"No, we didn't ......" Before Klein's retort could be finished, Benson interrupted with a smile: "Although Elizabeth is indeed a little younger, although her family situation is much better than ours, I think you are still quite suitable, but you may have to wait a few years, she is in public school, her goal is to enter college, and marriage is at least six or seven years later, of course, you can get engaged first." ”

...... Don't think so long-term, okay...... Klein took a breath and said:

"I don't like Elizabeth, well, to be precise, I don't like girls who are much younger than me, I like to be a little more mature. ”

Actually, within reason, I can accept it, but not now...... He reluctantly added in his heart.

"Do you like to be more mature?" Melissa said with a slight frown, "Then you must settle the marriage problem as soon as possible." ”

Crane couldn't understand his sister's jumping thoughts, and asked blankly:

"Why?"

Melissa explained very seriously: "When you have saved up enough money for your future marriage, you are almost twenty-five or sixteen years old, and a girl who is a little more mature than you is at that age, either married or already engaged, do you want to pursue a widow?"

What is this...... Klein replied in Chinese with a dull face.

Benson retorted to his sister with a smile:

"Melissa, you don't understand, in today's middle class, it's not uncommon for women in their thirties to be unmarried or engaged, they are mainly followers of goddesses, most of them have the ability to make a good living, and would rather be single than accept an unsatisfactory marriage, uh, I read in Family magazine. ”

"Really?" Melissa was only a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and didn't know much about anything like that.

Seeing that his brother and sister were more and more interested in chatting, Klein coughed and said:

"By maturity, I mean the state of mind, not necessarily older than me, and it is Benson who should be more worried about marital problems. ”

I'm sorry, brother, but I also had to ...... He silently apologized in his heart.

"......" Melissa was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Originally, I wanted to talk specifically about middle-class marriage, but Benson suddenly shuddered, looked at his sister who was staring at him, and said:

"I am at a turning point in my life, I have to devote all my energy to studying, and when I have a satisfactory job and a certain amount of savings, I will have the confidence to pursue the lady I want and give her a good enough life. ”

Klein and Melissa were stunned for a moment, and then blurted out at the same time:

"Do you have a lady you like?"

Benson, who was just casually perfunctory, was suddenly startled and hurriedly shook his head:

"Nope!"

"I'm just giving you an example!"

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

Inside a slightly darkened and gloomy house in Beckland, Hilston.

In front of the unlit fireplace, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray temples sits in a rocking chair with a dark pipe, staring deeply at the visitors in the sofa area.

He was the owner of the place, Isenger Stanton, a well-known private investigator in the small circle, but he did not open an office, but only hired an assistant to help.

Wearing a white shirt and black vest, Issinger brought his pipe to his mouth, intoxicated and slowly exhaled:

"Half an hour of consultation costs £1, and if I were you, I wouldn't waste a second. ”

The two ladies in the sofa area are Furth Wall and Hugh Dilcha, who have collected information about "Lieutenant General Hurricane" Ziringus, and plan to ask a detective who specializes in deduction to help summarize the behavior of their targets.

Of course, they withheld Zilingers' name and changed the description of the transcendental.

Looking at Esinger, whose face was emaciated, angular and his blue eyes were dark, Hugh Dilcha handed the document bag in his hand to the other party's assistant, a young brown-haired man with a capable temperament wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Detective, I want you to find out from the information the pattern of the target's behavior in Beckland. ”

Although he was not tall, when Hugh Dilcha sat upright and spoke in a deep voice, the majesty still made people want to obey.

Issinger took a deep look at her, took the file bag from his assistant, unwrapped it, and pulled out the information.

He put down his pipe and began to read intently, one by one, without missing anything.

Ten minutes later, the gentleman with gray temples slowly tapped the handrail and said:

"The target has a paranoid fondness for the wind...... Well, in the 'dust capital' of Beckland, he certainly wouldn't pick a polluted area to live in for long-term, that is, he might live in Queens, the West End, Hillston, Joe Wood, or the suburbs of the North Side......"

"The target is a mentally ill serial killer who murders a living person every other day...... It makes sense to target the homeless and homeless, and in Beckland, even the police can't figure out how many there are......"

"The area where the target lives will not be too close or too far away from places like the East End, where there are many homeless people, Beckland Bridge, etc...... Frequent search for victims around is a sign of immaturity that does not match your description...... And if it takes a long time to find the person they want to murder, the target may not be able to control their desires and commit crimes in a situation where they are easily exposed......"

"The goal is to be a veteran sailor with excellent mobility in the water...... A reasonable inference is that the place where he lives is not too far from the river, and in the event of an accident, it will be the best option for him to escape safely......"

......

"Summing up, we can sketch the range of activity of the target, who lives not far from the area of the Beckland Bridge, considering both sides of the Tasok River in the West and Joe Wood districts......"

......

"The information you give can only deduce from these contents. ”

Although it didn't make much sense, it seemed to make sense...... Hugh and Furth glanced at each other, nodded solemnly, took back the information, and got up to take their leave.

Looking at the back of his assistant as he sent the two ladies out, the gray-eyed Issinger pulled out a brass ornament from his waistcoat pocket, a small, spread book, with a vertical eye in the center of the book.

Isinger shook his rocking chair slightly, rubbed the ornament, and whispered to himself:

"Ziringers infiltrated Beckland?"

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

Port Prieze, somewhere in the basement.

Alger, the "hanged man", sat in a chair and looked coldly at the squirming and struggling man in front of him.

The man was dressed as a sailor, his head was completely wrapped in a pale blue film of water, and his face was purple and red.

His hands kept clutching at his face, but he could only throw out drops of liquid.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and gave a signal to give in.

The corners of Alger's mouth curled up and he clapped his hands casually.

The pale blue film of water immediately disintegrated, turned into raindrops, and fell to the ground.

The man dressed as a sailor gasped for breath and coughed violently, tearing his heart to the point of shattering his lungs.

When the other party calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly, imitating the calm and indifferent tone of the fool and said:

"Tell me, the purpose of Zielingers' trip to Beckland. ”

"He, he's here to complete a commission, but I don't know exactly what it is. The pirate had lost all the will to resist, and replied honestly and frankly, "I only know of the benefits he may obtain, as Ziplingers once proudly mentioned to us, if things go well this time, he will get an item that he has dreamed of for a long time, and the 'Four Kings' of the Pirates will become the 'Five Kings'." ”

Alger frowned, lost in thought.

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

On Monday morning, Klein still did not rest, and continued to check the houses with red chimneys in Tingen according to the plan.

Unfortunately, this time, he still failed to find the target.

He returned home at noon, warmed up last night's leftovers, nibbled on a loaf of oatmeal, and slept for an hour.

At 2:40, Crane put down the book in his hand, sealed the bedroom with spirituality, and re-entered the mysterious space above the gray mist.

He sat down casually on the bronze table, ignoring the frequency of the "sun's" heartbeat, stretched out his right hand, and responded in advance.

Inside the Silver City.

Derick Berg was sweating on the practice field, and suddenly he saw a heavy gray fog, and saw the "fool" sitting on a high-backed chair in the depths of the gray fog.

He was stunned for a moment, then stopped his movements and lowered his head.

When the "hallucination" disappeared, he silently counted his heartbeat, took the silver-white straight sword, and walked quickly to the rest area.

After a thousand heartbeats, he had locked himself in a separate bathroom.

After waiting for a dozen more breaths, he saw a crimson light rush from the void, drowning himself in one fell swoop.

Above the gray mist, Crane leaned back in his chair, tapped his left tooth twice, and quietly turned on his vision.

He saw that in the depths of the etheric body of the "sun", the mottled color became pure, like the morning light, so he smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Mr. Hymnist. ”

At the same time, he noticed that the bright stars behind the other party's high-backed chair were moving rapidly, reorganizing into a symbol of the sun.

It doesn't take my mind to change naturally, like a conditioned reflex...... Well, nothing else that has been embodied except the palace, the long table, and the chairs has been preserved since I left here...... They are very special...... There are a lot of secrets above this gray mist...... Crane looked thoughtfully at everything in front of him.

Darek lowered his head again, and replied with restraint and humility:

"It's all about your help, and this is just the beginning. ”

He wasn't at all surprised that the Fool could see that he had taken the potion.

At this time, Klein took out his silver pocket watch, looked at it, and chuckled:

"Then let's start meeting, remember, and then it's probably this frequency, well, or interval. ”

As he spoke, he established a connection with the crimson star, which symbolized "justice" and "the hanged man", and pulled the two members back into the grand palace like the abode of giants.

As soon as Audrey saw the scene in front of her clearly, she immediately greeted in a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, I have here a page of the diary of Russell the Great. ”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, have you got the 'Mind Reader' recipe?"

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