Hearing Hu Cong's words, Alfred suddenly felt that the temperature in the room had plummeted.

An indescribable chill soaked into his body, chilling his blood and bone marrow.

When the liner docked at Utopia Harbor, he had a vision of the worst-case scenario – Utopia was the headquarters of a cult where everyone was a potentially dangerous lunatic.

But now, the truth may be even worse:

Utopia may not exist at all!

At this moment, Alfred was extremely glad that he was no longer the noble young master he had when he left Beckland, and that he had accumulated a wealth of experience and had not really entered Utopia Harbor.

Under the gaze of the adjutant and the servant, the major general paced back and forth a few steps with a calm expression, and calmly ordered:

"Prepare me a telegram to report the matter of Utopia to MI9.

"In the meantime, ask the local official to act immediately, contact the captain, ask for a list of people who have entered Utopia Harbor, and if necessary, visit them one by one to confirm if there is any problem. ”

"Yes. His lieutenant immediately folded his feet together and saluted in response.

When the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to one of the servants:

"Bring up the typewriter downstairs, I'm going to get a detailed report. ”

His plan was to report the key information by telegram without delaying the initial action, and then show more details in the form of classified documents to provide a basis for the military top brass to make judgments.

............

On the steam train platform, Wendel stepped into the second-class carriage with a top hat in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

He was less than thirty years old, with dark sideburns, calm brown eyes, and no memorable features in his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament.

A few months ago, he was an intelligence officer active in the Fenerport section of the Gulf of Desey, where he made a lot of contributions, and now he is an extraordinary Sequence 7, belonging to the Internal Operations Department of MI9.

Today, his purpose was to deliver a classified document to Beckland to Mr. Chief, MI9.

After sitting down, Wendel bought a newspaper from the newsboy outside the window as usual and read it leisurely.

This is a superficial phenomenon, but the real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to sketch the portraits of the passengers around him, remembering their characteristics in all aspects, and making meticulous and perfect preparations for the accidents that may occur later.

Woo!

The whistle sounded, the steam train clattered, and the scenery outside the window sped by scene after scene.

A few hours later, Wendell looked out the window with some apprehension, as the sky was already clouded and a storm was about to fall.

This means that the steam train will stop at a station in advance, wait until the storm is over, or even the next morning, and continue the journey instead of arriving at the scheduled place.

For Wendel, this will cause things to go a little out of his own intended plan, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.

However, there is no way to stop him, and he cannot change the weather like the "sea god" promoted by the new government in the Rorsted Islands.

The only thing he could do was pray, to the "Lord of the Storm".

As it turned out, prayer didn't do much of the time, and when it got darker, the platform ahead was signaled by lights to slow down the train and stop in place.

Woo!

The whistle sounded again, and the train slowed down and finally stopped in a platform that everyone felt a little unfamiliar.

In the next second, near the front of the locomotive that was spewing thin steam, the mechanical door opened, and the conductor stood at the entrance, shouting to the staff on the platform:

"What's going on up front?"

"It's raining, you can't see anything!" replied the site staff member, whose sideburns were already a little gray.

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, which shook everyone and felt the coming rainstorm.

"Damn!" the conductor cursed, "which station is this?"

Because it was an irregular stop, he didn't know which station it was at the moment, after all, the train he was responsible for didn't stop at every stop along the way in the past.

"Utopia! A small station! Now you can arrange it yourself!" the staff member shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with a glass lantern, "I have to signal the train behind!"

The conductor did not have the slightest doubt about the attitude of the staff, because this was a normal scheduling process, otherwise there would be a rear-end collision between the two steam trains.

He could even conclude that the rest of the Utopia station staff were already sending telegrams to other stations to warn them.

Of course, they must have received the telegram only to know that the area ahead had been covered by heavy rain.

"Utopia ......," Wendel whispered over the place, not finding any useful information in his head.

Of course, he didn't care too much, because there were many unknown steam train stations in the entire Rune Kingdom, which was a reflection of the comprehensive strength of a country.

The conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and then said to the passengers with the latest loudspeaker:

"The storm is approaching and the train will stop at Utopia Station until eight o'clock tomorrow morning. ”

He expects the storm to continue into tonight.

"You can stay in the carriage, or you can leave on your own, go to the city, look for a hotel, and tomorrow you only need to provide the ticket stub to get back on the train, remember to be on time. The conductor gave two options.

Wendell looked at the passengers in the second-class carriage, thought for a few seconds, picked up the suitcase, and stepped out of the train.

It's not that he can't accept the hard and abnormal sleeping environment, he has endured a lot of hardships when he was an intelligence officer, he just relies on professional judgment, the flow of personnel is not enough, and the closed carriage is not as safe as a single room in a hotel.

Of course, he could stay up all night, but that will affect his form tomorrow, which is clearly a long way off.

Out of Utopia Station, Wendell got into the taxi carriage on the side of the road and said to the coachman:

"Go to the Municipal Square. ”

In the Kingdom of Rune, there must have been a church and at least one inn near the town square.

"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" asked the coachman, as he let the horses turn quietly.

"Hmm. Wendel, who is a Sequence 7 extraordinary, doesn't hide it.

In his opinion, as long as he is in a town within the country, he can easily find a group of helpers by relying on his identity, and his strength is enough to support him to complete this matter.

"The best hotel in our utopia is 'Red Boots,' are you going there?" the coachman asked in an ambiguous tone that a man understands.

Wendell wouldn't mind enjoying it if he wasn't on a mission, but for now, he could only shake his head without hesitation:

"I wanted a quiet hostel. ”

"Well...... "Well," replied the coachman, with some disappointment, "then go to the Iris Hotel, and no one will harass you." ”

As the carriage moved forward, Wendell looked out the window and observed the situation outside.

Perhaps because of the impending rainstorm, the people on the road were in a hurry, and even the newspaper boy could not keep up his spirits.

"A very small city......" Wendell made his initial judgment from the lack of railroad carriages here.

He saw only one trackless horse-drawn carriage, suggesting that most of Utopia could be reached on foot at the right time.

As he expected, in less than ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the door of the "Iris" hotel.

Wendell paid the fare and walked briskly into the hotel before the rain fell.

A loud bang rang out behind him.

After checking in and putting away his luggage, Wendell rested for a while, and went to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner with the confidential documents in his arms.

Discreetly abandoning alcoholic beverages, he ordered a cup of "sparkling iced tea," which is said to be a local specialty, and served it with a pork cutlet with apple juice.

As an intelligence officer who has been in and out of high society, Wendell didn't expect much from this dinner, but the result was somewhat unexpected:

The pork chop is fried juicy and fragrant, while the apple juice poured over it has a slightly sour taste that takes away most of the oiliness, and the sparkling iced tea has a refreshing feeling and is extremely delicious......

At the time of checkout, Wendell nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said:

"Thank you to the chef for making this wonderful dinner possible. ”

The ordinary-looking waiter replied with a smile:

"No problem.

"In the whole city of Utopia, our 'Iris' chefs are the best. ”

Wendell didn't make small talk, and quickly returned to the room, making some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.

Then he fell asleep without hesitation.

He slept during a period of time that was relatively safe and the potential enemy did not consider suitable for the operation, and "emptied" the night.

After some time, Wendell was suddenly awakened by a violent noise.

He opened his pocket watch and looked at it, and saw that it was not yet early in the morning.

It's right next room...... Woman's voice...... Man's voice...... Wendell sat up, listening, discerning.

At first, he suspected that the man and woman were flirting, but later it turned out that it was so intense that fragile objects were thrown against the wall.

As soon as Wendel muttered, he heard the shouts, curses, and screams of women.

As a gentleman of Rune, although Wendell believes in the "Lord of the Storm", he is a bit discriminatory against women, but this does not prevent him from thinking that men should not be rough with women.

After thinking about it for two seconds, he decided to go over and knock on the door to remind the "neighbors" to pay attention.

At that moment, a scream was heard.

This is clearly from men!

Bang, something heavy fell on the floor.

Wendel's eyebrows moved slightly, and he keenly smelled the scent of a criminal case.

He stood up, put on his coat, and went to the next room, flexing his fingers and knocking twice.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and a beautiful young lady with lake-green eyes and long-flaxen hair appeared in front of Wendel.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her pale green clothes were strecked with bright red blood, and she carried a dagger dripping blood from her hand.

The young lady in her early twenties pursed her lips for a while, and then said in a dreamy tone:

"I killed someone......"