Revival of the Mysterious: Tarot Cards, Starting with the Fortune Teller

"Creak...!" The wooden door made a sound.

It seemed a little dark inside.

This is a house of about 50 square meters.

four corners.

An oil lamp hangs on each.

There were many tables and chairs around, but no one was there at this time.

There was only an old man with white hair at the bar.

He was lazily lying on the counter.

"Finks, why are you here again? If you continue like this, this month's salary won't be enough for us."

The corners of Finks' mouth twitched slightly.

His monthly salary is only one gold coin.

Already considered a high-income group.

But every time I come here, the starting price is 50 silver coins.

Every time I encounter some strange and bizarre cases, I can't help but be curious.

All wages are lost here.

Opening the briefcase he was carrying, he took out a stack of documents and placed them on the counter.

He looked slightly embarrassed.

"There is a case here, I think there is a problem, and I hope to ask the help of the special affairs bureau personnel."

The white-haired old man browsed through the files.

Looking up at Finks.

"Are you going to hand over this case to special personnel to solve it, or are you just going to check who is responsible for that?"

Finks waved his hand quickly.

"You just need to know who made the mechanism."

Have been here many times.

The cost of solving the case was too high, and he didn't want to waste that money.

The white-haired old man curled his lips.

"Old rule, no counteroffer for 50 silver coins!"

Some are reluctant to take it out of their trouser pockets.

He took out a silver coin marked 50.

Put it on the table.

The old man picked up the silver coin.

Put it in front of your lips.

"Huh...!!" He pinched the silver coin with two fingers and blew on the corner.

Put it to your ear.

"Buzz buzz...!!" kept chirping.

Then he put it away at the counter with satisfaction.

"Wait a moment. If someone takes over the task, they will be here soon."

"You can just find a seat and sit down!"

Finks took off his hat and placed it on his chest.

He bent his body slightly and bowed.

"Thank you!"

Then the white-haired old man.

On a desktop similar to a keyboard.

Keep banging.

………

A beautiful woman.

I am watering the potted plants on the balcony.

On the watch in the room behind you.

It was constantly making "crack...crack..." sounds.

Then there are the small seams on the side of the watch.

Spit out a note.

When the sound is heard.

The woman put down the kettle very quickly and ran to the room.

I just glanced at the content on the note.

I immediately pressed a button on my watch, but nothing happened.

The little mouth pouted angrily.

"Hateful...! Another step too slow. Who is that annoying guy? His hands are so fast!!"

………

A figure wearing a full body cloak.

Just walked into the gate of Chengdong Police Station.

Holding a note in his hand.

The watch kept flashing green light.

It can be seen under the cloak.

There was a smile on the corner of this person's mouth.

Muttered.

"I'm pretty lucky today!"

The steps never stopped.

Go directly to the police station corner.

Special Affairs Office.

He pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

When I saw Phinks.

The brows under the cloak were slightly raised.

A hoarse sound came from the mouth.

"Finks, I didn't expect it to be you again. It seems that many cases have been solved recently."

In addition to the fixed salary for cases in the police department.

Every time a case is solved, there will be additional bounty according to the difficulty.

Of course, the amount is not as high as the staff of the Special Affairs Bureau.

The corners of Finks' mouth twitched slightly.

He stood up and bowed.

"Sir Wilder! Very happy to see you again!"

Wilder nodded.

Come to the counter.

"Ta...! Ta...!" He tapped the counter twice with his index finger.

"Application for Sealed Artifact: 9-0142 Peeping Eye."

The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Are you alone? I advise you to find another person to cooperate. It will be safer."

Wilder looked sideways at Finks.

"Isn't there another person there?"

The white-haired old man looked at Finks and asked.

"Are you willing to help Wilt hold the sealed artifact?"

Finks looked confused.

He came to the counter and asked curiously.

"What is the Sealed Artifact? Can you explain it in detail??"

The white-haired old man nodded.

"Sealed objects are divided into different levels of danger from 9 to 0."

"The No. 9 Serial Sealed Artifact applied for by Wilder can be held by ordinary people for up to one hour in a day. If it exceeds this time, it will be contaminated by the Sealed Artifact and turn into a monster."

"Wilder can hold it for two hours, which means that the two of you can only hold it for three hours at most, otherwise there will be trouble..."

"Ta...ta...!" Wilder knocked on the table again.

"Okay, come on, this case won't take that long, and it's almost impossible for Finks to use it."

The white-haired old man reluctantly took it out of the drawer.

Pulled out a form and took a pen.

Pass it to Wilder.

"Sign the application form!"

Wilder didn't even look.

"Swish, swish, swish...!" He quickly signed his name and the name of the sealed object that needed to be applied for.

The white-haired old man took the form.

Turn around and stuff it into a green box that resembles a mailbox behind you.

There was silence again.

About 5 minutes passed.

A secret door behind the counter suddenly opened.

A man covered in a cloak and mask.

Holding a metal box in both hands, he placed it on the counter and turned to leave without saying a word.

The white-haired old man pushed the box to Wilder.

"You must return it within 24 hours, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

Wilder nodded.

Carrying the iron box and walking outside.

"Finks follow up!!"