There was a mistake when paying, because the two wallets he stole did not add up to 330 becquerels, so he was forced to pay the bill with the hat, which was of good quality, as a private agreement with the boss.
"Here are your keys." The boss happily threw the keys to him. "Have a good dream, Mr. Martin."
The other party didn't care how many days he could stay since he was so poor. Anyway, the wharf was now a key support area for public security management, so if anything happened, they could just call for help.
The man's room was on the third floor. He walked up the creaking stairs, occasionally hearing various ping-pong and clanging noises.
There were people… Even here there were many people, and they had lined up on the third floor. You could imagine how popular the hotel business was. There were even people from other places, who had heard that Wayne had the most opportunities now, and wanted to bring people here to try their luck.
He sighed, found his room and pushed the door open.
The environment was better than he thought.
Although the wooden door was so fragile that it couldn't even withstand his punch, the wall panels were so thin that he could hear the noise of the young couple doing their business, the floor was black and it was unclear whether it was dirt or oil or something stuck on it, and there was almost no furniture in the room except for a bed and a table.
But all he needed was an "empty shell that could be used as a temporary shelter."
He may not necessarily need this identity - the boss called him Martin just now, but that was just the identity proof left in his wallet.
"There's actually a bed."
"And the sheets are surprisingly clean."
After walking for so long, Martin was also tired. He found a wooden stick behind the door and pinned it to the wooden door, then threw himself on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.
In his dream, he vaguely saw a figure.
"You're late." The figure's voice sounded like a dream.
"I need to prepare." The man protested, "There are many things to do... You know we are planning to make a big move, I have to arrange a retreat for myself."
"A wise choice." The figure nodded, "Are you planning to go to Elsa Continent?"
"Yes, because it should still be the 'barbaric era' over there. If I don't succeed here, I want to look for opportunities there."
"What about me? You won't keep me here?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, dear..." The man smiled maliciously, "If we fail, I will have to leave. If you stay, won't they lock you in the closet again?"
"...They should have noticed my extraordinaryness. I won't necessarily be locked in the closet."
"But you certainly can't display those things as you please." The man interrupted.
"What did you tell me at the beginning? You said something dangerous was coming to Wayne, and you didn't want to face it, and said we would fail, and then you instigated me to do these things!"
He became more and more angry as he spoke: "And now you treat me like this? Are you going to abandon me?"
"I don't mean to abandon you..."
The figure sighed.
“I don’t support you doing those things either…”
"Then why did you show us those things!!!"
The man's body suddenly swelled in the gray fog of the dream world. His entire upper body was almost blown up to three times its size by anger, and he turned into a ferocious giant.
"We were all about to give up - it was all because of you! You insisted on telling us that! That forbidden knowledge... How do you want me to feel? How do you want all the people who died during this period to feel? Have you ever thought about how I would face them if I gave up?"
"So I didn't try to persuade him." The figure's tone was still calm.
It was as if it did not actually possess human emotions, and its so-called sighs were not out of pity.
"…It's too late to say anything now."
The man's body returned to normal and he also sighed.
"All the 'light of salvation'... the power developed over the years has almost all come to Wayne by taking advantage of the trend of going out to sea. If we miss this period of time, there will be no such good opportunity again. No matter what, we need an explanation, at least we need them to apologize."
"Your request is not excessive in my opinion." The figure said, "But others don't think so."
The man paused and said, "That's not something I can control."
"To put it bluntly, what kind of fruit will be produced by the original choice? Is it up to us to decide?"
"That's not the case... We are just poor people who go with the flow. The people who really decide the direction of the water flow are in the noble district, in that palace! No matter what the result is, it is their retribution, and they should have nothing to say."
“A lot of people are going to die.”
"…I don't care! Don't you understand me?"
As if his reverse scale had been touched, the man was about to become furious again.
"I have already paid that price..."
"I did it myself..."
"You think I care if other people die?"
"No! It's best for me if this place is destroyed!"
"I'm going to Elsa..."
"I don't care...I don't care what happens to the people here..."
The further he talked, the more the man's spirit trembled and became excited.
He seemed extremely anxious and in pain, his whole body curled up like a baby sleeping in the womb, and his crying could be faintly heard.
"Amura..."
The figure slowly floated towards him, opened its arms to him, and called out his real name.
"do not come!"
Amera looked up suddenly, as if she saw something horrible, and shrank back violently.
"Don't...don't touch me...here!"
"..."
The figure paused and did not come closer.
The atmosphere was silent for a while, and a whisper came from the mist.
"I know this is very upsetting to you."
"But I still have to remind you, according to the information I received in my dream, your adoptive father seems to have some backup plans."
"Um……?"
Amera narrowed her eyes and stood up straight.
"…What's the back-up plan?"
"He hid the secret letter he had communicated with you before. I saw it in their dreams."
The figure said calmly.
"If you don't deal with this matter quickly, your status as a deceased person will be ruined."
Chapter 77 Infiltration
"Will this really work..."
Staring at the gloomy sky outside the window, Agent Dorey leaned against the small hiding place and spoke to her companion in an almost complaining tone.
Her partner is the equally inexperienced Lori, the one who initially specialized in jewelry thefts and almost capsized in the ditch of the corner tower. They are now partners.
Duo Lei was a little angry. She remembered that there was a rule in the Security Bureau that the old should lead the new, which means that if a duo was to be formed, it would usually be a veteran leading a novice.
Similar to when she was entrusted to Alfred before, although the old crow had many shortcomings, it must be admitted that he was very reliable, and some of the case experiences he talked about also opened Dorey's eyes.
What can Lori do? He can't even handle a jewelry theft case, and now he has even offended the director. This guy doesn't even feel ashamed.
Lori obviously didn't hear her complaints. He looked much more excited than Dolly. He kept lying in the gap between the windows of the small room, observing the opposite side with a brass telescope that had been polished to a shine.
The house they hid in was located at 306 Yongen Road, diagonally opposite the house where Alfred had the accident. It had been abandoned for some time. The original owner died without an heir, so the property was entrusted to the local community and was handed over to the local monastery or church for sale after one year of trusteeship.
However, it has never been sold. There are rumors that this house is haunted and the original owner was a little crazy when he was alive - he nailed up all the windows of the house with wooden strips.
This made it look like the door was sealed from the outside, at least from the street. They could hide and observe through the gaps in the wooden boards to see if anyone was approaching No. 306.
"Why are you asking me?" Lori said, "This method was thought up by the director. It doesn't cost much anyway. I think it's a great idea..."
"So hurry up and get up, Duolei. We are responsible for surveillance. What are you doing lying here?"
"We are not the only ones responsible for surveillance." Duolei rolled her eyes while lying on the ground. "Alfred is also very important to me. Why can't you understand me and make sarcastic remarks here?"
"Oh, if you're still in the same state as before, then I definitely won't make fun of you." Lori glanced at her.
On the day of the accident, including the exploration of the corner tower the next day, the impression Dolei left on him was mostly "sad", "calm", and "immature but reliable in making key decisions".
The result was like this in just a few days... Didn't she believe that this method could catch the murderer?
Lori actually guessed right, but Dorey really didn't believe it.
Before being dragged back for surveillance, she had been running around the city, investigating the financial institutions that Alfred had used to transfer funds.
She firmly believed that if she was given a little more time, she would be able to find out the answer. However, at this most critical juncture, she was told, "Put aside what you are doing. Here are more important and more reliable methods that can help you achieve your wish."
At first I thought I had caught the person, but when I came back I found out it was a scam.
The news was released as obscurely as possible, saying that "a hidden compartment was found in the house at 306 Yong'en Road, which contained a lot of evidence of Alfred's connection with the 'Light of Salvation' over the years."
Is this thing useful?
Stop joking, okay... Duolei felt that if the old agent could really rule out suicide, and if she was the murderer, then she would definitely not care about this kind of news.
I don't know where I went after killing everyone. It's possible that I'm not even in Wayne Port anymore. What's the point of you playing this game now?
That was why she had no expectations, and she had only lived with Alfred for a short time. If, as the investigation showed, Alfred had been supporting those people for a long time, then they must have known him for much longer than this.
That's a span of more than 30 years. How did they communicate during these 30 years? If it's all in encrypted form, and there's no telling what to do with it after it's decrypted, then what can we do with this kind of evidence even if we really find it?
It certainly cannot be used as evidence in court.
"Ok?"
As Duolei was thinking about this, she suddenly heard Lori say "hmm".
With a rising “hmm” at the end, she couldn’t help but sit up, frowned and asked, “Is there anyone approaching?”
"Just a passerby." Lori put down the telescope, then raised it to take a look. "He looked over there three times when he passed by. He even stopped outside the fence and wanted to lean in, but he finally left."
"You're curious, right?" Duo Lei lay down as soon as she heard it. "Although the news is blocked, people living in Yong'en Road can still find out."
Who says that everyone who lives here is either rich or noble?
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have given the agents houses as rewards here, because Yong’en Road has the best environment and the best public security.
The two men were chatting casually in the small room, and outside, the guy who was just judged as a "passerby" by Lori was actually Amara.
After receiving the intelligence tip, he believed that he had to come back because the deceased's belongings involved a very important matter, something that he, the murderer, did not allow outsiders to know.
...Alfred can be said to be his adoptive father.
[Someone is following us.]
Another reminder came to my mind: [Southeast 45° angle, if you are lucky, you can take the opportunity to go in.]
Although he was used to the "magic calculations" of this thing, Amura was still confused by this unreasonable inference.
"You might as well be more clear."
[The sky will clear up, that's the angle at which the first ray of sunlight comes down.]
How is this kind of thing calculated?
Walking on the road, Amara looked up at the sky.
The dark clouds were gone, and the sky was pale, gloomy and grey. When I looked up, I could feel the prickly rain falling on my face.
[Every flower and every tree is the world.] The voice said, [What people don’t know, even God doesn’t know, the world knows.]
"Shut up... I told you not to talk to me about the 'world' again!"
Cursing under his breath, Amera began to circle southeast of the house.
"...Where's the time?"
[31 seconds later.]
"very good."
[Actually... I don't recommend you do this.] The voice seemed to hesitate.
