Lord of the Mysteries v5c53

Chapter 53 Instigation
As Ernest got into the carriage and left, several bounty hunters hiding nearby jumped out immediately. Some stopped a passing taxi without stingy upfront expenses. Some recorded the characteristics of the target carriage and tried to make a detour from the remote narrow road to the front. Others rode on their bicycles, which they had prepared beforehand. In the tinkling voice, it passes through the gap between the carriage and the crowd, and it is very easy to follow.
In this case, we can only rest in a hurry, still stay in place, and watch Ernest and his colleagues go away.
This kind of transportation called bicycle is more useful than I thought. No wonder so many bounty hunters save money to buy one, which can save the cost of riding a carriage or walking time. If you have similar tracking tasks on a regular basis, that saves enough money to buy a new bicycle... The only problem is that this type of transportation is still very few, all of which are of high seating type. Sue saw a heartbeat.
At that moment, a coach came from the intersection and stopped in front of her.
Sue's location is exactly a site.
Looking at the double-decker car parked on the steel track, Hugh took out a few pennies of copper coins, went up and found a window seat to sit down.
The two floors of the coach can carry nearly fifty people. It is not crowded at this time, so that it can look out of the window very smoothly.
But she wasn't enjoying the scenery. Her mind sketched out the specific shape of the goal.
Brown hair, bright red eyes, deep contour lines, a slightly deformed nose, holding an oil painting book.
With the help of the extraordinary sensation of the "sheriff" in this respect, and the distance between the two sides has not been widened, the covert grasp the current position of the target and the predetermined direction.
So she was calm, even with the window glass, took off her cap, and trimmed her slightly rough and stubborn blonde hair.
After some unknown stops, Hugh suddenly got up and went down after another stop in the public carriage.
Here is the Beckland Bridge area. Her sensing target has changed direction and is ready to go to the bridge.
Hugh walked quickly, intending to enter another street from the front corner, and boarded a coach to the South Bank of Tassok.
She was lucky, and as soon as she arrived at the platform, the coach came.
Hugh breathed in silence, took out the other pennies he had prepared, and became more and more eager to buy a bicycle.
This trolley is very crowded, but don't rely on the dignity of the "arbitrator", or more easily through the crowd, up to the second floor, to find a place.
The carriage was moving slowly, and Sue looked out of the window at will, her eyes protruding and solidified.
She saw Sherman, who had never been found before!
The young man, who thought he was a woman, was entering a narrow alley with a paper bag containing several long loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers.
His shoulder-to-shoulder brown hair was much longer, and his gray striped trousers were rather tight.
Although his figure flickered away and normal people could not be sure, Hugh, as a "sheriff", made a positive judgment easily.
Sherman retreated his rented room in the Eastern District and moved over here? It's nothing to break up with the other party, and I'm tracking my target. So I get out of the carriage, catch up with the other party and ask about the latest situation.
...
Sherman, carrying paper bags and a stack of newspapers with long loaves of bread, walked through the alleys and streets and circled around for a long time before entering an apartment. He walked down the narrow stairs to the third floor, took out the keys and opened the door of his apartment.
He seems to have good anti-tracking skills.
With a squeak, the door was open, Sherman suddenly lit up and saw a girl in a long black dress.
This girl has a sweet and moist face, a wonderful and eloquent posture, even standing in the window, blocking the sunshine, so that their own place appears dark, but also as if plated with a layer of gold, more holy and beautiful.
"Why are you here?" Sherman stared at each other in surprise, then looked up and down uncontrollably.
His less obvious laryngeal knot wriggled and swallowed saliva.
The next second, he slanted his head and looked aside, as if he dared not look straight.
"Te, Mrs. Terris..." Sherman calls each other names.
Terice's smile slowly blossomed, making the dark rooms seem much brighter. Then she asked in a slightly jesting tone:
"Why don't you dare to look at me?"
"I, I don't know, I like, like clearly male, why, why see you, there are still many strange ideas..." Sherman still looked at the ground on the side and stammered slightly.
Terris's face became a little complicated, and soon nothing happened, she said with a laugh.
"Women also appreciate beautiful and attractive peers."
She paused and said:
"I'm here today with a task for you. Your initial progress is very fast, I am satisfied, but recently it seems to have stagnated.
Sherman's face suddenly showed a little fear, and his subconscious retreated a step:
"I don't think it's necessary to do that..."
Seeing Teris not refuting, Sherman's words gradually became fluent:
"I really can't instigate others to steal, rob and kill. It's too bad, too bad!
"Even the people you let me assassinate in the first place, I feel that I've gone too far. Although they do scold me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread bad words about me, hurt me in various ways to get happiness, but their actions are not as much as they need to be repaid with their lives."
Terice smiled, not surprisingly.
"That's not what you said. You hate them, you resent them, you can't wait to get revenge on them once you have acquired extraordinary abilities. I just mentioned a little, and you planned many assassinations yourself. I always remember you were covered with blood, shivering and feverishly satisfied. How it looks.
As Sherman listened, he couldn't help stepping back until he resisted the door that had been closed sometime before he put his hands over his face and shouted out in a low voice.
"No!
"Now I have nightmares every night, dreaming that they are bloody around me, chasing me, biting me..."
Well, a paper bag fell to the ground, and a bunch of loaves of bread came out, and a stack of newspapers fell right next to them.
"That's normal." Teris calmly interrupted Sherman's remark, "This is the stage of psychological transformation that assassins will inevitably undergo. Do you want to kill those people when they bullied you before?"
"... Yes." Sherman hesitated for a moment.
Therese then gave a low laugh:
"You killed them when you rebelled when you were bullied."
Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded:
"Think about it, it's much better..."
On hearing this, Terice's dimple appeared, adding slightly wittily:
"What's more, they were not your opponents when they were alive, and what's to be afraid of when they die?
"Even if they become ghosts and ghosts, it's nothing. You just need to finish the ceremony carefully and take the magic potion once more, you can burn all those ghosts to death!"
"But I can't bear to see others become ugly, crazy and vicious under my instigation." Sherman was still rather reluctant.
Terice dropped her lower lip slightly invisibly and said with a constant smile:
"That's the evil thoughts they already have. They have nothing to do with you. Even without you, they may erupt at certain times and on certain occasions.
"Besides, the tasks I have assigned you are all related to gangs. Don't you know what those people are like? It is mercy and compassion for you and innocent residents of the East Side like you to let them fight and kill each other.
Sherman opened his mouth subconsciously, but it reached his mouth and retracted.
He suddenly became silent.
Terris glanced at him in a drifting eye and continued softly in her voice:
"You're only one step away from your ultimate goal. If you complete the remaining rituals, you can drink the third potion and turn into a woman completely.
"Then you can use the name of Sherman that you used to have. What a nice name. Then you can leave Beckland as a girl and start a new life in Chenghai or Dixie County. It has nothing to do with everything here. Well, you must be charming and will be given a lot of privileges. Show men to pursue, and from among them choose the one you are most satisfied with and like to enter the palace of marriage, give birth to lively children, educate them to grow up healthily, take them to winter County skiing, to Dixie Bay holiday, to the hunting ground to enjoy the entertainment of nobility only have...
"Didn't you say that in order to find yourself, you can give everything?"
Sherman's lips moved a few times, tightened for a moment, and opened a little:
"Mrs. Terris, I see. I'll do what you tell me."
After that, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He was shaking and about to fall. Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed the clothes rack next to him.
In the process, his eyes naturally swept over the stack of newspapers on the ground.
The stack of newspapers has spread out, revealing a story in the middle:
"... Mr. Dawn Downes, a wealthy man from Disney, intends to buy Larivy Steel, which he considers to have considerable profitability and development prospects.
...
"Sir, do you really want to buy Larivier Steel?" At 160 Berklund Street, Nyuni, a close servant, asked as he was on his way upstairs.
Dawn Dontess shook his head and laughed.
"The news was purely fabricated. I met Mr. Phil Larivier, the owner of Larivier Steel, only once at last week's dance and had a few conversations."
Walter, the housekeeper next to him, breathed a little relieved and said:
"Sir, Larivier Steel is really looking for a buyer, and there are a lot of people interested."
That is to say, did Phil find a reporter to release the news so that he could sell it at a better price? Klein nodded thoughtfully, entered the semi-open room with a large balcony, prepared to enter the fog, with the help of "believer" Nyuni's prayer light, to observe whether the Hairouer family is unusual.
This is what he has been doing in recent days.