Chapter 55 I've Met This Detective
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As the captain of the Nighthawks team, Dunn Smith naturally knew where the underground mystical materials trading market in Tingen was, but because he still had things to do, Leonard was the one who ultimately took Klein and Lin Ruo to the underground trading market.
The whole process didn't have any accidents. Because Klein had no money, Lin Ruo wasn't convenient to show his face, and Leonard temporarily didn't have anything he wanted to buy, the three of them basically just wandered around the underground trading market, letting Klein familiarize himself with the place, and then returned to the Blackthorn Security Company.
Afterwards, when it was time, Lin Ruo bid farewell to the two and returned to Backlund.
Sitting up from the soft mattress, Lin Ruo walked to the window and glanced at the bright sunshine outside, then came to the desk.
The quill representing truth appeared in his palm. Lin Ruo pondered for a moment and wrote:
[Soon after Mr. A arrives in Tingen, the Church of Storms will discover this. They will therefore determine that the True Creator does indeed have a major conspiracy in Tingen, and then send a demigod to Tingen.]
Golden handwriting, like a brand, floated in the air. Lin Ruo suddenly groaned, feeling that nearly two-thirds of the energy in his body was consumed at once.
But he didn't care, just quietly watching the golden handwriting disappear into the air.
This was his purpose in guiding Mr. A to Tingen—he wanted to use this to make the Storm Old Pigeon truly believe what he had said when he pretended to be an angel before, and then send a demigod into the arena.
This was necessary, after all, even if Ince, that dog thing, wasn't mentioned, now that Megose was indeed pregnant with the offspring of an evil god, Lin Ruo needed enough power to enter the arena to ensure that the offspring of the evil god wouldn't cause any trouble.
But because of the characteristics of 0-08, Lin Ruo couldn't directly report the existence of Megose to the church, which would be tantamount to directly telling Ince and 0-08 that a guy already knew about your opportunity.
So Lin Ruo's choice was indirect guidance. The mysterious angel could know that there would be a great disaster in Tingen in the future because of a prophecy. Mr. A knew the words of the angel and went to Tingen to confirm the situation was very reasonable, and the Storm Old Pigeon, after discovering the traces of Mr. A, determined that Tingen had a major conspiracy and arranged for a demigod to enter the arena was also not abrupt.
Of course, Lin Ruo knew that his arrangement might not be noticed by 0-08.
But, on the one hand, he knew that 0-08 and Ince had different positions. 0-08 itself was quite willing to kill Ince, so even if the other party noticed something was wrong with these indirect and reasonable things, they might not remind Ince.
On the other hand, even if 0-08 reminded Ince, as long as there was a Storm Old Pigeon demigod-level existence entering the arena, plus him, a ninety-second demigod who knew a lot and could guide fate, the worst result would be to strangle the offspring of the evil god Megose was pregnant with in the cradle and prevent the disaster. It's just that Ince, that dog, might take 0-08 and run away in advance.
To be honest, what Lin Ruo was most afraid of now was Ince discovering something wrong halfway and running away with 0-08. In that case, he really had no way—[Truth] can't turn impossible things into possible things after all. If Ince was determined to escape, Lin Ruo would also be very difficult.
Moreover, the other party's escape didn't mean that the crisis was resolved. After all, the Storm Demigod couldn't stay here forever, and Lin Ruo couldn't always pay attention to Tingen. If Ince brought 0-08 back for a surprise attack in the future, the Nighthawks team would probably be wiped out again.
So Ince must be resolved in this incident. He won't leave a time bomb to Tingen!
Thinking like this, the emotions in Lin Ruo's eyes churned, but he suddenly covered his face, and then the whole person knocked his head on the desk.
So why is 0-08 a fate-based one!
If it wasn't a fate-based one, where would he need to be so passive, he could arrange Ince in minutes!
Although it is also very challenging... …
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"I vaguely remember when I left this morning, you told me that you would write the letter, and asked me to help you mail it back..." Xio, who was only one meter five but stood out with a five-meter-one aura, put her hands on her hips and looked down at Fors, who was paralyzed on the sofa, no different from a salted fish, and issued a soul question.
"So, where's the letter?"
"Cough..." Fors immediately shifted her eyes somewhat guilty, and then thought of something, shifted her gaze back, and muttered with a justified tone: "I haven't thought about how to write it yet, after all, this matter is so important, I always have to carefully consider it."
"Hehe!" Xio Diercha glanced at her, the expression on her face clearly writing the words "Do you think I believe it".
But then she said somewhat helplessly: "Fors, I know you like to procrastinate, but this is something related to your life, please be serious!" While speaking, she pulled Fors's arm, trying to "save" this hopeless salted fish from the clutches of the sofa.
In fact, Fors, who was still guilty, obediently sat up following her strength, and retorted: "And I don't know anything about that Ross Earl, writing a letter to a stranger, I always have to be cautious!".
This was not entirely an excuse. In fact, the reason why Fors Wall, who had originally decided to finish writing the letter this morning, hadn't moved a word so far, besides suffering from the writer's exclusive disease of procrastination, was also because of this concern.
Hearing her words, Xio suddenly turned around, grabbed the bag that had just been casually thrown on the table, then took out a few pages of paper from it, and handed it to Fors, saying: "Here, Ross Earl's information."
Fors took the information and was immediately overjoyed, hugged Xio, and said: "Great, Xio! You are so capable!"
Xio didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
Then, when Fors went to look at this information, she thought of something again and hesitated: "Speaking of which, this guy feels a bit familiar to me, it seems like I've seen him somewhere before..."
"Familiar?" Fors glanced at her and said: "Maybe you really met before, after all, he is a detective and you are a bounty hunter, maybe you met when he came to the East Borough!".
"That's right." Xio nodded, but her brows were not completely relaxed.
Although what Fors said made sense, she always felt that it wasn't like that... …
But where exactly she had seen him, Xio couldn't remember.
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That night—
Klein, who had been busy all day, sat at his desk, reading the newspaper. Suddenly, layers of illusory prayers echoed in his ears.
This is... Lin Ruo is praying to me? Klein's thought flashed, putting down the newspaper, in order to prevent being discovered by his older brother and younger sister at home, he first locked the door, and then took four steps backwards to enter the gray fog.
Then he saw the edge of the ancient mottled bronze long table, the side of the Fool's seat, with obvious brilliance rippling in circles.
Although not very experienced, Klein, who was still calm, then tentatively spread his spirituality and touched the rippling light.
The scene in front of him suddenly changed, presenting a blurred desk, and a black-haired youth was praying in front of the desk with his eyes closed.
It really is Lin Ruo, but how should I pull him up... Mr. Fool, who was not very skilled in his business, thought for a while, and then thoughtfully stretched his hand towards the halo that was constantly rippling.
Immediately afterwards, he instinctively spread his spirituality, establishing a stable and mysterious connection with the person in the picture.
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Lin Ruo, who was originally praying to the Fool, opened his eyes as if feeling something, and then saw the top of the bronze long table, the mysterious and unusual figure wrapped in thick gray fog, seemingly overlooking everything.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously as he looked at the other party, smiling and saying:
"Good evening, Mr. Fool!"
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