Lord of Secrets

The carriage arrived at Baifeng City ten minutes later. After getting the contact information from Lar, Ubemo agreed to visit him tomorrow and then decide whether to rent his house.

He planned to find out information in taverns and other places first, and then get his identity certificate, otherwise he would be an illegal resident. In order to clear his relationship with "Ubemo", he did not ask the military to get the certificate.

Ubemo turned a few corners and came to a deserted place, then changed his appearance.

Gray hair and brown eyes, square face, thick lips, a slightly fierce aura, although Ubemo did not have a mirror, he could sense the changes of "Afero Mask".

Finding a carriage, Ubemo stopped the other party, handed him a 1-pound note, and said, "Go to the busiest tavern nearby!"

"Sir, this is too much, only 4 pence is needed, and this can't be changed!" The middle-aged coachman said with a mellow voice.

Ubemo said, "The extra is for finding the way for you! Okay, take me there!"

The middle-aged coachman was a little shocked, his lips moved a few times, and finally said, "Thank you, sir, please get in!"

Ubemo got on the car immediately.

About ten minutes later, Ubemo came to a street he didn't know what it was called. In front of him was a tavern, three stories high, which was considered quite luxurious.

"Canary Tavern!" Ubemo muttered, thinking to himself:

The people in this world are really simple in naming. If it were that place, they would come up with names like "Heaven on Earth" and "Drunkenness and Dreams".

After entering the tavern, Ubemo came to the waiter and handed him a 1-sule bill, then whispered: "I want to know where I can get an ID card, preferably one that can pass the police check, money is not a problem!"

The waiter took the bill and said: "There is a bald man named Richards in the card room of room 209 on the second floor. You can go to him. Be respectful and don't mess with him."

Ubemo nodded, went to the second floor through the stairs on the side.

Looking around, Ubemo looked at the numbers of the rooms on the left and right, and then walked forward.

When he came to the innermost passage, there was a room with a half-open door, with "209" written on it and the card room marked below.

Ubemo knocked on the door gently, and then opened the wooden door.

The most conspicuous thing inside was a bald man, and several other brothers in ordinary clothes were playing cards. Ubemo instantly knew who Richards was.

"What do you want?" Richards' voice was a little wild, and it was obvious that if Ubemo didn't give him a reason, he could knock Ubemo's head off.

"I heard that you can get an ID here?" Ubemo said hoarsely.

The bald man smiled, threw down the eight cards in his hand, and then came to Ubemo and said, "You should have said it earlier! Come on, please come in."

Ubemo nodded, walked to one of the chairs and sat down, and then he said, "Money is not a problem, it would be best if I can get it before tomorrow morning!"

Richards rubbed his palms and said with a smile, "It takes 2 pounds! I can give it to you at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Here are the photos and information." Ubemo took out the things prepared in Vimo Frey from his coat, and then he put the 3-pound bill on the table together, "The extra pound is your reward!"

Ubemo took his palm away and walked out.

Richards looked at the dented corner of the table, and the banknotes and photo information were not damaged at all. He was shocked and looked at the photos and information on the paper, two different faces.

"Bermode Judas, the wandering detective poet..."

The extraordinary...Richards narrowed his eyes, then looked around and shouted: "If you want to live, remember to shut your mouths. The previous game doesn't count. Let's start over!"

"Yes, boss!"

...

Back to the first floor, Ubemo found the waiter and asked: "Is there anyone who can stay here? Do you need proof of identity?"

The waiter whispered: "Yes, on the third floor, no proof is required, but it costs 4 soli a night."

Ubemo handed over 6 soli and said: "Open a room for me, and then give me a map of White Maple City."

In Ubemo's eyes, a map may be at most 10 pence, but he is not stingy to give the other party more tips, as long as the other party can do him a good thing.

Being able to become a waiter in a tavern, he naturally had some knowledge. The other party gave him two more soles, which was naturally the map fee and his errand fee. The waiter quickly put away the money and said, "Thank you, sir. Please wait here for a while. I will go and talk to the person in charge right away."

Ubemo did not go to sit on the chair. There were too many people coming to drink. There was no empty table at all, and he was unwilling to squeeze a table with strangers.

"Have you heard? The murderer of the recent serial murder case has not been caught yet." The man in the linen shirt said.

"It's so pitiful. I heard that it was in the Geji community. A relative of mine works in the textile factory there. Although she doesn't dare to stay there, she still endures the fear and continues to work for nearly 10 soles a week." At this time, a thin middle-aged man with blond hair and black eyes said.

"If the murderer can't be found, many people will not dare to stay there. I heard that the owner of the textile factory intends to sell the textile factory."

Ubemo listened to them talking about various topics and sighed in his heart: This is the reality of the bottom!

At this time, the waiter came over and said to Ubemo: "Sir, your room is on the third floor, No. 108. Here is the key!"

"Please find me if you have any instructions!"

Ubemo nodded and went to the third floor. He took a look at the second floor when he passed by, and then went back to the room.

The room on the third floor of this pub was quite clean and spacious. He originally thought that this would be where the maid or waiter lived, but it seemed that it was not.

Ubemo thought of something, then went downstairs and found Richards.

"Do you know where I can buy a revolver?" Ubemo's hoarse voice came out.

Richards was a little respectful and said quickly: "It's the 'Dad Antique Shop' at the end of Deke Street not far away. When you get there, just tell Father Lyle that I introduced you there."

Ubemo nodded, put 1 sole on the table, and left.

What a generous gentleman, more generous than Gil... Richard touched the 1-sol note and rubbed it on his shiny head.

...

Today is July 2, Sunday, a new Chaldean gathering... But why am I so reluctant... Ubemo sighed and got up to wash.

After breakfast, he looked at the wall clock and went to the chess and card room on the second floor.

At this time, the door of the chess and card room was open, and Richards was not playing cards. Seeing Ubemo, he hurriedly trotted forward, handed his ID to Ubemo, and said, "Sir, you can come here to find me if you have anything in the future. If I'm not here, you can notify Ailian, the waiter downstairs."

Ubemo checked it, nodded, put the ID into his coat, and left.

Ubemo put on the deerstalker hat and walked to Deke Street, and then saw an old house with a sense of vicissitudes of time.

Entering the old man's antique shop, he saw an old man with pale hair and deep wrinkles on his face lying on a rocking chair behind the counter, with his legs crossed on a low chair.

He was old man Lyle... Ubemo reached out and knocked on the counter.

Old man Lyle opened his black pupils, which seemed full of stories. He shook the wooden fan in his hand impatiently, and then said: "Tell me what you like quickly, don't hesitate for a long time every time and don't want it."

Ubemo said: "I heard from Richards that you have revolvers for sale here?"

Ubemo said while observing the items, but as a "historian", he did not sense the mysterious things in them. He originally thought he could pick up a bargain.

Old man Lyle's eyes were full of light, unlike the old man of his age, who no longer had that kind of spiritual light. He stood up tremblingly and said: "Follow me!"

Although he walked tremblingly, he was not unstable, but walked fast.

Coming to one of the huts, he opened a box, which contained six revolvers.

Ubemo was instantly attracted by the rusty revolver on the far right.

"The "Death Bell of Heaven" has been stained with the blood of the extraordinary, so it has a trace of spirituality, which can make the bullets it fires have the ability to "hit hard". Nowadays, no extraordinary power exists."

"I want the pistol on the far right!" Ubemo suddenly said.

As for any negotiation skills, they don't exist.

Father Lyle narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you see that it is extraordinary?"

Ubemo shook his head and said, "No, but I fell in love with it at first sight, this feeling full of history."

Father Lyle nodded and said, "Indeed, many people fell in love with it at first sight, but they don't have enough money."

"How much?" Ubemo said directly.

Father Lyle touched his beard, then smiled and said, "10 pounds!"

He was ready for the other party to lose.

"Although this gun is not worth the money, I don't care about the money. I want this one, of course, the premise is that it can still be used. I don't want it to be like the antiques in your store that can only be used but not used." Ubermo said with a slight curl of his lips.

Father Lyle was silent for a second, and then said: "Of course it can be used. To be honest, it has a relationship with me..."

Ubermo took out ten green banknotes with the portrait of the first emperor of the Feroza Empire from his pocket and put them on the table next to him.

Seeing this scene, the relaxed muscles on Father Lyle's face twitched slightly, and he immediately handed the rusty revolver to Ubermo.

He took out twelve yellow bullets from the box of bullets next to him, and then said: "This is a free gift from me. You are the most special young man I have ever seen."

Ubermo felt the coldness of the metal, swung the revolver to the left, and then filled it with six bullets one by one, but did not overwhelm the hammer.

This is a single-action revolver, after all, it was a product of more than ten years ago.

Putting the "Death Knell" into the pocket of his coat, Ubemo said, "You are also special, Father Lyle."

After completing the transaction, Ubemo left the antique shop.

Watching Ubemo leave, Father Lyle put the revolver in his long sleeve into the inner layer of his coat.