The next morning, it started to rain early in the morning, and the whole city was buried in the thick fog surrounded by moisture.

In order to go out, Ed had to give up his cane and bring an umbrella to the jewelry store to purchase the needed tea crystals. As for the spring metal used in the bounce device, he chose to use piano silk as the raw material.

The procurement process was quite smooth, and it took only thirty-five pounds to get these things done: tea crystals, piano silk, phantom moth silk, rainbow parrot's tail feathers, sterling silver rings, and amethyst fragments as gem pendants.

Seeing passing by Klein Street, Ed remembered that he had an exclusive copper coin from the Cyclops Club at Mr. Downston, so he might as well pick it up.

He put away his umbrella under the eaves and walked into the Crazy Dream Cafe. The roasting aroma of coffee became more fragrant under the mist of the rain.

The sound of rain outside the eaves seemed to be gloomy guitar. Namelissa let out a chirping and got under the table. The kitten's growth is always changing with each passing day, and it has grown a lot in just a few days.

Since it was rainy and there were few customers, Mr. Downston finally had time to talk to Ed:

"Good morning. The weather is good today?"

"Ha, not bad? Where is it good?" Ed asked with a smile by hanging the umbrella on the umbrella stand.

“Rainy days are a good weather for drinking coffee.”

"But I think there are not as many customers here as usual." He looked around.

"It doesn't matter whether there are too many customers. Rain and coffee are two completely different things: rain water is gray and blue, coffee is black and brown; coffee is dry and full, rain is moist and light; coffee makes people happy, rain makes people sad."

Mr. Downston reached out to play with the glass jar containing white coffee beans and straightened it:

"Two completely different things often produce magic: lemon and black tea, knight and wizard, king and beggar, cat and dog..."

"Okay, you're an expert." Ed rolled his eyes, "By the way, have you received something recently?"

"No. Why are you asking this?"

Didn't receive it? Didn't the coins from the Cyclops be sent here at all?

It seems that this organization is not very reliable. Ed curled his lips. Since that's the case, he had to take time to go to the dream to ask.

"Oh, it's nothing. Give me some food, just prepare it, don't be too expensive, and have another cup of lemon tea."

After saying that, he found a corner and sat down, leaning against the rough and warm red brick wall, waiting for his refreshment.

After a while, the waiter brought bread and lemon black tea coated with applesauce.

Ed picked up the bread and bit it down, almost breaking his front teeth-

There is a sixpence-sized copper coin inside. On the back is a palm inscribed with eyeballs, and on the front are two words: ashes.

One-eyed club coins.

He held the coin in his mouth, pretending to wipe his mouth with a handkerchief and spit it out and put it in his pocket.

He looked up at Townston and saw him blinking quietly at Ed.

I see.

Although there are not many customers in the cafe at this time, after all, they are in public and there is a risk of being targeted. It is a good idea to keep it a secret for you.

Hiss - it was a bit hurting the teeth. Ed licked his front teeth and drank black tea as if nothing had happened.

...

It rained for three consecutive days. When the day of the mission was finally cleared, Ed changed into the outfit assigned to him by the Divine Mechanism Bureau—

A wide sack-like shirt, from head to thigh, also has a pair of undyed trousers and used leather shoes.

In order to ensure that this outfit is fake enough to be fake, he made a special trip to Mole Street in the past two days, wandering around like a gangster, observing the chaos, worries and pain there, and imitating everyone's expression and reaction.

He also scratched his hair in a mess, stained his nails, and used egg yolks to create a layer of fishy yellow tartar, making himself look like a standard Eastside resident.

After two days, Ed had already become similar. If he had been in this group of people, no one would have looked at him more.

The dock area has completely awakened in the morning light. As an important part of the world's most prosperous port hub system, the Jianwan Pier in the early morning has a trace of dreamy noise-

The silver fog river reflecting the golden sunshine in indigo, the damp and fishy water vapor, the old sailing wooden boats and the new steam iron wheels, the dark and busy dock workers, the sailors hanging out in gorgeous holiday suits...

Ed found the agreed bench and sat down, pulled out a homemade newspaper cigarette, and started smoking it in a pretentious manner.

This thing tastes frighteningly bad, has a high lead content and is burnt very quickly. If you are not careful, you will burn your fingers. Except for the poor and cheap smokers, no one will touch this kind of thing. He only dares to let the smoke circulate in his mouth for a little while, and then he quickly spit it out.

"Do you need some Dr. Morrison brand panacea? It is a mixed pill made with magic herbs from the New World that can quickly relieve your discomfort."

A tall young man with a salesman looked like a salesman came over. This was not a code for the connection, and the informant should be a short, fat-faced middle-aged man.

He frowned, and spat out a breath of smoke with great impatientness, spat on the ground and cursed:

"Get out of here, do you think I look rich? Find a big money to cheat me."

The other party was silent for a while and said quietly:

"You are Johnny Rick, are you? Mr. Frank wants to see you."

Frank is indeed the pseudonym of the informant. But why did the other party stop saying the code of the connection? Could it be that the informant was exposed?

If something really happened to the informant, wouldn’t he betray himself a death sentence?

Ed looked at the other person for a few seconds and finally spoke:

"Where is he?"

"Just in the alley there, come with me."

"Okay." He sneered and followed.

In front of me is a narrow alley, with leaf rakes, crates, wooden barrels, and groups of debris piled up like mountains. It is easy to ambush in such an alley.

He took advantage of the other party's inattention and quietly threw the one-eyed spider into the gap between the slats.

"It's here, please ask first." The other party turned around and made a respectful gesture.

Ed walked forward, and before he could take a few steps, he suddenly turned his hand and elbowed him on the other party's cheek.

The other party was shocked and wanted to draw the gun. Ed grabbed the other party's wrist and turned to the back of the fake drug salesman. His arm tightly tied his throat and shouted in a low voice:

"Say, who the hell sent you?"

Suddenly, four gunmen rushed out of the alley, and a brand new rifle pointed at Ed.

Ed did not give in and pulled out the pistol from the salesman's waist and used him as a shield to block it in front of him.

In desperation, the salesman finally spoke up his secret code:

"Can you borrow a fire? My lighter is broken."

It seems that I am safe.

Behind these people, a scarred young man walked out, followed by a short, fat-faced middle-aged man.

"Okay, Frank. The person you found is smart and good at it."
Chapter completed!