, but the quality of things cannot be guaranteed, maybe he will buy stolen goods, and Dahl Lane, where Old Harmon is located, is too close to Kirk Street, where the 'medium' lives, I took the opportunity of the other party to return to South Los before, because I was curious to go to find out the other party's residence, I was already very reckless, and now that the other party has returned, I will definitely not be able to go...... Wait, why am I thinking about this?

Damn, I'm wandering again!

Writing!

I need to write!

Garcia was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and was ready to continue concentrating on writing.

However, just as he was writing the name 'Truman', there was a knock on the door of his room.

Garcia immediately became vigilant.

After making a lot of money, he moved out of his original residence in order to cover up the traces.

Now this place, no one but the 'client' will know.

Unless......

Who caught him again!

Thinking of this, Garcia's face was full of confusion and helplessness.

But I still chose to open the door.

Outside the door stood a man wearing a hat that couldn't hide his crown.

Lambyrne!

Garcia had seen each other on Clara Street, and the two sides would even nod their heads.

"Mr. Longburne?"

"Can we go in and talk?"

The gloomy and artist-like Longbyrne asked softly.

"Of course!"

A nervous Garcia moved out of the way, and when Longbine took off his hat, Garcia pulled a chair out from under the mess of manuscripts.

"Do you love to write?"

Longbairn looked at the manuscripts, his eyes full of surprise.

"Well, it's my life."

At the mention of the manuscript, Garcia had an extra smile on his face.

Such a smile made Lang Bine stunned.

The head of the 'Cloak Society' in South Los seemed to see himself.

He is also like this when faced with excellent paintings and sculptures.

Immediately, Langbine hesitated.

He came here to figure out what had happened before, and then he reported it.

Then, there was Garcia's death.

Some of the methods of the 'Cloak Society', he didn't like very much, but he had to admit that they were enough to be terrifying.

"Then why did you become an intelligence monger?"

Langbyrne asked directly.

This stunned Garcia.

Then, the part-time intelligence dealer smiled bitterly.

"To beg for a living!

As you can see, I tried my best, but the meager remuneration could not support my life at all, and I had to work part-time as an intelligence trafficker.

I thought I would be able to get out of this predicament soon, but who knows......"

Speaking of this, Garcia's face was full of shame.

Just now he said that he was "paid a small amount", but in fact, he did not receive any remuneration.

However, he couldn't admit it in front of others.

It's too humiliating.

But after the lie was told, he blamed himself a little.

And looking at Garcia with this appearance, Longbine groaned.

Resemble!

It's so similar!

Garcia is almost the same as himself when he was younger, just begging for a living for his dreams, and is not really an intelligence monger.

Maybe......

Should I give him a chance?

When this idea appeared in the bottom of Lang Byrne's heart, it immediately spread irrepressibly.

The head of the 'Cloak Society' Nanlos stared at Garcia for a full 10 seconds before he spoke.

"Would you like to join the Cloak Society?

Your last behavior has already been noticed by the 'Cloak Society', and even if I cover it up, someone else will check it - this is the style of the Cloak Society, and only by joining the Cloak Club can this situation be prevented. ”

"Can I still write?"

Garcia asked hesitantly.

At this moment, Garcia had decided that if he couldn't write, he would go to the 'client' and sell the 'Cloak Society'.

In exchange for the opportunity to live and write.

Hearing Garcia's inquiry, Longbair smiled.

"Of course!

We were also able to discuss some writing skills, and I love writing in addition to my experience in drawing and sculpture. ”

The head of the 'Cloak Society' in South Los looked at Garcia, whose eyes lit up, and was extremely satisfied.

Compared to Garcia, who has a common hobby, the guy before was shit.

"That's great!"

Garcia cheered, and then tried to tell Langbyrne about the 'client'.

However, after hesitating for a moment, Garcia chose to hide it for the time being.

No malice.

It's just a concealment when protecting yourself.

Temporary!

Garcia told himself.

But outside the window, which Garcia didn't notice, a dark crow stood on a branch, silently watching everything by taking advantage of the darkness of the night.

Langbairn didn't notice it either.

The two of them conversed amicably in the room.

Forkine told Arthur everything he saw and heard.

Arthur was silent and looked at Malinda, who looked a little interested.

Feeling Arthur's gaze, Malinda felt that something was wrong.

"You don't really know, do you?"

Malinda looked at Arthur with a skeptical expression.

The woman suspected that Arthur was cheating on her.

Arthur, on the other hand, chuckled and spread his hands.

"Don't forget, I'm a 'medium', and my inspiration will always burst out from time to time when facing you who are 'entangled in fate'."

"Huh."

Malinda sneered, not believing in Arthur's so-called 'entanglement of fate' at all.

Then the woman thought about it.

About two or three seconds later, when the lady looked up at the young 'medium' again, she was already smiling—

"I see!"

(End of chapter)