MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 68 Mr. N (1)

Duan Feizhuo and Xenophon got off the bus one stop before London, and sneaked into the city of London under the cover of night.

It seems that even God is helping them. It was foggy tonight, and the visibility was less than three meters. Unless someone got close to them, they couldn't even tell whether they were men or women, let alone their faces.

Coupled with Duan Feizhuo's ability, he can monitor the surrounding noises at any time, and once he senses that an unusual person is approaching, he and Xenophon will immediately hide in the shadows.

"The night guards are disbanded, where are we going now?" Duan Feizhuo asked Xenophon through the mist in a low voice.

"Temporary headquarters." Xenophon's answer was as confusing as ever.

"...The Night Watchman still has that stuff?"

"Well, it is actually the old den of one of our colleagues. We have discussed that if you have nowhere to go, you will take refuge in that place. There is food and drink there, and it is better than starving to death."

The two dared not call a carriage, so they could only walk all the way. Xenophon was tired from walking, and turned into a crow standing on Duan Feizhuo's shoulder, majestically treating him as a car. Duan Fei was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he could only admit it.

Under Xenophon's guidance, he walked through dark alleys, and finally arrived at a place he was extremely familiar with.

Looking at the three-story Regency building, he grabbed the crow by the neck and lifted it up.

"Isn't this my home? You use my home as your headquarters?!"

The crow flapped its wings and croaked. In the dead of night, it sounds particularly harsh. Duan Feizhuo had to let it go, so as not to attract the attention of the neighbors around it.

The windows of Feizhuo's house on the third floor were pitch black, but the restaurants on the first and second floors were still open. But there wasn't a single guest tonight, Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for the boss.

The restaurant owner pushed open the door and put the rag over his shoulder. Duan Feizhuo was startled, if the boss saw his face, would he reveal his whereabouts? What if Carter was hunting him?

The boss was calm and composed, hooked his hand at him, motioning him to approach.

Duan Feizhuo pointed to himself: Me?

The boss nods.

The crow flies to the boss and takes human form in front of him. The boss laughed cheerfully and hugged Xenophon as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years.

Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded, pointing at Xenophon and the boss: "You...you two..."

Xenophon dragged him into the restaurant. The boss stood on the street looking around, listening carefully, and after making sure that no one in the neighborhood noticed them, he quietly closed the door and put up a "Closed Business" sign.

The restaurant was brightly lit, and the warm orange light made Duan Feizhuo feel warm.

The boss greeted them into the kitchen, opened the cellar cover, and signaled them to go down.

Duan Feizhuo hesitated. Xenophon had no scruples and climbed down first. Duan Feizhuo turned to look at the boss. With a kind smile on his face, the latter pointed to the cellar and motioned him to follow.

Since Xenophon is so familiar, it means that the boss should not be a suspicious person...

Duan Feizhuo regained his composure and climbed the ladder into the cellar.

The cellar was astonishingly large, and Duan Feizhuo felt that it was far larger than the size of the house. He wondered if the boss had secretly expanded it so as to pay less rent. To the left of the cellar, crates of carrots, apples, bacon, smoked fish and sausages piled up in hills, and to the right were rows of wine barrels. If war breaks out, these materials can last for several months.

Even though it is full of things, there is still room for a square table and four chairs in the cellar, which shows how spacious the space is.

The four chairs were now occupied—Ms. Q, Mr. R, Yeats, and Miss Acheson all turned to look at them at the same time.

"You are finally here, Mr. Chester." Yeats spoke first, "I was worried that you would be captured by the Committee for the Advancement of Science. I am so glad to see that you are safe and sound."

Duan Feizhuo looked at his poet friend and then at the restaurant owner, forgetting what he was going to say.

Xenophon patted the restaurant owner's arm vigorously, and said to Duan Feizhuo with a smile: "This is Mr. N."

Mr. N—the last member of the night vigilante legend, was designated by Z as the man who will assist the next leader. Duan Feizhuo had heard of his name since the first day he came to the Abnormal Case Investigation Section, but he had never met him until today.

Z said that Mr. N is on vacation now. Duan Feizhuo thinks that the "vacation" he refers to refers to finding a beautiful resort like Mr. Thales, resting for a few months, enjoying the beautiful scenery, tasting delicious food, experiencing foreign cultures, and then meeting tourists who also come to vacation Talk about a love as short as a summer shower.

But he never expected that Mr. N's way of vacation would be to open a restaurant. Still a restaurant with such terrible food!

Is his way of unwinding by torturing diners?

And why did they open a restaurant downstairs in Duan Feizhuo's house? Are there such coincidences in the world?

"I know you must be surprised." Mr. N said gently, "Sit down first, and I'll get you something to eat."

Duan Feizhuo was at a loss, but Xenophon didn't treat himself as an outsider at all. He pulled an empty box upside down, sat on it, and moved to the side of the square table. Miss Acheson and Yeats had to step aside to make room for him.

Mr. N returned with two dinner plates and six glasses of beer—they were floating in front of Mr. N. He directed the plates and wine glasses to fall on the square table. Slices of toast piled high on one plate, and sizzling roasts on the other. The beer was bubbling and bubbling.

Xenophon grabbed the bread and devoured it like a starving ghost. Others raised their glasses.

Duan Feizhuo's stomach growled spinelessly. He drove for a day today, from the south of the UK to the north, and then all the way back. He basically didn't eat anything on the way. He had ignored his hunger due to his high mental tension before, but now he suddenly relaxed, and he realized how hungry he was.

Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he also pulled an empty box and squeezed into the night guards.

For some reason, the food sold in the restaurant is difficult to describe, but the bread and roast meat are surprisingly delicious. The crispy shell wraps the soft dough, and every bite is like biting into a cloud, with a rich milky aroma. The barbecue is grilled just right, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is even more fragrant after being topped with a special sauce.

Duan Feizhuo and Xenophon wiped out the food like a storm. They also drank most of the beer. Because cannibals have soft mouths and short hands, after eating Mr. N's food, Duan Feizhuo's attitude towards him became much more friendly.

"So...why did the night policeman on vacation come to open a restaurant?" After drinking and eating, it was time to talk about business.

Mr. N was lazily leaning on the ladder at the entrance of the cellar, using secret techniques to manipulate two beer bottles to fly over to pour wine for them.

"Actually, I'm not on vacation, but resigning passively. My dream has always been to open a restaurant." Mr. N smiled, "Boss Z didn't allow me to resign, so he forced me to stay without pay. take a vacation."

Duan Feizhuo thinks that Z is doing the right thing. If such a person goes to open a restaurant, it is tantamount to endangering the lives of the public. He is more suitable as a night watchman.

"Then why did you rent the house downstairs from me? Did you doubt my identity long ago?... No, you opened a shop here when my uncle was still alive. Have you ever doubted his identity?"

Duan Feizhuo looked at Mr. N carefully. It's hard to judge his age, probably more than 30 years old and less than 40 years old, his appearance is amiable, just looking at his appearance will never make people think that he has any special identity. One of his legs was thinner than the other, and he made a metallic clang when he walked. Duan Feizhuo had reason to believe that it was a mechanical prosthesis.

"Just a coincidence. Your uncle passed away not long after I rented the store, and I barely had any dealings with him. Then you came. At first I thought you were just a normal person—although not without suspicion. "

Duan Feizhuo raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

"Do you remember what I told you about the earthquake in the store? At that time, I wondered if you were practicing secret arts. But generally speaking, practicing secret arts will not cause such a big movement." Mr. N curled his lips, " I think maybe I'm being naive."

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help covering his face. That's right, it was caused by his practice of secret arts. He didn't know the point at the time, so that he caused quite a bit of damage to the restaurant. Mr. Thales also complained that his movements were like artillery. He doesn't want to...

"Mr. N, this is your fault," Xenophon said reproachfully, "At first I doubted this kid, but then I thought: Mr. N lives downstairs, if there is something wrong with him , Mr. N can't find it? He hasn't reported it until now, which means that the kid is fine. As a result, I didn't realize his abnormality so late!"

Mr. N wrote lightly: "I have said that I want to resign, and it is not my obligation to report suspicious persons."

"You are covering up! Covering up!"

"Don't talk about me. Tell me about your discovery." Mr. N said. "What is the situation in London now?"

All the policemen looked at each other in blank dismay.

Miss Acheson was the first to speak: "The office has been occupied by Carter's people. But before I left, I burned all the important files with the spell Ms. Q gave me. Carter probably didn't know that we were already investigating him. Then It’s not that easy for someone to take over our job.”

"If we take back the Abnormal Case Investigation Section one day, can the files be restored?" Mr. R asked.

"It's okay, I've got it all in my mind. I'll just write it down silently." Miss Acheson smiled faintly.

Everyone looked terrified. It is worthy of being the king of the night vigilante's introversion, so terrifying!

"Didn't you all go out to investigate separately? How did you get together here?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Miss Acheson said: "This place was originally the safe house we agreed upon, but it has never been used before today."

"When we were returning to Scotland Yard, we met Miss Acheson on the way." Mr. R said, "She stopped us, and after explaining the situation, we decided to move here."

Yeats said: "I just didn't go back to Scotland Yard. I wanted to visit your house, but I bumped into Miss Acheson and the others as soon as I got downstairs. It's a coincidence."

Mr. R asked: "What about you? Didn't you and Xenophon go to Soho to investigate? What did you find?"

Duan Feizhuo and Xenophon looked at each other with gloomy expressions.

"The Committee for the Advancement of Science has been assassinating the families of mystics, and then sending the remaining orphans to the poorhouse to be raised and cultivated as their cronies." Xenophon is rarely so serious, "I'm afraid my family is too... If the night vigilante If I didn't arrive in time, I might be Carter's subordinate now."

"My family was also killed by them." Duan Feizhuo's expression darkened. The scenes Hecate showed him are still vivid in his mind. But he didn't mention Hecate's name, nor did he mention the matter of his soul traveling, only saying that he saw the truth through his supernatural power.

After hearing his story, all the night policemen showed sympathy and solemnity on their faces. Mr. N silently filled him with wine and patted his shoulder, as if to express comfort.

"Surely you want to avenge your father?" Mr. N asked in a low voice.

Duan Feizhuo nodded. "Let's not talk about me. How is Z now?"

He was terribly worried. After Xenophon escaped from the palace, they lost news of Z. It is only known that he fell into the hands of Carter and Mrs. Boyle. Mrs. Boyle does not regard Z as a human being at all. In her eyes, Z is just a piece of her work, which can be dismantled or destroyed at any time. Thinking of how they would torture Z, Duan Feizhuo's heart felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by thousands of ants.

He should really say goodbye to Z before heading north to Aberdeen. According to Xenophon, if he went to say goodbye, then he and Z would be taken away by Carter together. The two of them fought against Carter and Mrs. Boyle together, and with the help of Xenophon, they might not be at a disadvantage, and everything would be different.

But the reason why he hurried to Aberdeen was because of the call of Hecate. The Goddess of the Crossroads hastily told him to meet in Aberdeen in order to save him from some bad results. By bad result she said, did she mean he was arrested with Z? In other words, even if he stayed in London and fought side by side with Z, nothing would change?

Others are not yet aware of Xenophon's experience. He briefly explained what he had seen and heard in the palace. The night policemen were even more astonished. Mr. N even froze halfway through pouring the wine. The wine overflowed the glass and flowed out.

He hastily snapped his fingers to clear the beer from the table.

"I'll go get a new one." He shook his head and crawled out of the cellar.

"I don't understand." Miss Acheson said, "What is the purpose of the Science Progress Committee? Is it to fight for power? They have entered the center of the country and have great power. Not to mention manipulating the parliament, even the Queen will suffer Their influence. If it is said that they want to grab more wealth, but they have already made a lot of money relying on ether crystals and steam-powered engines, what wealth can they grab?"

"Human desires are endless." Xenophon put on a philosopher's face.

"Are they trying to do all this, purely for material desires?" Miss Acheson looked at the night policeman with black hair and yellow eyes, "You said that Carter and Mrs. Boyle tried to create undead soldiers. They did it for their own extend its influence to foreign countries? Even—conquer the world?”

"It's totally possible!" Mr. R thumped the table, "Think about it, an immortal army! If everyone in the team can fight like Boss Z, wouldn't it be easy to conquer the world?"

Miss Acheson frowned, and seemed to disagree with him. But she made no rebuttal.

"Since we have to deal with the Science Progress Committee, we must at least come up with a plan?" Xenophon asked for everyone's opinions. "Now our biggest problem is: Boss Z has been caught, what should we do?"

The others were still immersed in the shock of Z's arrest, and no one responded for a while.

Duan Feizhuo said: "Z once wrote a suicide note, appointing Miss Acheson to be the leader after his death, and Mr. N to assist her."

"The boss is not dead yet." Ms. Q looked gloomy.

"I know. But I think Z trusted Miss Acheson's ability to designate her as the next leader." Duan Feizhuo looked at Miss Typist, "What do you think we should do?"

This plain-looking miss typist crossed her fingers and propped her chin: "I'm not very educated, and I'm still young. I'm afraid I can't take on the responsibility of the leader. I think we should find a way to rescue Boss Z before we talk about it." others."

"Do you know where the boss is locked?" Mr. R asked eagerly.

Xenophon shook his head: "I ran away after being injured. I don't know what happened to the boss afterwards."

Yeats interjected: "Since he is still useful to Mrs. Boyle, it means that at least they will not kill him. He will definitely be held in a tightly guarded place—a safe prison."

Hearing them talk about Z, Duan Feizhuo felt indescribably uncomfortable. He found that the beer was finished, but Mr. N hadn't come back yet, so he got up and said, "I'll go find Mr. N."

He crawled back to the kitchen, but Mr. N was nowhere to be seen. After looking around for a while, I found that Mr. N was standing at the door.

"Mr. N!" he called, "Boss, bring me some more wine!"

Mr. N didn't answer, but leaned against the door frame, as if something strange happened in the street.

Duan Feizhuo poked his head out, and saw a woman standing in the shadow of the building across the street, with a shawl wrapped around her head, covering most of her face.

But Duan Feizhuo still recognized her. Her temperament is too unique, completely different from ordinary human beings, and there are not many people like her in London.

"Chairman? Why are you here?"

Evangeline Black was surprised: "Hand... Mr. Chester?"

Duan Feizhuo looked at the boss, then at Evangeline: "Can I let her in? She's an acquaintance of mine."

"I have invited this lady in, but she is not happy." Mr. N smiled self-deprecatingly.

Duan Feizhuo felt helpless. No wonder. Evangeline is a mystic and a member of the night clan, because she is afraid of revealing her identity, she doesn't even associate with fellow mystics. And Mr. N is not only a occultist, but also a night vigilante—or a former night vigilante. In the cellar of his dining room there are still a bunch of night watchmen sitting. Evangeline came here like a mouse into a cat's litter. Even if the cat has no intention of eating the mouse, the mouse will be scared to death.

Evangeline was hesitant and wary. She needed a safe haven, and the restaurateur was clearly not a normal person. How could she trust him so easily? But Mr. Chester was there too, and they seemed to know each other very well. Does this mean that the boss is also a mystic?

Duan Feizhuo nodded to her: "Please come in, here are people I can trust."

Now that he said so, Evangeline stopped doubting and walked into the restaurant quickly. After confirming that no one was watching the street, the boss quickly closed the door.

"It's great to meet you, Mr. Chester." Evangeline took off the shawl covering her face and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Duan Feizhuo couldn't help frowning. Evangeline rarely leaves her nursing home. Her presence here in person must have meant that something important had happened.

"Is it safe to speak here?" Evangeline was a little nervous.

Mr. N pointed to the kitchen. Duan Feizhuo understood what he meant to take Evangeline to the cellar. But lurking in the cellar is a group of night vigilantes...

Forget it, it's already this time, and there are no night watchmen and mystics. Besides, they weren't Scotland Yard detectives, and they weren't qualified to arrest people in principle.

"Please follow me." Duan Feizhuo said.

He led Evangeline down to the cellar. When the night policemen saw a beautiful young woman brought down by him, they all showed complicated expressions.

"What did you do to offend the boss?" Xenophon asked in disbelief.

"I don't." Duan Feizhuo gave him a blank look, "This is the chairman of Beautiful Gaia, Ms. Evangeline Black."

Evangeline's gaze rested on everyone's face for a moment, and she pinched her cuff uneasily.

"They are all my friends." Duan Feizhuo introduced, "You can trust them. We took refuge here."

"Refuge?" Evangeline's lips trembled slightly, repeating the word, "Are you all mystics?"

Not all of them. But no one pointed out her mistake, but acquiesced to her inference.

Mr. R jumped up and gave his chair to Evangeline in a very gentlemanly manner. She sat down and gave Mr. R a grateful look. Mr. N also brings food and beer to Evangeline. She didn't touch the food, but took a few sips from her wine glass.

"What's the matter, Chairman?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

After drinking beer, Evangeline calmed down a lot. She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "A group of people who called themselves Scotland Yard detectives broke into the nursing home and wanted to arrest me. I think they must be the night police. But I blew up the wing of the nursing home and escaped alone. Come out. I have nowhere to turn, so I can only come to you."

Duan Feizhuo was astonished.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Evangeline couldn't help being curious about the strange look on everyone's face: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Hmm..." Xenophon pondered, "Ma'am, I don't know who the person who attacked you is, anyway, it can't be the night policeman."

"why?"

"Because one can't be in two places at the same time. And all the Night Watchmen are sitting here now."

Startled, Evangeline jumped to her feet, readying a defensive occult spell. She expressed regret. She obviously trusted Mr. Chester to come to him, but the result was good, he sent her directly to the wolf den!

"Calm down, chairman." Duan Feizhuo pressed his hand on her, "They won't arrest you. They were all fired not long ago. Now it is the Science Progress Committee who controls Scotland Yard. I think the one who attacked you should be the same. them."

Evangeline's embroidered eyebrows furrowed tightly upon hearing the name of the "Scientific Progress Committee".

Duan Feizhuo briefly explained the grievances between the night guards and the committee. The ideas promoted by Beautiful Gaia run counter to the Science Progress Committee, and Evangeline and them have long been in conflict. It's just that she didn't expect that the power of the committee would be so great.

Not only fired the night guards, but also replaced them with his own troops. It seems that they will not only fight in the newspapers.

"It's really strange." Evangeline couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I'm a mystic, and everyone is a night watchman, but we had to hide in the same place because of the committee."

Yeats said politely: "When faced with a common enemy, people will naturally form alliances. Now there is no difference between mystics and night watchmen. What's more, there are many mystics among us."

He finished with a small smile on Evangeline. He had already recognized this woman, she had appeared in the secret trading company. He didn't know her identity then, but now he knows.

"You escaped, will the sanitarium and other members of Beautiful Gaia be okay?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"To be honest, I don't know." Evangeline looked sad, "I asked the preacher to evacuate the crowd. I am the only mystic in Beautiful Gaia. I hope that others will not be embarrassed."

"How did the Committee for the Advancement of Science know that you are a occultist?"

"I don't know either. My identity hasn't been revealed for so many years." Evangeline touched her chin in doubt, "However, if the committee also has mystics, then it's not surprising that they guessed my identity. After all, there are only a few types of people who preach the disadvantages of ether crystals everywhere..."

She looked up suddenly, realizing that her presence had interrupted the loud plotting of the former night vigilantes. "Are you guys discussing something important? If necessary, I can avoid it. Just give me a place where I can settle down."

The night guards exchanged glances. Of course they don't like the presence of outsiders, but they all understand that one more person is more strength, not to mention Evangeline is a mystic who shares the same hatred with them. She'll be a valuable fighting force.

In the end, it was Miss Acheson who spoke: "You stay, ma'am. Xenophon is right, we should unite instead of shutting others out."

"We are discussing how to rescue our boss," said Xenophon. "He has been imprisoned by the committee. We don't know where he is at present. It would be great if we could go to Scotland Yard to investigate."

Evangeline remembered something, and looked at Duan Feizhuo: "Don't you have a magical plant in your hand, as long as you hold its leaves, you can become invisible?"

Duan Feizhuo once went to visit the beautiful Gaia Sanatorium at night with a phantom leaf in his mouth, and Evangeline still remembers this.

"It's all been used up." Duan Feizhuo shook his head.

Ms. Q said: "When we hunted down Duncan McLean, we took advantage of Jack the Ripper's supernatural perception. If you inherited Duncan McLean's ability, can you use this ability to find Boss Z? where is it?"

Duan Feizhuo frowned. He'd never tried it, and he didn't know if it would work. He can indeed monitor the surrounding movement with his extraordinary hearing and sense of smell, but only within a certain range. If the scope is extended to the whole of London...he is not confident either.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps upstairs.

"Is anyone there?" roared a gruff voice. "Since the light is on, someone must be there! Where's the boss? Come out!"

Mr. N's face turned cold, and he hurriedly said to everyone: "Hide quickly!"

He climbed up the ladder, left the cellar, closed the cellar door, and deliberately moved two bags to hold it down.

Five men in black broke into the shop in a big way.

"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, the restaurant is closed." Mr. N put on a friendly expression that a restaurant owner should have.

The leader of the men in black walked up to him, lowered his head and stared into his eyes.

"Do you know where the Chesters live on the third floor?"

Mr. N feigned surprise: "You mean Mr. Leopold Chester? Huh? He hasn't come back yet?"

"Nonsense, you live downstairs from him, and you still ask me?"

"I'm busy with customers all day long, so I don't know his whereabouts. He's the landlord, and he can go wherever he likes. Oh, by the way, he often travels far away, maybe he travels again?"

"Is there anyone else in your shop?"

Mr. N replied gently: "No, I am alone."

"Get out of the way! We're going to search!"

The man in black pushed Mr. N away. He bumped into the counter and deliberately knocked over a glass.

Snapped. The glass shattered loudly. Can be heard even in the cellar.

People in black rummaged through the restaurant. They lifted up every tablecloth, opened every cabinet, even the door of Mr. N's private room was kicked open by them. They searched every possible place to hide a person.

"Gentlemen, stop! You're breaking the law! You can't mess with my stuff! Said I'm the only one in the store! Are you the police? Even the police can't do this! Do you have a search warrant?"

Ignoring his cries, the committee's "police" searched the kitchen. They found the cellar door in no time.

"What's down here?" The man in black grabbed Mr. N by the collar and made him face the cellar.

Watch out for your claws. Mr. N thought to himself.

"It's a cellar, sir," he answered. "I'm using it as a storeroom. It's just ingredients and wine."

The leader of the man in black pouted at his subordinates: "Go down and have a look."

Mr. N's heartbeat accelerated suddenly.

The people in black were not stupid. They knew that they might encounter an ambush in the cellar, so they didn't dare to go down easily. They found a wooden stick, carefully lifted the cover of the cellar, and only after confirming that there were no traps below, did they let one of them go down to explore the way.

After the man entered the cellar, the leader of the man in black rudely picked up Mr. N's collar: "You go down too."

"I…"

"Hurry up!"

Mr. N bit his lip and had to climb down the ladder. He thought that if they hadn't been able to hide, a fierce battle would probably be inevitable. There are many people on their side, and it is not a problem to defeat these men in black. The question is where to hide the body. buried? Built into the wall?

He turned to face the cellar.

Then he showed a knowing smile.

The cellar was empty. The square table was empty, only a small and exquisite notebook and a few scattered papers.

A complex magic circle is drawn on the paper.

The leader of the men in black also jumped into the cellar. Finding that there was no one here, he was suddenly furious.

His eyes fell on the square table. In his eyes, there were only notebooks and a few blank papers on the table. He picked up the notebook and flipped through it, only to find that there were only a bunch of numbers recorded on it.

"What is this?" he asked sharply.

"Account book." Mr. N said nonsense with his eyes open, "It is used to record how much salary I pay employees every month."

"Hmph!" The leader dropped the notebook angrily, and winked at his subordinates, "Let's go!"

Mr. N watched them file out, and asked with a special smile: "Are you leaving now? Don't you want to stay for a meal? The grilled sausages in our shop are delicious!"

After confirming that those men in black would not break into the store again (they were smart enough to leave one person behind to watch), Mr. N closed the store door, turned off the lights, and tiptoed into the cellar.

Everyone in the cellar suddenly tensed up. Those who came must be the group of mystics sent by the committee to Scotland Yard. If they find them in the cellar...they will be wiped out!

But where can they hide? Although the cellar is spacious, there is only such a small space. If there is only one person, it is okay, and he can hide behind the wine barrel, but there are so many of them...

Evangeline stood up abruptly: "The trading house! Hide everyone in the trading house!"

Duan Feizhuo patted his head. Yup! As long as everyone enters the trading house, the cellar will be empty. Even if the committee came to search, they would only see a few blank sheets of paper—those who failed to sign a secret art contract with the trading house would not be able to see the magic circle on the paper.

But the talisman paper of the owner of the trading bank has been kept by Z. If the owner is not in the trading bank, the guest channel cannot be opened. Now that Z is detained by the committee, doesn't the talisman paper fall into their hands?

Xenophon said eagerly: "I remember that the owner of the trading house cannot have two talisman papers at the same time, otherwise only the first one will take effect, right?"

Duan Feizhuo nodded. They also did experiments at the time.

"You might as well try to draw a new one. As long as Boss Z is still clear-headed, he should destroy that talisman paper as soon as he is arrested, so as to prevent it from being found by the committee and leave a path for you."

Duan Feizhuo wasn't sure if Z would do that. It's not that he can't trust Z's mind, but...he knows that Z is very resistant to everything related to the secret trading company.

However, things had come to this, he could only try to draw another talisman paper. Even if you fail, it's just a waste of time. Anyway, they can't escape, so it's better to put all their eggs in one basket.

Miss Acheson had a notebook and a pencil with her. The notebook was so pocketable that it could be tucked into a lady's sleeve. Drawing the magic circle on such a small piece of paper, Duan Feizhuo felt like he was going to go blind.

There were endless footsteps upstairs. The committee's "cops" turned the restaurant upside down. Mr. N pretended to be terrified and shouted:

After finally drawing the magic circle, Duan Feizhuo tore off the page and placed it in the center of the square table.

Make or break it.

He held down the magic circle.

In the next second, he appeared in the transaction line.

It worked! The display in the trading house is the same as before, and his magic circle can go straight here!

This shows that Z did destroy the talisman paper in his hand.

He hurriedly left the trading house and returned to the cellar. Among the crowd, Yeats and Evangeline were both customers of the trading house, but neither of them brought their magic circle talisman paper. Duan Feizhuo had no choice but to draw another picture for them.

He has never drawn a magic circle with such a fast pen speed. Sweat trickled down his cheeks and into his neckline. He quickly drew six talisman papers and handed them to six people. Then he entered the trading house again, turned the hands of the gold clock, and opened the passenger passage.

Six people rushed into the trading house almost as soon as the passage opened.

Yeats and Evangeline were used to the appearance of the trading house, but it was the first time for the four night guards to visit. They forgot the language for a moment, and their eyes lingered on the high-ceiling display cabinets and the dazzling array of goods. As a night guard, he couldn't help but admire such a magnificent and magical place in the world.

"Good guy, now I understand why the boss confiscated all the goods here." Xenophon's eyes widened bigger than copper bells, "This is really..."

He stopped, not knowing what adjectives to use to describe what he saw and how he was feeling right now.

Duan Feizhuo immediately closed the passenger passage to prevent other guests from entering by mistake.

"Are we safe here?" Ms. Q asked as she stroked the glass display case, her eyes sleepwalking.

"As long as I close the passage, no one else can enter." Duan Feizhuo sat down on the only chair wearily.

"If the talismans we left in the real world are destroyed, what will happen to us?" Mr. R asked curiously, "Wouldn't we be trapped here forever?"

"I don't know either. I actually don't know much about this place." Duan Feizhuo answered honestly.

"Think about what we can do with this space