Phippley Street, the street of the rich, the street of paradise, the street of peace and tranquility...

It has many names, and all of them are beautiful names, and it is a beautiful place, surrounded by two crystal clear rivers, and it is exactly like a huge suburban park.

The houses are beautiful and spacious villas, each with a minimum of 3 floors, each with a garden and a larger outdoor swimming pool.

The main thing is that there are car buses, and although it does not go outside the city, it is also a symbol of wealth, after all, most of the departments of the kingdom of Norkeland do not have cars.

The streets are wider than everywhere, the widest is more than six lanes, and the floor looks like emerald gemstones, varied and brilliant in color, and from the sky it looks like a palette.

There are a lot of little things flying in the sky, and they are not elves, but cleaning balls that automatically wash the streets, and they move every two hours, so you can hardly see any dust on Phippley Street.

The facilities here are complete, and you can think of basically all the entertainment facilities, but these facilities are far away from the housing area, after all, the housing area wants to be quiet, but it only takes ten minutes by car and bus, so it is very convenient.

These facilities are all free to use, as homeowners here pay a monthly maintenance fee of 50 wales.

By the way, Phippley Street also has the most famous food street in Jonson, of course, it is basically high-end food, and the consumption is very expensive, except for the Divine Descent Day will be open to everyone for free, usually they only serve the rich.

"It's heaven... After blackmailing Professor Abbot, he came here to buy a house... No, it's a deal!"

Yorkham Jones walked quietly to the shade of the tree, he did not take a horse-drawn taxi directly to the location of Professor Abbot's house, it was not that he did not want to, but only special horse-drawn taxis were allowed to come in, and he was only in a civilian business, and he did not have the permission to enter.

He was able to come in, most of all, because of the Golden Bright Badge, otherwise, he would also be the type who couldn't get in.

Phippley Street is really beautiful, and the places where Yorkham Jones walked were full of birds and flowers, and almost every garden was planted with colorful flowers.

The inhabitants are also idle, and almost every household has people, of course, servants, most of whom are preparing dinner, and some are setting up props for the evening fireworks display.

Whenever Yorkham Jones watched, the inhabitants of the garden would politely smile at him, and even many of them invited him to dinner, as if the people here were very gentlemanly and hospitable.

"When a person's material is perfectly satisfied, and all his time can be enjoyed, then his soul will naturally be biased towards the good side, and "People and Beauty" really didn't lie to me... Of course, the premise is that the person knows how to be satisfied. ”

With a whisper, Yorkham Jones looked at his pocket watch and walked straight to the stop sign.

A few minutes later, as the bus stopped, Yorkham Jones walked up slowly.

The technology here is not as high-end as St. Cotein's, so the buses have drivers.

The driver was a young man in a tuxedo, about twenty years old, with slender fingers and no flesh calluses, looking like a nobleman.

Next to him was a violin backpack, which already identified the man.

A violin player, a music lover... At the same time, he is also a bus driver...

Thinking of this, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but smile on his face, and then looked at the young man again.

With long blonde hair, a face with a bit of feminine beauty, and a beautiful curved body, it is the type that nobles like ...

Of course, maybe a rich lady took a fancy to him, so she arranged this job for him, or maybe a group of rich wives took a fancy to him...

It is also possible that he was favored by both the aristocratic lord and the rich wife...

Thinking of this, Yorkham Jones hurriedly raised the badge of light and prayed silently:

"My goddess, I am guilty..."

Ten minutes later, Yorkham Jones got off at 67 Phipley Street.

This is the residence of Professor Abbot, whose garden is devoid of flowers, and is almost overgrown with weeds except for a few willow trees, which seems to prove that Professor Abbot rarely comes to live here, and does not even employ servants.

"It's really capricious to be rich, and you can't live in such a good place..."

Then Yorkham Jones opened his eyes of light.

As soon as he looked at it, a black mist flowed from the garden, and it was filled with the stench of decay, all of which rushed towards the room on the left side of the second floor.

Seeing this, Yorkham Jones smiled and said to himself:

"Of course, it could also be used to hide something, after all, even if it is an extraordinary profession, it is very difficult to enter and search here without a warrant from the Orthodox Church..."

With that, Yorkham Jones walked around the courtyard and climbed up the water pipe.

Climbing onto the balcony and looking at the locked door, Yorkham Jones smiled slightly, clenched his fist and punched the lock, and walked in.

The inside of the house was very clean, completely different from the cluttered garden outside, and it seemed to be cleaned regularly.

Walking to the front of the house following the black fog that the Spirit Eye saw, Yorkham Jones heard a low roar, a voice that was distant and mysterious, full of ultimate temptation.

These voices may be useful to others, but Yorkham Jones is a stowaway of fate, their souls are connected to the Lord, and all voices that disturb the soul will eventually go to the Lord...

And Lord, no one can disturb Him.

Yorkham Jones didn't break the door because it wasn't time yet, and he knew what was inside.

Then Jokham Jones went to the first floor and turned on the TV.

Sitting on the leather sofa, lying flat and watching the colorful pictures on the screen, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but sigh:

"It's finally not black and white. ”

Then Jokham Jones got up and walked towards the kitchen.

After opening the refrigerator, Yorkham Jones saw many precious ingredients, such as whale bladder, snow carved meat, red ginseng, sturgeon caviar...

"Would you like to make one for you?" Professor Abbott..."

With a whisper, Yorkham Jones went straight to action, and he seemed to treat the villa as if it were his home.

...

At 5.30, Professor Abbott walked into Phippley Street wrapped in a trench coat.

Although it was winter, Professor Abbot's outfit also attracted the attention of others, because he was wearing so much that he even hid his face, and if he hadn't had the corresponding house number, maybe everyone would have thought of him as a thief.

The lovely girl that Yorkham Jones met at noon was also on the same bus, and she sat quietly in the middle seat, although she had a book on her lap, but her eyes did not read the words on the book.

"You have to draw the uncle quickly, or some of the features will start to blur..."As the bus stopped at No. 81, the girl ran off the bus quickly.

Professor Abbot didn't rush to get off the bus until the bus turned around twice and the time came to 6.30, when he stopped at his doorstep.

PS: Chapter 3 is presented, come on!