Lord of Secrets

At this time, Ubermo said, "Fur, I can't stay with you all the time in the future, Scarlett can talk to you more. ඏ♦  ♦♦Brother believes you can do it, right?"

When Furnade heard her brother say this, she knew that he didn't want her to refuse, and she didn't want to disappoint him.

There is a stranger in the house, and her brother needs to disappear for a while... Although I am very unhappy, since my brother asked me to, I will listen to him a little...

Furnade was silent for a few seconds, then walked to Scarlett and said, "Furnade Yurna, you can call me Fuur!"

"Fur..." Scarlett was still a little reserved.

During this period, Ubermo occasionally said a few words to make their relationship more harmonious. Furnade, who was kind, was better to her after hearing about Scarlett's life experience.

It's time to prepare to go to Fulredjo County...Ubermo looked at the few people and sighed slightly.

…

Four days passed quickly, and it was July 1, Saturday. Ubermo came out of the room, had lunch with Fernada and others, and then went back to the room.

Watching Ubermo slowly leave, Scarlett felt uncomfortable.

Fernada and Rebettina were the same, especially Rebettina. She knew what Ubermo was going to do next, and she couldn't help but worry. She held the emerald green gem necklace on her chest tightly.

Back in the room, Ubermo used his spirituality to outline countless overlapping patterns of illusory portals on the wall.

In an instant, the surroundings were a little gray, and a vortex appeared on the wall, and then gradually turned into a deep stone surface.

"Sapphiroth!" Ubermo shouted.

"Master, Sapphiroth is here, what do you want to tell me!"

The scarlet blood on the dark stone surface then squirmed and outlined many words, forming a sentence in Ferothan language.

"Send me to a deserted place outside Baifeng City, Fulredjo County." Ubemo looked at the terrifying stone surface that was constantly oozing blood, and then said.

"Sapphiroth received..."

As the stone surface continued to wriggle, a sentence appeared on it.

One second later, the scarlet blood on the stone surface disappeared, and a vortex appeared and slowly formed. Inside was a dark abyss.

After staring for two seconds, Ubemo stepped into the passage.

Walking in the dark corridor, Ubemo had a blank expression on his face, but was always on guard.

Ten seconds later, a vortex appeared in front of Ubemo, and sunlight was projected in.

Leaving the passage, Ubemo found himself in a forest, with a huge stone behind him, with many moss vines standing there.

Ubemo did not bring many things this time, only some banknotes, gold coins, gold flakes, and materials for the promotion of life position 8, and a seal 2-065, "Afiro's Mask".

He put on Afiro's mask, and soon his appearance changed. He had black hair and black eyes, and was about one centimeter shorter than before.

It took him more than ten minutes to walk out of the forest. He came to the road, not knowing which direction to go.

At this time, a carriage slowly drove over from a distance.

Ubemo took off his deerstalker hat, put it in his hand, stretched his hand above his head, and then waved to signal the other party to stop.

Slowly, the black carriage stopped in front of Ubemo, and the curtain inside was pulled open.

Ubemo looked over. The other party was a little young, with black hair and black eyes, thick eyebrows, wearing a white shirt, a light-colored vest on the outside, and a black dress.

Ubemo really admired them. The weather in Fulredjo County was considered hot in the summer, but the other party could still dress like this. If he hadn't become a "fire prisoner", he probably wouldn't be able to bear it.

Ubemo placed his hand on his waist, then bowed slightly and said, "Hello, my name is Vermouth Judah, a wandering detective poet."

This is the identity he gave himself. After all, he couldn't waste his time on work, and doing nothing would easily arouse suspicion from others.

The other party was stunned. He had heard of detectives, poets, and even detective novelists, but what was a detective poet?

However, as a gentleman, he did not care too much and said immediately: "My name is Lar Begad, a manager of Akide Gas Company in White Maple City. I am now on duty from Igu Town and preparing to return to White Maple City."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ubemo nodded, and then said gratefully: "Thank you so much, Mr. Lar! I am hiking everywhere to collect inspiration, and now I am preparing to go to White Maple City, but I am lost and don’t know how to get to White Maple City."

"As long as you can take me to White Maple City, I will provide corresponding rewards."

Lar waved his hand quickly, and then said: "It is my honor to help you, not to mention that the travel expenses will be reimbursed by the company."

Ubemo showed a grateful expression, and then said: "You are such a gentleman!"

...

Entering the carriage, Lar began to ask some questions about the cases encountered by Ubemo. After all, he claimed to be a poet, and he was interested in cases recently.

Thanks to Ubermo's background and the days he spent in the secret room of the Berna Holy Land, he removed some of the mysterious factors and told Lal a slightly modified version of the case.

"One day, Jack found that his neighbor had not gone out for several days, so he went to ask what happened. But the other party's door was closed and there was no response. Then he smelled a foul odor."

"He hurriedly went home, picked up an axe, and smashed the lock. After entering the door, he found that only the skeleton of his neighbor was left. He ran out of the door in horror and called the police."

"The police came to his house and asked what was wrong. Jack just said that there was a sad sound of cats meowing every night, but there was no similar sound at night a few days ago, and then the police made a note and left."

Lar thought for a moment and then said: "The murderer is a cat, right?"

"He was abused by his owner and then one day he broke out and ate his owner in his sleep."

Ubermo shook his head, and then continued: "At first, because the body of the owner had cat scratches and cat gnawing marks, the police also looked for evidence in this area and prepared to find the cat."

"However, police searches were fruitless and the cat was not found."

Ubermore's voice gradually became deeper and deeper: "Until one day, the unwilling police came to Jack's house again, but Jack was not at home. The policeman who was about to leave suddenly discovered that there were intermittent sounds coming from the ground, and he discovered that A shocking secret."

Lar asked with some curiosity and fear: "What secret?"

"That is, Jack died two years ago, and now Jack's real name is Mile Charles."

Ubermore glanced at it and then said: "The son of the deceased Ada Charles."

Lal began to breathe a little quickly. Although Ubermo did not continue speaking, Lal was making up a series of ridiculous things in his mind.

"That cat is actually Mel's mother and Ada's wife."

"Wait! How is this possible!" Lar quickly shouted, this is already a ghost story, okay?

Ubermo smiled slightly, and the smile was a little weird, which made Lal a little scared, wondering if it was a mistake to want the other person to get in the car.

Ubermo was not teasing Lal, and then continued: "It turns out that as early as two years ago, Maier's mother was tortured to death by Ada. In order to cover up the evidence of the crime, Ada fed his wife's flesh and blood to the child who grew up with Maier. kitten."

"Mel finally discovered the devilish side of Ada and ran away quickly, but he couldn't bear to let go of the kitten, so he killed his neighbor Jack and replaced him. Gradually, his character became more and more twisted, and he regarded the cat as his mother. , because it ate the flesh and blood of its own mother.”

"And because there was no one in the house that Ada could abuse, he targeted the cat. He tied it up and abused it every night."

"Mair didn't want his 'mother' to be abused to death again, so one day, while Ada was out, he fed the madness drug to the cat..."

Ubermo lowered his head slightly, pulled down his deerstalker hat, and suddenly said in a low voice again: "And because the police discovered this secret..."

Lal quickly said: "How's it going? Were you silenced?"

Ubermo suddenly smiled and said: "Of course I shot Maier to death with one shot!"

Lal breathed a sigh of relief, for the tone of Ubermo's words and the horror of the incident frightened him.

So he quickly talked to Ubermore about other things: "Mr. Belmode, what is your usual income as a detective poet?"

Ubermore then said: "This is not necessarily true. If you have inspiration, you can sell it to newspapers and publishing houses, and you may earn forty or fifty pounds a month."

"That's considered the upper middle class. My weekly salary is only 5 pounds 10 solers, which is only 22 pounds a month. My annual income is more than 260 pounds. This is considered a relatively middle-class middle class." Lal sighed.

"I don't know how long Mr. Belmode plans to stay in Bai Feng City this time?" Lar suddenly asked.

Ubermo replied: "It will probably be a few months this time. I don't know the specific time. I will travel when the mood strikes."

Lar smiled knowingly after hearing this, and then said: "Mr. Belmode, I don't want to hide it from you. I have a house left by my parents. I rented it to a guest before. Unfortunately, the guest was killed a few days ago, but he didn't The murderer has not been found, and now people are afraid to rent my house. I don’t think Mr. Belmode is afraid of this kind of thing, so I want to ask you if you are interested in staying in my house.”

"Of course, the house is a single-family house with two floors. I rented it to him at 1 pound 15 soles per week before. If Mr. Belmode is so willing, it will only cost 1 pound 10 soles per week."

Ubermo thought about it for a moment and realized that the price was very fair, and he even took advantage of it. But he didn't care about that at all. What he cared about was the location of the house.

Ubermo then said: "I have to wait until the time comes to take a look before I can make a decision. After all, I don't really care about these few sulers."

Lal immediately responded: "Of course!"