Mystery: Start with the Reader

On Tuesday morning, in a coffee shop in Hillston District, Backlund.

After Forsi handed over the manuscript that was rushed out overnight to the editor lady, she watched her leave and enjoyed the newly launched special desserts of this shop alone.

Strange to say, although she didn't go out much before, she often visited this cafe because of the delivery of manuscripts. They didn't have pastries of this level before.

"Maybe it's a new pastry chef?" Just as she was thinking about it, a slightly old voice suddenly sounded in her ear:

"So it's Ms. Forsi, you..."

Fors hurriedly looked around, and found that Mr. Lawrence from the Abraham family had also appeared in the coffee shop at some point, looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Hi, Mr. Lawrence, I didn't expect to meet you here..." Fors wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and greeted politely on the surface with a guarded heart.

Unexpectedly, the result of the last "horoscope" in my life pointed to the lady who buried An Lisa... Could she be the "apprentice" in the "prophecy"?

Turning this thought in his mind, Lawrence was about to respond to Forsi's greetings when he suddenly coughed violently.

Cough cough cough!

His legs became weak from coughing, and he collapsed on the seat next to Forsi, as if he would suffocate to death at any moment.

As a doctor who graduated from a regular college, Forsi bent down without any hesitation and started the first aid.

And behind the counter of the cafe, a girl dressed in "neutral" also ran over, seeming to want to help.

But she was quickly pulled back by the shop owner, as if she didn't want to get her into trouble. After all, the old man's condition was not good at first glance...

After some busy work, Lawrence's condition finally stabilized. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, smiled and said to Fors:

"Ma'am, can you take me back to the hotel?"

"No problem." Fors helped the other party get up, and since the editor lady had already settled the bill, they walked out of the cafe without encountering any obstacles. Before leaving, Fors looked back strangely, because she remembered that when she came here last week, the boss and the waiter were not the same two people just now.

However, she didn't care. After all, it is common for shops to change their management in Backlund, and this also solved her previous doubts - no wonder the dessert tastes so good, it turns out that the boss has changed!

come to the street,

Lawrence looked forward, his eyes were a little out of focus, he coughed lightly, and laughed half sadly and half self-deprecatingly:

"My life may have come to an end..."

...

In the back kitchen of the coffee shop, a woman whose face looks to be in her forties, but whose skin on her neck and hands is as delicate as a girl's, taps the "neutral" girl's forehead, sealing off the space with spirituality , then cursed in a low voice:

"Did you go over to help just now? If I didn't pull you back, would you also help to send the old man back to the hotel?

"Use your brain, if that old man who seems to have a certain identity dies suddenly, at least you who are closest to him will be summoned by the police!

"Although I used Extraordinary Items to make the real owner of this store think we are her relatives... But how can our identities stand up to investigation? Especially after what happened last night!"

The "girl" dressed in "neutral" bowed her head and was scolded obediently, not daring to refute a word.

"Forget it, maybe it's because of your temperament that that existence pays attention to you..." Seeing him like this, the "proprietress" of the cafe sighed, and muttered to herself, "But why does he always give you The 'cooking method' is stuffed in my head... I've never seen such an evil god...

"According to the interpretation given by Emperor Roselle, the 'Fool' in the Tarot card symbolizes innocence, simplicity, possibility... Well, in its positive description, it often also represents the pursuit of novel dreams, the courage to take risks, the yearning for freedom, A person with an artistic temperament...

"Xiao Ke is in line with the previous points, no wonder he can 'fit' with the gods... But, does the last 'artist temperament' refer to 'cooking food'?"

The "girl" dressed in "neutral" heard her words, blinked, and asked, "That one exists? Is it the one who saved me last night?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this... Wait until the evening, after you have recited the honored name on the piece of paper I gave you, you will know..."

...

In the southern continent, outside the city of Gulain, an old-fashioned sailing warship with a heavily scarred hull slowly sailed into the military port.

A moment later, Hugh Dilcha, who was wearing a naval officer's uniform, followed Vera, jumped off the deck, and jumped onto the trestle of the pier.

Guided by the reception staff, they came to settle down in an arranged villa near the military port.

After putting away her luggage, Vera summoned Xio and said:

"Our mission is not over yet... But you have one and a half days off to visit Gurain City and enjoy the exotic scenery...

"This is a 'benefit' for you accompanying officers, and it is also part of the 'mission'..."

"But we must be back before ten o'clock on Wednesday night, and we will set off on Thursday morning to complete the follow-up tasks."

Hearing this, Xio thought thoughtfully, "Are we still 'bait'?"

"Maybe, maybe not... I don't know how they arranged it..." Vera shook her head and added, "If you can, try to go to bars, dance halls and other public places. Can be reimbursed."

"Drinking is not good..." Xio replied seriously, then nodded and said, "I will complete the task."

After confirming the meeting time again, Xio left the villa with a handbag and walked towards the city.

Standing in front of the window on the second floor of the villa, Vera glanced at her receding figure, then turned her head to look at the warship in the naval port, and couldn't help guessing in her heart:

"The Loen military's plan this time is not small... I'm afraid the 'Rose School of Thought' will really be concealed...

"But I always feel that there are other existences behind this matter who are calculating... Ruen's people may not be able to benefit in the end...

"Especially that 'Duke of Fear' who tried to test me... So, is it Roselle's previous arrangement, or... him?"

...

Xio went to the bar for a stroll as "instructed", and was disappointed to find that there was no difference between the North and South Continents except for the different shape of the wine glass.

Then, according to the agreement with Abner, she stopped a "coffin" at the designated location and lay down in it.

Xio was also quite curious about this "fresh" means of transportation, and quickly found out its loopholes - she couldn't see the way while lying in it, if the driver took a detour or dragged her to another place maliciously , cannot be found at all.

The fact is just as she thought, when Xio lifted the "sliding cover" of the coffin and stood up, the place she was at was not the address she reported earlier, and the driver disappeared, and instead he looked at her with a smile Abner.

"haven't seen you for a long time."