Goodbye Grand Detective, Alien Consciousness

Author: Lin Zilai

Acet's gaze always stopped on the man with a beard and wearing gold -border glasses. The appearance of his beard should be very young.

She has noticed the differences between the two people. Even if these two young people are wearing workers' outfits, the confidence of the hope for life on their bodies is enough to prove that their identity is not the residents of the Eastern District.

The middle -aged and elderly men standing next to them are the best comparisons. People who are tired in the Eastern District all year round may have the taste of wine, smoke or rotten fish and shrimp, and even knives hidden under the clothes.

But there are very few light in their eyes.

Acet felt that the man in Daiki -border glasses was very familiar. She wanted to ask his name, and she was afraid that it was just an empty joy.

Mike took the words: "Are you using those children? Who are you working for?"

Aiste shook his head and replied: "No, for myself. Their age makes people easily ignore their words, but what these children can hear every day are much broader than me with their feet.

And their respect is also other reasons. "

She walked slowly, patting Mike's shoulder, and a finger erected on her right hand to fall to her lips: "Don't look at me like this, I am also a" stealing person ', Mr. reporter, you should be more alert. "

"What?" Mike held a ball of air in his right hand. He didn't respond at all. The pen had turned around in Acet's fingers. He didn't even notice what she had done at all.

Claine saw this rapid process, but what he was even more shocked was the content revealed in her words -she was a "stolen", which was exactly the way he had speculated with Acet before!

Too similar coincidences are superimposed, and there will only be one possibility to point.

Old Kohler smiled beside him: "The demeanor when you speak is not like a thief, Amel."

When Aiste heard the title of "upper way", the corners of his lips immediately increased: "People always have to have a living technology.

Mike has picked up the pen from Acet, and I don't know what to say: "Well, I really know your ... 'craft', thank you for your reminder."

Aiste shrugged indifferently: "I wish you a smooth interview, I should make today's meals."

"Actually, if you want to understand the news of the market, the Berkland Post is also a good choice. There are a lot of information on the previous newspapers." Klaine suddenly said so, making Old Kohler and Mike dazed.

That was a newspaper that he advertised for Sherlock Moriati, a "detective signboard".

Ace did not speak for a while, but silently wrote down the name of the newspaper in his heart, and the "previous" of the opponent's special name.

Mike would make mistakes, thinking that Claine was reminding him to advertise in disguise, and hurriedly answered: "The Daily Observation News is also good. There are many in -depth reports. If you are interested in news, you can find a bookstore or a cafe to buy a bookstore or a cafe.

One copy, the word of mouth is very good. "

Claine Entrusted: "Yes, you are still dangerous to deal with those children, after all, there are always gangs behind them staring."

Esste smiled, and nodded at Cherin: "Thank you for your reminder, I will go to see it."

Then she waved goodbye to a few people and turned to the direction of the public carousel station.

Old Kohler looked at Acet's back and shook his head: "It sounds so young, and it is so elegant, but it has embarked on the road of thieves ..."

Claine's heart was empty, and I couldn't help feeling sad for Acet. I transferred the topic and said, "Should we walk around the depths of the East District? I am afraid there is nothing to write in this interview."

Mike also ordered his laptop and found that there was really nothing to remember. The lady was full of secrets, like a urban legend: "Okay, let's hurry up, and trouble Old Keller to introduce us to us.

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Claine held back the idea of ​​looking back and walked to the other side of the street with Mike and old Kohler.

Intersection

Hilston District, outside a cafe door.

After simply "communicating" with the boss through performance, Acet obtained a permission to perform on the open -air seat at the door to help the store solicit guests. But the same, the tip of her tipping income finally divided the boss to pay

The venue fee of the performance.

Acet has been doing this for the past two days, and she finds that it is more convenient to play music to show it directly.

During her performance, she no longer became the sneaky appearance of the Eastern District, showing her original face. She didn't worry about meeting acquaintances, because Berkland was big enough, and a person swimming in this city was

It is small as a grain of sand in the Tassok River.

The sense of loneliness is unavoidable. Since the conversation that day, Xiao Wu's sleeping state is increasing. Acet can feel that it is avoiding communicating with himself, but it is not sure the reason.

At the end of noon, people who lingered back had to go back to the busy work. Ace also tipped a lunch in the store with a tip.

", Eat while watching.

The boss enthusiastically gave Acet's 50 % discount and invited her to perform again tomorrow. Acet could only refuse euphemistically. She would not stay too much in one place.

Her destiny is difficult to connect with others, and it is not more convenient in terms of hidden whereabouts.

The merchants here are much taller than the Lumland Flower Street in the southern area of ​​the bridge, which is closely related to their living standards. Acet's money in the East District rented a house and made it back in just two days.

It is not stable, but there is a kind of natural attraction in her performance that can resonate, and the power of no song is so obvious.

As long as the attention of the official extraordinary person, Acet feels that this business is quite good, at least she is very satisfied.

There are not many special contents in the newspaper. Acet swept those anecdotes and advertisements for Berklander's anecdotes and advertisements. They decided to end the performance early today and go to a public library to inquire about the previous "Beckland Post"

Then, then

A few hours later, Acet took the Barkland Post half a month ago and turned around for ten minutes, and finally at the location of the seventh and eighth editions, I saw the small

The small strip was squeezed into a group of notices, so she almost fainted by saliva:

"Sherlock Moriati, a private detective who is good at dealing with various affairs, has a reasonable charges, strictly abides by the principle of confidentiality, and lives on No. 15, Minsk Street, Jude District."

"This name gets up ... it really has the beauty of fighting with yourself. This advertising position is really concealed, and it seems cheap." Acet lamented two sentences, silently remembering the address on the newspaper, and it would be the address on the newspaper.

After returning the borrowed newspaper, walk into a little dark night.

She can't wait to go to the "Holmes".

Intersection

Joewood District is also close to the Tassok River, but it can open a gap with the economic level of the southern area of ​​the bridge. Although it is not as prosperous as the Hilston District of the Financial Center, many of them prefer to gather here.

There are also a lot of houses in the section area, but after I have read the house prices in the newspaper a long time ago, Acet has never considered the past.

Without him, expensive.

The weekly rent is close to a pound, and I can't afford to live with Acet's savings. She has not even used things that can be used as a proof, let alone hold it in these single -family houses or town houses.

Friendly exchanges, when you want to integrate the expenses spent in the community, think of it to make her feel desperate.

There is a little benefit of chaos in the Eastern District, that is, no one will care about your life, and will not follow others when there is no benefit.

Acet took the steam subway for more than ten minutes and resumed Berkland's map in her mind. She took a public carriage and got out of the car near Minsk Street.

A few light spots fell from Acet's horns and drilled into her pockets, completely isolated from the small five pairs of external senses. Out of selfishness, she did not want Xiao Wu to know the special "resurrected colleague" specially.

Aceto can trust Xiaoqi, but it is not very able to trust the small five.

Aiste re -coveted his cloak and mask, walked in the elegant gas lamp along the road, until the door of the room on the 15th, she pulled the rope at the door.

The bells loud by the rope shaking, spreading the sound throughout the living room. The people who opened the door came very quickly. It seemed that they couldn't wait to wait for visitors to come to the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Detective." Acet couldn't shout that name. When she thought of it, she couldn't hold a smile.

The face in the door seam also smiled on the face of the beard. If it was not because of the special "clown" ability, it would be difficult for Klein to guarantee that she would not blush now: "Welcome, what would happen to Ms. Hammel '?

Do you want to entrust me? Please come in, let's sit down and talk. "

When I walked into the guest room, Claine led Aiste on the long sofa before asking her: "What should I drink?"

"Don't coffee, everything can be." Ace said softly, the familiar content and tone of this sentence made Claine's heartbeat start to accelerate.

Is it really her!?

Claine also said a word: "Unfortunately, there is no sweet ice tea, it's my hospitality."

"I still prefer hot cocoa."

Aiste raised her hand and hugged her hood, revealing her blond hair, and then removed the mask on her face, revealing the face that was soft but not similar to the Lane local people in the Klein impression.

However, Acet's face was slightly different from him. Her appearance was close to the young girls of fifteen or sixth, but now it is more mature.

"You seem to have changed a little." Claine kept a vigilance.

[We have changed a lot, Mr. Zhou Mingrui.] Acet no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, showing a smile from the heart.
Chapter completed!