At 10 pm, it started drizzling again in Beckland, and the faint mist made the light of the gas street lights feel a hazy beauty.
Bowen, an assistant of Isinger Stanton, patrolled the ground floor and walked to the convex window, preparing to close the last window.
At this moment, a black shadow jumped in and landed steadily on the protruding wall.
This turned out to be a blue short-haired stray cat!
When Bowen saw the other party's big, round yellow eyes looking at him, he couldn't help but laugh:
There is no food here.
Because detective work is prone to retaliation and there are many secrets that need to be hidden, the chefs and servants at Esinger Stanton's family are hourly workers, and they only come for a fixed number of hours a day and do not prepare too much food at once, which makes it difficult for them to retain after dinner.
The blue shorthaired cat opened its mouth, but did not make a meow, but spoke like a human:
I am Sherlock Moriarty, and I want to meet Mr. Isinger Stanton.
... Although the blog post is an extraordinary person cultivated by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, its sequence is not too high and its knowledge is not too much. This is the first time I have met a talking cat, and I will inevitably be shocked and lost my mind in a short time.
After several seconds, he recovered from his awakening and recalled the words of the blue shorthaired cat just now:
It says…it says it’s Sherlock Moriarty?
This detective is really not simple!
He can actually become a cat, no, control a cat!
This ability is really weird and terrifying!
The blog post quickly calmed down and did not directly answer the blue shorthaired cat, so it reached out and closed the glass window.
After doing all this, he lowered his voice:
Come with me.
The blue shorthaired cat immediately jumped off the platform behind the convex belly window, and walked quickly behind the blog post with a brisk pace. He followed him all the way to the second floor, watching him knock on the door of Aisinger Stanton's bedroom.
Is there anything wrong?Aisinger, wearing a shallow striped pajamas, asked open the door.
He is enjoying the tobacco before bed.
Bowen pointed carefully at the blue shorthaired cat squatting beside him and said:
Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you.
Aisinger, who had white hair and thin face, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down, took two steps back, and let the blue shorthaired cat sway into his bedroom.
You go back to your room to sleep, get up on time tomorrow, and we still have a case waiting to be investigated.Aisinger ordered the blog post as if nothing had happened.
When the assistant left, he closed the door, turned to look at the blue shorthaired cat squatting beside the easy chair, and chuckled:
I didn't expect you to have such extraordinary ability, and I was worried that you would come directly.
I noticed that exclamation mark.The blue shorthaired cat smiled and said.
It has to be said that this expression on a cat's face is quite inconsistent, which will make the witness feel like the cold spine of sweat hair stands up.
However, Aisinger did not react abnormally to this. He took a sip of his pipe, sat on an easy chair, slowly exhaled the gas with pleasure, and said with a smile:
I believe in your wisdom.
Thank you for your praise.The blue shorthaired cat politely stretched out its paws and bowed.
Aisinger looked at it, rubbing his pipe and said with a smile:
You should already understand what's going on.
Although the group of people did not dare to monitor it very strictly, for fear of being discovered by me, and told the Dark Church and the Steam Church that hehe, once they were exposed, there would be quite a lot of trouble, but I believe that there must be demigods among them. This is both a reasoning and a conclusion told by some feedback. After all, I have lived in this street for many years.
So, humans and animals entering my house will not be stopped. You have already thought of this, but when you leave, you will inevitably be followed. What can you do to get rid of them?Well... that amount of money is not very large, and it will be very conspicuous to take them out.
Let me think about it, are you planning to communicate with me and ask me to deposit the money into a designated bank account, and then you will find a lot of people to withdraw them in batches and at the same time in different places outside Beckland?
Speaking of this, Aisinger laughed at himself:
This is the best way I can think of, but it can be very troublesome.
The blue shorthaired cat did not give a positive answer and smiled lowly:
I just need you to lend me a nobody room and three candles.
no problem.Aisinger Stanton did not ask, but instead said that the price of the share transfer was 12,000 pounds. The buyer was Audrey, the daughter of Earl Hall. Well, it cost 600 pounds to hire a lawyer and an accounting team and publish an advertisement. In addition, he paid 05% stamp duty and 20% Class D income tax, leaving 8,940 pounds left.
Class D tax refers to income tax for business, finance and specialized industries.
I also have to pay taxes... I lost more than 2,000 pounds at once... The blue shorthaired cat's expression was a little dull in an instant.
Klein used to be a night watchman, and his salary did not require personal income tax. Later, he was a private detective, and his income was difficult to regulate, so he never took the initiative to file taxes. Later, he became an adventurer because there were preferential bounties for pirates, no taxes were required, and he did not have the awareness of this. Therefore, even though Aisinger Stanton mentioned the tax issue last time, he did not take it seriously and did not think there would be much. As a result, reality gave him a blow.
As for why the last equity transaction was not paid taxes, it was because the Roone government encouraged initial investment in inventions and creations, and there were corresponding reductions and exemptions.
After a brief quiet, the blue shorthaired cat's beard moved twice:
OK, give me the cash, um, move to that uninhabited room.
Is there any problem with that cash?
I've checked it, they won't make small moves in this regard, which is an insult to my IQ.Aisinger stood up with his pipe and remembered to add a signed confirmation transaction letter to me and mail it to me.
It's already on the way.The blue shorthaired cat responded with preparation.
Aisinger then walked towards the safe in the master bedroom, opened it with a password and a key, then pulled out a stack of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.
Then, he took these briefcases and left the master bedroom and entered the guest bedroom diagonally opposite.
You can count it.Aisinger said to the blue shorthaired cat who was following him while putting down the briefcases full of cash.
I trust you.The blue shorthaired cat looked at it a few times and said.
Aisinger nodded, pointed to the cabinet and said:
There are candles inside.
After saying that, he retreated to the door, held the handle, and said with a smile:
I'm really curious about how you'll leave... I think this will definitely be a wonderful 'magic'.
With a click, Aisinger Stanton closed the door, making the guest bedroom quiet and deserted again.
A figure wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old triangle hat appeared quickly next to the blue shorthair cat. It was Klein's secret puppet, Seniore.
He took out the candle, quickly arranged a simple altar, omitted all the pre-sets, and directly murmured in the elf language:
The lover of the sea and the spiritual world, the protector of the Rosed Islands, the dominant of the undersea creatures, the controller of the tsunami and storm, the great Kavetuva.
Your faithful servant prays for your gaze;
I pray that you will accept His offering;
I pray that you will open the door to the kingdom.
The wind inside the spiritual wall suddenly became fierce, and Seniore quickly cut the skin on the back of his hand with his fingernails and threw out a drop of blood.
As the resentful soul of Sequence 5, everything on him is equal to spiritual material!
The strong wind sucked away the blood and poured into the candlelight symbolizing the sea god Kavetuva, causing it to expand and turn into an illusory door full of magical signs and symbolic symbols.
After about ten seconds, the door made a heavy creaking sound, slowly opening up little by little.
Seniore immediately lifted the briefcases containing cash one by one and threw them into the illusory door.
When nothing was left, a gold coin contained in his body flew out and landed on the altar.
The figure of the resentful soul disappeared and projected to the smooth part of the gold coin.
The gold coins swayed and followed the briefcase in front of them to enter the illusory sacrifice door.
Silently, the mysterious door closed and the three candlelights returned to normal.
At this moment, the blue shorthaired cat seemed to have regained itself, looking left and right blankly, making a meowing sound.
After a while, Aisinger opened the door and found that all the documents bags containing the banknotes were gone, only three candles were burning quietly, and only the blue shorthaired cat was arching its back vigilantly.
While he was watching this scene deeply, a van taxi car drove over at the fork at the other end of the street.
……
On the same night, inside a building in Joewood District.
In the sparse drizzle, Fu returned home and wiped his hair with a towel while saying to Fors:
Your letter has been sent out.
Forsi said yes, secretly guessing when the teacher will be able to reply.
At this time, I didn't put down my towel and said casually:
News of Mr. X's gathering will be passed on, the same place as before, Friday night.
Very good, I can tell Mr. World!I don't know how much I need to pay... Fors's eyes lit up when he heard it.
Before she could ask for details, Xiu had already added:
Mr. X also gave him a task that was said to be very generous, well, tell him the person with abnormal luck he knew.
A person with abnormal luck?Fors whispered in confusion, is there something wrong with this gentleman's brain?Who would reveal the situation around him at such a party?This is easy to find out who is true.
Who knows?Maybe he is a lunatic.Don’t know someone with abnormal luck, so he responded with little concern.
Fors thought about it carefully for a while, but still couldn't understand the real purpose of this task. He could only throw it behind his mind and pray to Mr. Fool while he was about to take a shower, and pass on the corresponding information to the world German Sparo.
Bowen, an assistant of Isinger Stanton, patrolled the ground floor and walked to the convex window, preparing to close the last window.
At this moment, a black shadow jumped in and landed steadily on the protruding wall.
This turned out to be a blue short-haired stray cat!
When Bowen saw the other party's big, round yellow eyes looking at him, he couldn't help but laugh:
There is no food here.
Because detective work is prone to retaliation and there are many secrets that need to be hidden, the chefs and servants at Esinger Stanton's family are hourly workers, and they only come for a fixed number of hours a day and do not prepare too much food at once, which makes it difficult for them to retain after dinner.
The blue shorthaired cat opened its mouth, but did not make a meow, but spoke like a human:
I am Sherlock Moriarty, and I want to meet Mr. Isinger Stanton.
... Although the blog post is an extraordinary person cultivated by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, its sequence is not too high and its knowledge is not too much. This is the first time I have met a talking cat, and I will inevitably be shocked and lost my mind in a short time.
After several seconds, he recovered from his awakening and recalled the words of the blue shorthaired cat just now:
It says…it says it’s Sherlock Moriarty?
This detective is really not simple!
He can actually become a cat, no, control a cat!
This ability is really weird and terrifying!
The blog post quickly calmed down and did not directly answer the blue shorthaired cat, so it reached out and closed the glass window.
After doing all this, he lowered his voice:
Come with me.
The blue shorthaired cat immediately jumped off the platform behind the convex belly window, and walked quickly behind the blog post with a brisk pace. He followed him all the way to the second floor, watching him knock on the door of Aisinger Stanton's bedroom.
Is there anything wrong?Aisinger, wearing a shallow striped pajamas, asked open the door.
He is enjoying the tobacco before bed.
Bowen pointed carefully at the blue shorthaired cat squatting beside him and said:
Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you.
Aisinger, who had white hair and thin face, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down, took two steps back, and let the blue shorthaired cat sway into his bedroom.
You go back to your room to sleep, get up on time tomorrow, and we still have a case waiting to be investigated.Aisinger ordered the blog post as if nothing had happened.
When the assistant left, he closed the door, turned to look at the blue shorthaired cat squatting beside the easy chair, and chuckled:
I didn't expect you to have such extraordinary ability, and I was worried that you would come directly.
I noticed that exclamation mark.The blue shorthaired cat smiled and said.
It has to be said that this expression on a cat's face is quite inconsistent, which will make the witness feel like the cold spine of sweat hair stands up.
However, Aisinger did not react abnormally to this. He took a sip of his pipe, sat on an easy chair, slowly exhaled the gas with pleasure, and said with a smile:
I believe in your wisdom.
Thank you for your praise.The blue shorthaired cat politely stretched out its paws and bowed.
Aisinger looked at it, rubbing his pipe and said with a smile:
You should already understand what's going on.
Although the group of people did not dare to monitor it very strictly, for fear of being discovered by me, and told the Dark Church and the Steam Church that hehe, once they were exposed, there would be quite a lot of trouble, but I believe that there must be demigods among them. This is both a reasoning and a conclusion told by some feedback. After all, I have lived in this street for many years.
So, humans and animals entering my house will not be stopped. You have already thought of this, but when you leave, you will inevitably be followed. What can you do to get rid of them?Well... that amount of money is not very large, and it will be very conspicuous to take them out.
Let me think about it, are you planning to communicate with me and ask me to deposit the money into a designated bank account, and then you will find a lot of people to withdraw them in batches and at the same time in different places outside Beckland?
Speaking of this, Aisinger laughed at himself:
This is the best way I can think of, but it can be very troublesome.
The blue shorthaired cat did not give a positive answer and smiled lowly:
I just need you to lend me a nobody room and three candles.
no problem.Aisinger Stanton did not ask, but instead said that the price of the share transfer was 12,000 pounds. The buyer was Audrey, the daughter of Earl Hall. Well, it cost 600 pounds to hire a lawyer and an accounting team and publish an advertisement. In addition, he paid 05% stamp duty and 20% Class D income tax, leaving 8,940 pounds left.
Class D tax refers to income tax for business, finance and specialized industries.
I also have to pay taxes... I lost more than 2,000 pounds at once... The blue shorthaired cat's expression was a little dull in an instant.
Klein used to be a night watchman, and his salary did not require personal income tax. Later, he was a private detective, and his income was difficult to regulate, so he never took the initiative to file taxes. Later, he became an adventurer because there were preferential bounties for pirates, no taxes were required, and he did not have the awareness of this. Therefore, even though Aisinger Stanton mentioned the tax issue last time, he did not take it seriously and did not think there would be much. As a result, reality gave him a blow.
As for why the last equity transaction was not paid taxes, it was because the Roone government encouraged initial investment in inventions and creations, and there were corresponding reductions and exemptions.
After a brief quiet, the blue shorthaired cat's beard moved twice:
OK, give me the cash, um, move to that uninhabited room.
Is there any problem with that cash?
I've checked it, they won't make small moves in this regard, which is an insult to my IQ.Aisinger stood up with his pipe and remembered to add a signed confirmation transaction letter to me and mail it to me.
It's already on the way.The blue shorthaired cat responded with preparation.
Aisinger then walked towards the safe in the master bedroom, opened it with a password and a key, then pulled out a stack of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.
Then, he took these briefcases and left the master bedroom and entered the guest bedroom diagonally opposite.
You can count it.Aisinger said to the blue shorthaired cat who was following him while putting down the briefcases full of cash.
I trust you.The blue shorthaired cat looked at it a few times and said.
Aisinger nodded, pointed to the cabinet and said:
There are candles inside.
After saying that, he retreated to the door, held the handle, and said with a smile:
I'm really curious about how you'll leave... I think this will definitely be a wonderful 'magic'.
With a click, Aisinger Stanton closed the door, making the guest bedroom quiet and deserted again.
A figure wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old triangle hat appeared quickly next to the blue shorthair cat. It was Klein's secret puppet, Seniore.
He took out the candle, quickly arranged a simple altar, omitted all the pre-sets, and directly murmured in the elf language:
The lover of the sea and the spiritual world, the protector of the Rosed Islands, the dominant of the undersea creatures, the controller of the tsunami and storm, the great Kavetuva.
Your faithful servant prays for your gaze;
I pray that you will accept His offering;
I pray that you will open the door to the kingdom.
The wind inside the spiritual wall suddenly became fierce, and Seniore quickly cut the skin on the back of his hand with his fingernails and threw out a drop of blood.
As the resentful soul of Sequence 5, everything on him is equal to spiritual material!
The strong wind sucked away the blood and poured into the candlelight symbolizing the sea god Kavetuva, causing it to expand and turn into an illusory door full of magical signs and symbolic symbols.
After about ten seconds, the door made a heavy creaking sound, slowly opening up little by little.
Seniore immediately lifted the briefcases containing cash one by one and threw them into the illusory door.
When nothing was left, a gold coin contained in his body flew out and landed on the altar.
The figure of the resentful soul disappeared and projected to the smooth part of the gold coin.
The gold coins swayed and followed the briefcase in front of them to enter the illusory sacrifice door.
Silently, the mysterious door closed and the three candlelights returned to normal.
At this moment, the blue shorthaired cat seemed to have regained itself, looking left and right blankly, making a meowing sound.
After a while, Aisinger opened the door and found that all the documents bags containing the banknotes were gone, only three candles were burning quietly, and only the blue shorthaired cat was arching its back vigilantly.
While he was watching this scene deeply, a van taxi car drove over at the fork at the other end of the street.
……
On the same night, inside a building in Joewood District.
In the sparse drizzle, Fu returned home and wiped his hair with a towel while saying to Fors:
Your letter has been sent out.
Forsi said yes, secretly guessing when the teacher will be able to reply.
At this time, I didn't put down my towel and said casually:
News of Mr. X's gathering will be passed on, the same place as before, Friday night.
Very good, I can tell Mr. World!I don't know how much I need to pay... Fors's eyes lit up when he heard it.
Before she could ask for details, Xiu had already added:
Mr. X also gave him a task that was said to be very generous, well, tell him the person with abnormal luck he knew.
A person with abnormal luck?Fors whispered in confusion, is there something wrong with this gentleman's brain?Who would reveal the situation around him at such a party?This is easy to find out who is true.
Who knows?Maybe he is a lunatic.Don’t know someone with abnormal luck, so he responded with little concern.
Fors thought about it carefully for a while, but still couldn't understand the real purpose of this task. He could only throw it behind his mind and pray to Mr. Fool while he was about to take a shower, and pass on the corresponding information to the world German Sparo.
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