At 10 p.m., a light rain began to fall again in Beckland, and the light mist gave the glow of the gas street lamps a hazy beauty.

Isenger Stanton's assistant, Bowen, made his rounds around the ground floor and walked to the convex belly window, ready to close the last window.

At that moment, a dark shadow jumped in and landed firmly on the protruding wall.

It's a blue short-haired stray cat!

Bowen saw the other party's big and round yellow eyes looking at him, and couldn't help but chuckle:

"There is no food here. ”

Because detective work is prone to revenge and has a lot of secrets to hide, the cooks and servants in Eisinger Stanton's house are hourly workers who only come for a fixed number of hours a day and don't prepare too much food at a time, which makes it difficult for them to survive after dinner.

The blue shorthair opened its mouth, but instead of meowing, it spoke like a human:

"I'm Sherlock Moriarty, and I'm going to see Mr. Issinger Stanton.

Although the "......" blog post is an extraordinary person cultivated by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the sequence itself is not too high, and the insight is not too much, this is the first time I have met a talking cat, and it is inevitable that I will be shocked and lost my mind for a short time.

It took several seconds for him to regain his consciousness and recall the words of the blue shorthair:

It says...... It says it's Sherlock Moriarty?

This great detective is really not simple!

He can turn into a cat, no, control a cat!

This ability is really weird and terrifying!

Bowen quickly calmed down, didn't answer the blue shorthair directly, and reached out to close the glass window.

After doing all this, he lowered his voice and said:

"Follow me. ”

The blue shorthair jumped off the platform behind the convex belly window, walked nimbly behind Bowen with its tail cocked, and followed him all the way to the second floor, where he knocked on the door of Isenger Stanton's bedroom.

"Is there anything going on?" asked Issinger, who was dressed in a pajama with light stripes.

He was enjoying tobacco at bedtime.

Bowen cautiously pointed to the blue shorthair cat squatting beside him:

"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you. ”

The thin-skinned Issinger raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced down, took two steps back, and let the blue shorthair swagger into his bedroom.

"You go back to your room and go to bed, and you wake up on time tomorrow, we still have cases to follow. Isenger instructed Bowen as if nothing had happened.

When the assistant left, he closed the door, turned to look at the blue shorthair cat crouching next to the easy chair, and chuckled:

"I didn't expect you to have such extraordinary abilities, and I was worried that you would come directly. ”

"I noticed that exclamation point. The blue shorthair said with a smile.

It has to be said that the appearance of such an expression on a cat's face is quite inconsistent, and it will make the witness feel that the hairs of the spine are cold and the hairs stand up.

Esinger did not react to this, took a puff of his pipe, sat down in the easy chair, slowly exhaled the gas in enjoyment, and said with a smile:

"I believe in your wisdom. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. The blue shorthair politely stretched out its paws and saluted.

Issinger looked at it, rubbing his pipe, and said with a smile:

"You should already understand what's going on.

"Although that group of people did not dare to monitor very strictly, for fear of being discovered by me, and told the Night Church and the Steam Church that hehe, once they were exposed, they would also be in a lot of trouble, but I believe that there must be demigods among them, which is both reasoning and some feedback to tell me, after all, I have lived in this street for many years.

"So, humans and animals won't be stopped from entering my house, that's what you've thought about, but when you leave, you're bound to be tailgating, what can you do to get rid of them......? The amount of that money is not small, and it will be very conspicuous to go out with them.

"Let me think about it, are you going to communicate with me and ask me to deposit the money into a designated bank account, and then you will find a number of people to withdraw it in batches and at the same time in different places outside of Beckland?"

Speaking of this, Isenger laughed at himself and said:

"It's the best I can think of, but it's going to be a lot of trouble. ”

The blue shorthair cat did not answer positively, and said with a low smile:

"All I need is you to lend me an unoccupied room and three candles. ”

"No problem. "The price of this share transfer is 12,000 gold pounds, and the buyer is Audrey, the daughter of the Earl of Hall, well, it costs a total of 600 pounds to hire a team of lawyers and accountants, to place an advertisement, and to pay 0.5% stamp duty and 20% class D income tax, leaving 8,940 pounds." ”

Category D tax refers to income tax on business, finance and specialized industries.

I still have to pay taxes...... More than two thousand pounds were lost in one fell swoop...... The blue shorthair's expression was a little dull for a moment.

Klein used to be a night watchman, and his salary did not need to pay personal income tax, and then he was a private detective, and his income was difficult to be supervised, so he never took the initiative to file taxes, and then later, he became an adventurer, because the bounty for pirates was preferential, and he did not need to pay taxes, and he did not have the awareness of this, so even if Eisinger Stanton mentioned the issue of taxes last time, he did not take it to heart, and did not think that there would be much, and as a result, reality gave him a hard blow.

As for why there was no tax on the last equity transaction, it was because the Rune government encouraged initial investment in inventions and creations, and there were corresponding deductions.

After a brief silence, the blue shorthair's whiskers moved twice:

"Okay, you give me the cash, uh, and move to that empty room.

"There's nothing wrong with the cash, right?"

"I've checked that they don't make small moves in this regard, it's an insult to my IQ. Isenger stood up with his pipe and said, "Then remember to give me a signed confirmation of the transaction and mail it over." ”

"It's already on its way. The blue shorthair replied preparedly.

Issinger then walked to the safe in the master bedroom, opened it with a code and key, and pulled out stacks of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.

Then, with the briefcases in hand, he left the master bedroom and entered the guest bedroom diagonally opposite.

"You count. Isinger said to the blue shorthair cat as he put down the briefcases full of cash.

"I believe in you. The blue shorthair cat said after a few glances.

Isenger nodded, pointed to the cabinet, and said:

"There were candles in it. ”

After speaking, he retreated to the door, grabbed the handle, and said with a smile:

"I'm curious how you're going to leave...... I think it's going to be a wonderful 'magic'. ”

With a click, Issinger Stanton closed the door, making the guest bedroom quiet and deserted again.

Next to the blue shorthair cat, a figure wearing an old tricorn hat wearing a dark infrared jacket quickly appeared, which was none other than Crane's secret puppet, "The Grudge" Seignor.

He turned out the candles, quickly arranged a simple altar, omitted all the prerequisites, and said directly in a low voice in Elven language:

"Protector of the sea and the spirits, protector of the Rorsted Islands, ruler of the creatures of the sea, ruler of tsunamis and storms, great Cavitua.

"Thy faithful servant prays for thy gaze;

"Accept His offering;

"Pray that you will open the gates of the kingdom. ”

The wind inside the spiritual wall became fierce, and Señor quickly cut through the skin on the back of his hand with his fingernails, throwing out drops of blood.

As the "resentful spirit" of Sequence 5, everything in him is equal to a material rich in spirituality!

The wind sucked the blood and poured it into the flame of the candle that symbolized the "god of the sea" Kavituva, causing it to swell and turn into an illusory door full of magical signs and symbols.

It took more than ten seconds for the door to squeak heavily, slowly opening a little by little.

Señol lifted the briefcase containing the cash one by one and threw it into the illusory door.

When there was nothing left, a gold coin contained in his body flew out and landed on the altar.

The figure of the "resentful spirit" then vanished, projecting onto the smooth part of the coin.

The gold coin staggered and flew up, followed the briefcase in front of it, and entered the illusory door of sacrifice.

Silently, the mysterious door closed, and the three candles returned to normal.

At this time, the blue shorthair cat seemed to have found itself, looking left and right blankly, and making a meowing sound.

After a while, Isenger opened the door and entered, and found that all the briefcases containing the bills were gone, except for the three candles burning silently, and only the blue shorthair cat arched its back vigilantly.

As he watched the scene deeply, a van drove past at a fork in the street.

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

On the same night, inside a building in the Joewood district.

Hugh returned home in the drizzle, and while wiping his hair with a towel, he said to Folth:

"Your letter has been sent. ”

Furth let out an "um" and secretly guessed when the teacher would be able to reply.

At this time, Hugh put down the towel and said casually:

"There's news from Mr. X's party, it's the same place it was before, Friday night. ”

Well, I can tell Mr. "World"! I don't know how much I have to pay...... Furth's eyes lit up.

Before she could ask for details, Hugh added to herself:

Mr. X also gave him a job that was said to pay very well, well, and told him about people he knew were unlucky. ”

"Someone of bad luck?" said Furth in confusion, "this gentleman has a problem with his brain, right? Who would reveal his surroundings at such a party? ”

"Who knows? Maybe a madman. Hugh didn't know anyone with bad luck, so he replied unconcernedly.

After thinking about it for a while, he still couldn't figure out the true purpose of this task, so he could only put it behind him, and prepared to wait for Hugh to go to the bath, pray to Mr. "Fool", and pass on the corresponding message to "World" Gelman Sparrow.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors