Lord of Secrets

A few seconds later, Ubemo controlled the "black cat" to walk to the second floor, and it climbed the wooden ladder lightly. After being infused with spirituality, the "image" has a certain sense of substance, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

This means that the "image" may make noises and disturb the enemy. But while gaining a sense of substance, it can also carry objects.

When he reached the third floor, Ubemo did not find anything unusual. He looked at the revolving wooden ladder leading to the fourth floor. The "black cat" paused for a moment, then left from the third floor window and climbed the wall.

The "black cat" sat on the window sill. Under the cover of darkness, two dark eyes turned from time to time, staring at the room.

Ubemo only saw an old man in a black linen robe sitting on a chair, motionless, like a corpse.

His hair was gray and his face was dry and wrinkled. It felt that even if he smoothed it, it would wrinkle immediately after a while.

The "black cat"'s eyes became deeper and deeper, staring at everything inside, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

A few minutes After that, Ubemo controlled the "black cat" to retreat, jumped down from the window sill, and disappeared in an instant.

The old man opened his eyes at this time, empty and lifeless, turned his head and stared out the window, and then closed his eyes again, like a dead tree.

Outside the clock tower, Ubemo took a deep look at the clock that was more than ten meters high, and then left.

Back home, Ubemo took off the "Mask of Afiro" and placed it on the wood engraved with "Afiro is dead".

Generally, Ubemo would reset the "Mask of Afiro" when he didn't need it, and put it on to sleep at night.

What's so strange about the Deyle clock tower... Why did those homeless people go crazy, but I didn't feel anything... Ubemo planned to find Marcia tomorrow morning, tell him about these anomalies, and see if he could get the police's previous investigation results.

"But how to find Marcia?" Ubemo muttered, "Go to the police station? Or go to Bailkro! "

After a few hours, Ubemo first observed Mr. "Food Troll" to assess whether he was treacherous and had the potential to be a traitor. But it's not to mention that Mr. "Food Troll" still has the feeling of a believer of the earth, and he is quite simple.

I just don't know what he thinks of other gods? If he is a fanatic, then there is no need to say, no need to even think about it... Well, observe for a few more days... Ubemo then began to flip through the previous newspapers.

"The White Maple City Business Morning Post publishes recent issues of Food GG." Ubemo muttered, and then began to flip through it quickly.

"Spy!" Ubemo read.

Then a piece of information flashed through the depths of his mind.

"Black Ear Wheat GG, come to Room 123, Ant Street." Feeling the results, Ubemo muttered.

"There is a gathering about every two weeks, and it seems to have started last year. "Ubemo flipped through the morning newspapers left by the previous tenants, somewhat uncertainly.

"And the last party has been over a week, probably this Saturday night, which is three days later."

Ubemo collected all the morning newspapers, and then began to make talismans. In recent days, the talismans have been constantly consumed, and he must ensure that there are no less than 5 talismans in his hand.

"Go to the library every morning in the future, and study is also a kind of acting." Ubemo made arrangements and prepared to go to bed.

...

In the morning, the sunshine disc player dispersed clouds and mist, making Baifeng City begin to get hot.

Ubemo came to the library in the city center and applied for a borrowing card, which cost 4 soles.

After that, he soaked in the library and constantly enriched himself.

Soon, it was almost noon, and Ubemo reluctantly returned home.

"Ah, is this the power of the 'generalist'? I, who didn't like studying in my previous life, would actually be addicted to studying. "Ubemo looked at the blazing sun hanging high in the sky and suddenly sighed in his heart.

After returning home, Haider brought lunch not long after. At this time, Ubemo suddenly remembered that he had not told Ayesha about that matter.

After finishing lunch with a bit of a depressed mood, Ubemo hesitated for a while, and finally pressed the doorbell of Lal's house.

"Mr. Belmode, Ayesha told me about that matter, thank you for your advice to her." Lal opened the door and thanked Ubemo.

Ubemo just smiled reluctantly and said, "This is what I should do."

"I want to find Ayesha, I want to tell her something."

Lal nodded, and then invited Ubemo into the house. Ubemo hesitated for two seconds, and then followed him in.

At this time, Ayesha smiled on her face, and then greeted Ubemo: "Mr. Belmode, good afternoon."

"Hello, Ayesha." Ubemo responded.

Lal immediately said: "You guys talk first, I'll go prepare some coffee. "

When Lal left, Ayesha asked, "Mr. Belmode, Movina hasn't come to class these two days. Is she not in good condition?"

Ubemo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ayesha and said in a complicated tone, "Ayesha, I lied to you!"

"Ah?" Ayesha looked puzzled.

"I saw her outside her house the day before yesterday morning, so I told you that she was back. But then I went there again and found out that she had a terminal illness, and she didn't want you to know. "

Ayesha covered her mouth and said in disbelief, "How could it be?"

"She wanted me to make up a lie, saying that she went to Vimo Frey, fell in love with it, and would never come back."

Ayesha's eyes were sparkling.

Ubermo seemed not to notice and continued: "But I don't think you should hate Movina after her death, so I'm here to tell you the truth today."

Ayesha was silent for a moment and said with a choked voice: "Then how is she? I want to find her!"

After saying that, Ayesha was about to rush out the door, but Umbermo stretched out his hand to stop her.

She immediately screamed: "Let me go!"

Lal, who heard the noise in the kitchen, rushed out quickly. Seeing this scene, his anger rose. He quickly ran to Ubermo, hit him on the head with the cup in his hand, and then cursed: "You... Dirty villain, let go of my sister and come at me if you dare.”

Ubermo felt his head was a little dizzy, but he recovered after a moment. He let go of Ayesha, and then quickly said to Lal: "This is a misunderstanding!"

"Lal, what are you doing?" Ayesha also came to her senses. While scolding Lar, she quickly apologized to Ubermo: "Mr. Belmode, I'm so sorry!"

Lal looked at the situation and felt as if he had done something wrong, but he was roaring in his heart: You are my sister!

Ubermo shook his head and said he didn't care. This would only break his scalp a little, and he would be able to recover in a few minutes.

Ayesha looked at Lar with red eyes, and then warned: "Don't do anything again."

Then, she hurriedly left, Lal looked at Ubermo awkwardly, and after a while, Ayesha came out with a medical kit.

Ubermo then waved his hand and said, "Ayesha, don't bother, look! Nothing's wrong..."

As he spoke, he touched the place where his head was hit with his right hand, and then felt a small patch of moisture. He instantly knew what to do.

Ayesha calmed down, tried not to think about Movina, glared at Lal, then walked behind Umbermo, looked at a blush, and reproached: "This is all hurt."

Ubermo turned around quickly. He didn't want the other party to know the mysterious things. This was a kind of protection.

But Ayesha insisted: "Mr. Belmode, this wound must be treated quickly, otherwise what will happen if it becomes serious?"

"This is all Lal's fault, so make sure you let me clean your wounds."

Sister... Lal looked a little lonely on the side.

Ubermo's mind was racing, thinking of some way to hide the fact that his wounds had healed.

By the way, "image" uses light and shadow to create the illusion of Ayesha... Ubermo instantly creates a "scar" projection on his head.

"Okay!" Ubermo immediately stopped moving and allowed Ayesha to clean the wound.

After she put the blood-stained gauze on the table and smeared her head with purple-black disinfectant, Lar then said sheepishly: "Mr. Belmode, I offended you just now, and I will compensate you." . I want to know what happened between you?"

Ubermo said there was no need for compensation, and then told the whole story. Lal looked at Ayesha, who kept looking gloomy, lowered her head and said nothing, sighed and apologized to Ubermo again.

"Movina went to heaven yesterday morning. His father also planned to abandon everything, burn down his house, and then prepare to leave White Maple City." Ubermo lied.

Ayesha burst into tears and held her head in her hands. Lal didn't know how to comfort Ayesha.

Ubermo saw this and said slowly: "Ayesha, Movina is your good friend. She would rather make you hate her than make you sad. What you should do now is wait until Sunday to go to the Night Church. Pray for her.”

At this time, Lal touched Ayesha's head and said, "Death is not the end! Ayesha, I used to think this was false, but I believed it not long ago."

"Lal, Mr. Belmode, I will be fine and never let you worry again!" Ayesha wiped her tears and said with a choked voice.

…

After returning from Lal's house, Ubermo felt as if a long time had passed. Looking at the purple-black color on the back of his head in the mirror, he couldn't laugh or cry.

After a moment of rest, Ubermore picked up his coat and headed to Maple Leaf Private Detective Agency.

…

"Mr. Belmode, good afternoon, coffee or tea?" Mei Aina greeted Ubermore when she saw her.

Ubermo took off his hat, and then said: "Good afternoon, Mei Aina, let's have some black tea! It feels like there is no one to entrust me today!"

Mei Aina smiled reservedly and said: "There are not that many commissions after all, and some of them have the contact information of detectives, so they will make the commissions privately."

"Wouldn't that mean the firm is going to close down?" Ubermore joked.

"That's not true, but the income is not that impressive." Mei Aina replied.