Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

Golden Sail Tavern.

The bard Saban stood on the wooden platform and told the latest serialized story vividly.

The place below was full of drinkers, and even the busy bartender stood aside, listening to the stories instead of receiving the guests.

Saban continued, "So, I took out my pocket watch and handed it to Wu Heng, with a bit of teasing in my tone: Well, don't you often say that any item leaves traces and you can identify the characteristics of the user? "This is my new watch. Let's see if you can find out the personality and habits of the original owner."

"Let me tell you here, a pocket watch is a timekeeping prop that can determine the time more accurately. There is a picture here, which is probably what it looks like."

Saban said, and asked someone to draw a rough shape on a piece of wood based on the pattern on the newspaper.

Everyone nodded.

The story continues.

"Wu Heng took it and looked at the dial first, then opened the cover, looked at the parts inside, and then took out a magnifying glass and observed it for a while."

"..."

"Looking at his frustrated and busy look, I felt a sense of pleasure after revenge and concluded that he couldn't see anything."

"'Although there are very few traces left, I still observed something.' Wu Heng squinted his eyes and leaned on the recliner and said, 'This watch belongs to your brother, and it was left by your father..., I It is definitely a relic from the previous generation. Most precious things are passed down to the eldest son, so it should belong to your brother."

"I was a little surprised, but I nodded, 'yes'."

"Your brother had a bohemian character...because he loved drinking, his life was miserable, and he died of drinking."

"I jumped up suddenly and shouted: Wu Heng, you are not interested anymore. You have investigated my brother a long time ago and then used this method to tease me."

"Wu Heng said calmly, 'I just made an inference based on observation and have not investigated you. This is not polite.'"

"I couldn't help but ask, 'Tell me, how did you deduce it?'"

"Look, there are many scratches on this watch, which means that he often puts coins or keys with it. He doesn't care about a pocket watch of high value, which means that he is not too bohemian."

"There are still traces of the number recorded at the time of redemption, indicating that he was often in embarrassment. Wu Heng analyzed it."

"I nodded involuntarily."

"Wu Heng went on to say, look at the inner cover for winding the watch. There are thousands of marks around the holes. ...By the way, there are no drunkards' watches that don't leave similar marks."

"'I'm sorry, you are absolutely right.' I was surprised that his reasoning was so accurate and he apologized sincerely."

…

"Why did you provoke him?" Someone slapped the table, "You knew the island owner could see it, but you took the initiative to send it to him."

"You can't say that. I don't really believe it. I want to test it."

"It's quite scary when you think about it. Anyone who has such a person around him can tell you who they sleep with at night."

"I feel he is more suitable for the prophet profession."

"No, no, the prophet's combat ability is not high. No matter how smart his brain is, he can't do it without combat ability. The necromancer is also suitable for him."

"Don't talk, don't talk at all! Keep listening." One person stood up and helped maintain order.

…

Saban continued to speak.

The landlady sent a business card, it was a woman named 'Merry Morstan'.

Wu Heng and Watson met the woman.

Meili also began to talk about the problems she faced. She received a rare pearl anonymously on the same day every year for six years.

Her father disappeared mysteriously ten years ago.

Today, the person who sent the pearl asked to meet Meili.

For a moment, Mei Li ran out of ideas and came to ask Wu Heng for help.

"Mr. Wu Heng, what do you think I should do? Meili asked with a frown."

"Go, we must go! Wu Heng answered seriously."

"'Okay, I'll come back at six in the evening.' Miss Meili smiled quietly and said goodbye."

"Wu Heng, who had just said goodbye to his guests and was still a little listless in the morning, seemed like a lion waking up from sleep, whistling happily and going out."

…

Speaking of which.

Saban's tone paused.

Everyone in the audience also had a bad feeling.

"The following story will be serialized in the next issue..."

The drinkers reacted immediately.

"Damn, it ends like this again."

“It’s so uncomfortable to tell half the story.”

"The last issue was about checking the dead, but this time we're going to check who gave the pearls? Is this worthy of a story?"

"Who knows who the ghostwriter is? I'm going to break his hand."

"Is it just the beginning, will there be deaths later?"

…

Association, Deacon's Study.

Sheela opened the door and walked in, wiped her sweat, and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

This time a product exhibition was held on the island, with representatives from some business groups and royal dignitaries from various places.

They all gathered on the island.

Now the island is lively, and the big and small taverns and hotels are full of people.

But security has also become busier, and now she, the deacon, has to go out on patrol sometimes.

The workload has more than doubled than before.

"I'm looking at the release of a new newspaper!" Sheela took off her armor and put in her space ring.

Shi Yali raised the newspaper in her hand and said, "I went to the city hall to buy it. The newspaper man at the intersection couldn't even buy it."

Xi Lagui poured herself a glass of water and said, "Next time, tell Wu Heng to put some newspapers in the association as a station so that we can read them."

"Good idea." Shi Yali's eyes lit up.

Xi Lagui sat down and took the newspaper, "Is it a new story?"

"A new story is a little different from what I said last time." Shi Yali said.

"What's different, a story?" Xi Lagui first looked at the information posted on it.

The intelligence network of Treasure Island was gradually built up.

The caravans traveling from various places would send some information from various places here.

Some information that can be confirmed and has no negative impact will be selected and published.

Xi Lagui, the deacon, also needs to obtain some things through newspapers.

Shi Yali walked aside, brewed a cup of tea, and brought it to Xilagui. "Last time Wu Heng said it was a story about a royal scandal, but it doesn't seem like it now."

"It's just the beginning, how can it be so fast!" Xilagui said, and added, "Maybe he's afraid that you'll go to some gambling game again, so he deliberately said it."

Shi Yali raised her eyebrows, "I won't go, don't always talk about it, as if I'm a gambler."

Xilagui stopped talking and started to read the following story.

Wait until you finish reading it carefully.

Only then put the newspaper aside and said, "The writing style is the same as the previous story, and the location of the chapter is the same, which makes people uncomfortable."

"Did you see Meili in the story? Will there be another one following?" Shi Yali raised her eyebrows and asked suddenly.

Xilagui was stunned, "What do you mean."

"Kavina, Beni, those little maids, which one didn't follow." Shi Yali said seriously, "Sister, I'm a little worried about you."

Xilagui's heart moved.

Seeing the other party's smiling eyes, her face turned serious, "Work, title position."

"Deacon Xilagui, if you don't fight for it, there will be more and more women around him." Shi Yali said.

"I think you like him too." Xilagui asked back.

"We are sisters, let's stop fighting!"