Apostle of Cthulhu

Gallagher knocked on the door, and the slider opened, revealing Crane's beautiful eyes, "Who are you?"

"Hello, I am a believer in the wake doctrine." Gallagher maintained a kind smile and showed his pendant to Crane, "I want to see a doctor, is it okay?"

Crane looked at his clothes and didn't look like someone from the Bonfire District who couldn't afford medical bills. He frowned and said, "You are not from the Bonfire District, right? Sorry, my place may not be suitable for you."

"What's wrong with that?" Gallagher replied, "We're all doctors, so I don't trust those guys sitting in the office. Ms. Joy, can doctors still choose their patients?"

"No, this is not the most important reason. The main reason is that it is not convenient today..."

Before she could finish her words, another man's voice came from behind the door, "Miss Joy, you can definitely let him in, and he won't be in the way. If the other person is really seriously ill, I'm not in a hurry." This time."

Is there a man's voice?

Gallagher was a little confused. This kind of information did not appear in his divination!

That's right, the reason why Gallaher suddenly visited Clan Joy today was mainly because when Si Wei requested his divination, he saw this private clinic in the divination results. Gallagher did not tell Si Wei about this because it was a "revelation" for him alone, and telling Si Wei would not help.

So he found a suitable time and came here in person, but he didn't expect that there would be another man.

Crane opened the door to the clinic, and Gallagher immediately spotted a man in casual clothes in the relatively dim room. He had an air of "I'm not easy to mess with, you'd better not make trouble" all over his body. "Aura.

"Bell Clive, community police officer." He introduced himself.

Film police? But get lost! Which film police officer has such an aura? How could he have such a look if he wasn't a ruthless character wallowing in a pile of dead people?

Crane sat on his chair, rubbed his temples, and asked: "You said you came to see a doctor, so let's talk about what's wrong first, so I can prescribe the right medicine."

The purpose of Gallagher's coming here was actually just to interact with Crane. He was in good health and had no ailments. The lie suddenly became difficult to maintain.

"Hmm... well, I'm just here to express condolences on behalf of Professor Siwei. Look, I've brought all the condolences." Gallagher decisively used Siwei as a shield on this occasion, and from He took out a necklace from his pocket, with some words engraved on it, and it seemed to be an amulet.

"Si Wei?" Kelan laughed. This guy had indeed done this kind of thing before. Unexpectedly, he was still doing this after a while without seeing him. "Are you and him neighbors?"

Gallagher's mouth twitched awkwardly, "Yes, I live on the fourth floor and he lives on the sixth floor. We are both residents of the same apartment."

"That's really polite. If it's not too much trouble, please give me a message..." Crane took the amulet necklace, thought for a moment and said, "You're at this age, so don't be so childish."

"Okay...ok."

At this time, Gallagher felt an aggressive gaze. He turned around and saw Bell staring at him.

"K, Mr. Clive? Is there a problem?" He tried his best to appear nervous, just like an ordinary person being watched by the police all the time. Even if he didn't make any mistake, he would always be nervous.

Bell didn't remain silent for long, "You know Professor Si Wei, right?"

Why, Professor Si Wei's fame has become so great that even the "film policemen" who can be seen everywhere on the roadside want him to help bring an autograph?

"Yes, I think there should be no problem..."

Bell's target completely shifted to him, "If you don't mind, can you tell me your name and address?"

Alas, is this really the process?

Gallagher didn't want to spend too much time with the police, so he took out his business card from his breast pocket and handed it to Bell, "Mr. Clive, this is my business card. Everything you want to know is on it. I also have some I don’t know if I can leave early?”

Bell took Gallagher's business card, and Gallagher didn't wait for Bell's answer before preparing to rub oil on his soles.

Suddenly, Bell stopped him, "Mr. Molinson, please stay."

Gallagher turned his head in confusion. What's the problem? Do you want to interrogate me about being a fortune teller? Fuling isn't so nervous now, right?

But what Bell cares about is not only the fortune teller's name, but also Gallagher's current address.

Ballem Apartments.

Before leaving Manburg, Arnold had suggested a place where he could go when he arrived in Volingdu, and that place... was the Balem Apartments!

If it can be strongly recommended by the former president of the Tribunal, then this place will definitely not be just a simple apartment! And this Gallagher Morinson claims to be a fortune teller?

"If you don't mind, please give me a drop of your blood."

Bell wanted to verify a conjecture of his, but before he could verify it, he had to get a drop of Gallagher's blood.

"This..." Gallagher looked a little embarrassed, "Isn't it inconvenient? A stranger suddenly asked me for a drop of my blood. I don't think a normal person would agree easily."

Bell closed his eyes, "Please rest assured, I have already revealed my identity to Miss Joy, and you can trust its authenticity. And it is not for no reason to ask for your blood. We are investigating a relatively large case. If you are willing to cooperate, there will definitely be benefits in the future."

You just claimed to be a local police officer, and you really can't believe a single word you said!

Gallah smiled reluctantly and awkwardly, "Mr. Police Officer, I'm sorry to refuse. I believe that the police department has no right to force a three-good citizen, right?"

He has made it very clear. If Bell doesn't listen...

He can only accept his fate. The other party already knows where he lives. It's impossible for him to move in a few minutes, right?

Bell narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything for a long time.

But in the end, he chose to give up, "Okay, Mr. Morrison, I wish you a happy life."

Gallah always felt that this sentence was a curse on himself, but as long as the other party didn't get his blood, he had achieved his own goal.

Cran looked up, looked at Bell, and then looked at Gallaher.

"So... can any of you add a little to my sales today?"

Both gentlemen remained silent, as if they felt they had nothing to do with the matter.