Realizing that something was behind him, he immediately took back his spiritual sense and slowly raised his hands.

"what are you doing here?"

Behind him, Miss Quinn's hoarse and cold voice was heard.

Huh... Ed then breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hands and turned around and said:

"In the room, there is a hidden basement..."

"What? Eaton didn't tell you that there was... Forget it, nothing..."

She gently wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, as if she wanted to wipe away the anxiety on her expression, and gave a look into the room: "Go into the room and talk."

So Ed politely opened the door of the detective office and asked the lady to go in first. Then he turned on the electric light, and the warm orange light instantly filled the room.

Miss Quinn ignored him completely and walked straight into the house. Even inside, she still refused to take off the dark gray scarf.

Ed didn't feel embarrassed, so he raised his hand and held the hat on the hanger, turning around and walking into the house:

"So, what exactly does that hidden basement do?"

"My bedroom. Why, the first time I visited a girl's boudoir?"

My common sense tells me that the bedrooms of normal women will not be decorated like this.

Of course, Ed dared not say this.

Speaking of which, there are indeed only four rooms on the second floor, one of which is Mr. Eaton, the other one of which is Arthur, and the other two are the reception room and the kitchen, which do not have the function of living.

He always thought Miss Quinn should have another residence, but he didn't expect that she would actually live in the basement.

Quinn took a bottle of whiskey and glass of wine from the wine rack, pried open the cork with a knife, and slapped it on the sofa, raising his legs and drinking it on his own.

The butterfly winged folding knife was really impressive. Ed could see the dark blue feather-like metal pattern deep in the steel, like a burning night sky. The two rotating handles were decorated with ivory and abalone shells, pure white as fat, as bright as stars, and with a curve that suits hands.

The entire blade was like a broken sword blade, like a defective product obtained by a clumsy blacksmith repeatedly forging the fragments of the sword, but it was full of a suffocating beauty like a curse.

"Where is Mr. Eaton? Why are you the only one coming back early?"

"Because tonight is..." She stopped with her hands holding up her cup, "Why should I tell you?"

"Because maybe we will be colleagues in the future?"

"Eaton wants to recommend you to be an agent? It seems that he is more ill than me."

She sneered, drank the golden wine in the cup, and picked up the bottle and poured it back.

"He didn't say it, but I guess that's what he meant."

Out of courtesy, Ed did not sit on the sofa with her, but moved a stool and sat opposite her.

"Listen to the boy, the Shentuo Bureau is not the kind of hot commodity you think. This is a muddy pond. Once you get stuck, you can never get rid of it - either die or go crazy. The best ending is to retire and stay in a sanatorium, spend the rest of your life half crazy and half stupid."

Quinn stopped halfway and said, "She pinched the edge of the glass and shook it gently, the wine rose and fell like a tide, and the faint peat burnt fragrance of whiskey floated towards her.

"I know."

"If you are in a hurry to use money... this way, I can help you with money, continue to go to school, or do some serious business. As you like, you can pay it back slowly."

Ed asked without a positive response, instead smiling:

"Don't you invite me to have a drink?"

"Are you an adult?"

“Depending on the price of the wine.”

"Then you'd better not drink it, it's not good for people."

"But why are you still drinking?"

"That's because...!" Quinn suddenly realized the language trap Ed set for her.

Crack! The cup in your hand turned into sharp debris and poured down.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she didn't even realize what was going on.

Ed was also frightened. He just wanted to make Miss Quinn speechless, but he didn't expect that the other party's reaction would be so intense.

Quinn looked at the stubble embedded in her palm, and her expression showed a hint of fear.

She rubbed her palms gently and let the blood-stained glass fall to the ground. Her pine needle-colored eyes dim, and a few haggard bloodshots faintly appeared:

"As you can see, I've been too deep."

The two were silent.

Kiss kiss kiss kiss...

Ed was thinking about what he should say, only he heard the brass gears on the wooden base of the printing telegraph machine rotated, and accompanied by a crisp sound, shaking the paper strip plate, printing symbols of varying lengths on the paper strip.

He immediately walked over quickly, crossed the thick cable under his feet, took out the password book from the drawer with his right hand, and picked up the pencil with his left hand and translated the message on the straw paper:

Quinn also stood up and walked to the password machine to wait for Ed to translate the code. Her haggard state had already passed away and disappeared without a trace.

There was a werewolf attack at No. 22, Bauhinia Street, please support it as soon as possible.

The translation of the cipher text is as above.

No. 22, Bauhinia Street, isn’t it the cold winter bookstore? Ed’s face changed. Could it be that something happened to Mr. George?

He handed the copied straw paper to Quinn, and his heart was mixed. He had a good impression of Mr. George, and he wanted to use it as a common place to collect information.

Miss Quinn didn't take the straw paper, but turned around and asked:

"Are you sure the telegram content is true?"

"I used the encrypted message given to me by Mr. Eaton. As long as the password book is not leaked, it will definitely be true."

"That's good, what's said above?"

Um?

Ed looked up and found that Quinn was dodging his eyes and refused to take the note.

Could she be... illiterate, right?

Although the literacy rate of citizens in the Kingdom of Leriya is as high as 83%, there is still 17%.

A slight curve was slightly evident across the corner of his mouth. He stood up and handed over the printed paper tape, paper note and password book respectfully, and said with a sincere look:

"You'd better proofread it yourself. After all, I'm just an outsider and maybe I'll make a mistake."

Miss Quinn's cheeks twitched awkwardly, her face turned from black to blue, and then she felt a hint of redness:

"You talk..." She uttered the first few words fiercely, and then her voice became more and more unconfident, "...I don't recognize words."

"Then do you promise to bring me with you?"

"You will only cause trouble for me and kill yourself by the way." Quinn refused the proposal, and his tone was decisive.

"It's different. I'm an extraordinary person now. If the murderer hides inside, the one-eyed spider can come in great use."

"Oh, okay..." After hesitating for a while, Quinn let out a sigh and half annoyed breath, stretching out two fingers to point to the ceiling, "I promise."

"A werewolf attack occurred at No. 22, Bauhinia Street, quickly."

Before Ed finished speaking, Quinn cleanly put on a gun bag, put on her coat, and hurriedly walked out with the metal mask of the hideous dog, obviously trying to get rid of him and act alone:

"Don't run around here, remember to lock the doors and windows."

Dada, Quinn took no slow steps, and watched her push open the door. The moon tonight was covered by layers of clouds, and it was dark and dark, like that rainy night.

Just as she was about to step out of the door, Ed held his last hope and spoke earnestly:

"Trust me, Miss Quinn, I can take good care of myself."

Suddenly, Miss Quinn stopped in place.

Slowly, she half turned around, Ed did not retreat and stared into her eyes.

"Since you have made up your mind, come on..."

She stood at the door and said. The night was particularly compatible with her, just like a grey wolf in the quiet forest.
Chapter completed!