MM Racing Chapter 107 Search for a Person
Chapter 107 Search for a Person
Looking at the corpse before him, Klein skillfully began his dream divination.
The hazy world suddenly shifted with light and shadow, creating a series of images and scenes:
That was a conversation between Meursault and a middle-aged man dressed in a slightly flamboyant manner.
"No matter what you do, you must find Ian Wright and keep him alive as much as possible..." the middle-aged man instructed Meursault.
"Yes, Mr. Ambassador."
Mr. Ambassador?
I've actually encountered an extraordinary event involving other countries... Klein was slightly surprised as he looked at the psychic visions.
If that's really the case, then this matter probably won't end easily.
He looked up ahead and saw Meursault's body lying there, his eyes wide open, seemingly still retaining a murderous glint.
"And this corpse also needs to be dealt with..." Klein felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
I encountered a lot of trouble in Tingen, and now I'm having the same problem in Backlund...
Putting his complaints aside for the time being, Klein pondered how to deal with the situation at hand.
Call the police immediately... dispose of the body under the cover of night... or change your name again to get away from this big trouble.
"Let's do some divination..." After much thought, Klein decided to use the methods of a "diviner" to determine his fate.
……
After some fiddling and thinking...
Klein chose the lesser of two evils.
Based on the divination results, he chose to call the police directly.
……
Inside the office on the third floor of the Truth Guild.
"How's Sherlock Moriarty?" Charles asked, looking at Bart beside him.
"He must be a fortune teller."
"They don't seem like members of the Secret Order," Bart replied succinctly.
"Is it related to the Church of the Night...?" Charles asked again.
The Church of the True God also produces many "diviners." Considering that members of the Church of the Dark Night are all somewhat cunning, it cannot be completely ruled out that the other party is not bait released by the Church of the Dark Night.
After all, there are some things we have to be wary of.
"I don't know." Bart shook his head.
"He claims to be a follower of the god of steam and machinery, but based on the information I have gathered so far, he does not seem to be devout."
Charles picked up a report and flipped through it:
"I have never publicly proclaimed my faith, I have rarely been to church, and I don't have any mechanical accessories."
"Councilor, something's suspicious!" Bart said.
"Um……"
Charles nodded slightly and turned another page of the report in front of him.
"However, no contact between Sherlock Moriarty and the Church of the Night has been found."
"Neither the Church of Storms nor any of them."
After pondering for several seconds, Charles slowly spoke.
"I personally believe that he is a semi-believer."
His faith was merely a necessary disguise for him to integrate into society.
"The non-believers... are just like us," Bart murmured to himself.
"That should be right. If it were bait from the Church of the Night, it would be far too crude."
"A truly wild 'fortune teller'... that's so rare... is it a family tradition or an accident..." Charles's tone was somewhat intrigued.
"Director..." Bart opened his mouth slightly, looking somewhat hesitant.
"If you have any questions, just ask..." Charles snapped out of his thoughts.
"Why do you care so much about that Sherlock?"
"Because he's a 'fortune teller,' you know how convenient this method is."
"The ability to divine is indeed very convenient, but..." Bart wanted to say something more.
"But we don't lack fortune tellers, do we?" Charles said, quoting what the other person was trying to say.
"Mm." Batty nodded.
"Sigh... I'll just take it as my personal intuition. I've always believed in this kind of thing..." He pressed his temples.
"Intuition..." Bart opened his mouth slightly but then swallowed the words back.
As an auxiliary tool, the "diviners" are undoubtedly among the most useful, and Charles and Bart, as members of the society, clearly know how useful this method is.
Although the society has many "fortune tellers," compared to the current extensive workload, the more the better.
Of course, there are also deeper reasons...
Even within the society, almost all the "fortune tellers" belong to the Spade faction.
Rumors circulate that the Society's high-ranking member, Spade Two, is a high-sequence extraordinary individual with the "Diviner" pathway. As a result, almost all "Diviners" naturally gravitate towards him.
At least those trained by the society itself are more or less related to it.
Given Charles's current position, if he wants to build a team of his own, he needs to minimize the factional labels attached to its members.
Actually, the best way is to prepare your own potion and train a fortune teller who is loyal to you.
However, this behavior itself also represents a certain ambiguity. Buying magic potions privately cannot be accounted for through official channels, so it cannot be reimbursed, and it can easily cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
The Society has a tradition of recruiting untrained extraordinary individuals. If this Sherlock Moriarty is alright, it would be best to recruit him through the proper channels.
"By the way, it says here that he packs food from the guild cafeteria every day and brings it back with him," Charles said, pointing to a piece of information in the document and asking Bart, who was standing next to him.
Is this true?
"That's true, I've already confirmed it with the cafeteria staff," Bart replied affirmatively.
"Greedy... or just greedy for a bargain..." Charles pondered.
Some details can often reflect a person's true lifestyle habits.
"If he's so desperate for money, he certainly doesn't seem like an undercover agent..."
……
"Good morning, Sherlock!"
"Good morning." Klein greeted the detective in the guild, whom he barely knew, absentmindedly.
After reporting the incident to the police yesterday, he was interrogated for half a day at the police station and eventually had to post £10 bail.
Fortunately, the landlord and his wife were kind people and didn't make a big deal out of it; otherwise, he would have had to pay an extra amount in compensation.
Thinking of this, he sighed.
Although the extraordinary qualities left behind by Meursault are probably worth a lot of money, it's nothing compared to the trouble that might come with it.
It's fair to say that the 5 pounds he earned from Ian was the biggest loss he'd made recently...
Moreover, his intuition told him that this matter would not end so easily, and he might face retaliation from the ambassador at any time.
He came to the guild today specifically to inquire about the situation and see if there was any useful information.
"Sherlock..."
Sherlock
"Sorry, I was daydreaming." Klein snapped out of his thoughts and realized someone was calling him.
"What's wrong?" he asked the receptionist.
"Here's a request to find someone. Will you accept it?"
"Looking for someone, another one of these unchallenging tasks?"
Klein, who was embroiled in trouble, was not in the mood to accept the commission, but out of curiosity, he still asked.
"Who should I contact?"