Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 61 Professor Wayne Is Really Missing

"Do you know the identity of that person in the dark?" Sharon could see that Hastur had something on his mind.

"It's just a guess. I don't know what Miss Sharon will know about Aurora?"

"Crazy, a group of lunatics, desperate lunatics."

"..."

It is a very apt description, it seems that Miss Sharron has also dealt with people from the Aurora Order.

Hastur said with a wry smile: "Yeah, they are all a bunch of lunatics, and I may have provoked them."

"You are an aristocrat. If you live in the urban area, you will be safer."

"Has Miss Sharon heard of Mr. A?"

Sharon nodded, and her expression became more serious. Backlund's Extraordinary Gathering Places are not too many, and the Extraordinary Gathering organized by Mr. A has been mentioned by other Extraordinary people, and her reputation is pretty good.

"I attended a remarkable party held by Mr. A..."

Hastur did not hide anything, and told everything about his participation in that extraordinary party, emphasizing that Mr. A was inexplicably optimistic about him.

After listening quietly, Sharon gave her own judgment: "Perhaps you have a characteristic that you don't understand, and only those related to it can see it."

Is it really so?

Hastur sighed. He also had this guess before, but he felt a little unreliable. After all, apart from the Hall of Stars, he should have no other special places.

With the specifications of the Hall of Stars, it is obvious that Mr. A cannot see through it. At least he needs a King of Angels to get along face to face, so that he can feel the existence of the Hall of Stars.

"If there is something special about you that he values, then he will not easily attack you. You are still safe now."

"maybe."

Being targeted by a crazy person like Mr. A, Hastur dare not bet that the other party will always deal with the problem calmly.

What if Mr. A suddenly goes crazy, or comes to him on a whim?

Sharon thought for a while and still didn't say anything. Her situation in Backlund was not very good, and the scene fell silent for a while.

The wood in the campfire crackled until Maric returned to break the silence.

"Sharon, you're here too."

"Tonight is really a good day."

"1000 gold pounds per person, the nobles' money is easy to make!"

Maric was very happy to distribute 1000 gold pounds to Hasta, which was a check representing 1000 gold pounds.

A thin piece of paper has a very heavy weight.

Hasta took the check carefully, glanced at the expressionless Sharon, coughed lightly, and said, "Miss Sharon, if you hadn't stood up for us tonight, Maric and I would be in danger. The 1000 gold There is half your pay in pounds."

Sharon's eyes lit up, she didn't speak, but just nodded calmly.

"..."

Maric looked astonished, and finally thought about it, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm willing to pay half of the reward too!"

"Ah."

Sharon narrowed her eyes and nodded calmly.

Hastur, who had been secretly paying attention to Sharon's little expression, smiled secretly in his heart. He clearly noticed that Miss Sharon's breathing became a little faster for a moment.

She didn't even need to ask for it herself, and she could get a huge reward of 1000 gold pounds, and she hadn't done anything with the other party, so she got a huge sum of money for nothing.

This made Sharon look at Hastur a little more kindly.

She knew that Hasta did this, one was to sincerely thank herself for blocking Mr. A for him tonight, and the other was to give herself a favor.

"If you need help, you can ask Maric to notify me."

Sharon thought for a while and made a promise to make a move.

Hastur smiled and said, "Okay, thank you Miss Sharon."

"Did something happen?"

Maric stared blankly at the scene in front of him, he always felt that there was something wrong with these two people.

……

A week later.

At the lake, a new wooden cabin was built. The small wooden cabin has two windows and one door, so people don’t feel bored in it.

In front of the wooden house, there are two bamboo poles standing upright, and a pole across them, with a dozen fish hanging from them.

Outside the door, Hastur was sitting on a bluestone, using earthworms as bait, and patiently fishing facing the watery lake.

Maric and his team of zombies also became fishers like him.

Although the living corpses lack intelligence, their incomparable patience makes them good fishers.

In the two fishing competitions that have been held, both were won by Maric's zombie team.

Hastur leisurely enjoyed the good time that belongs to nature alone, but secretly sighed in his heart, such a savage performance is still a bit tasteless.

During this period of time, he tried his best not to use modern tools, lived here in a relatively primitive way, and even built a log cabin on a whim.

But the digestion speed of the barbarian potion is not fast, even a little slow.

This made him realize that it would be very difficult for him to digest the barbarian potion through this kind of acting.

I need to find a new way of acting.

He also once again summed up the barbarian's playing rules, and felt that his current situation was that he did not interact with the rules and order.

Living in the wild all the time can only be a savage, not a savage.

A real savage is one who shows disobedience, rebellion, and rebellion when facing the inherent rules and order.

To successfully play a barbarian, you need the help of rules and order.

Only in the urban area of ​​Backlund, where there are many people, and in the noble circle, the stricter the rules and order, the faster the digestion of the barbarian's potion.

I still have to go back.

Hastur sighed, and with a flick of his hand, a crucian carp weighing about two catties was caught and was struggling non-stop.

"Your harvest today is not as good as mine."

Maric smiled and patted the fish basket by his side, which was simply woven with bamboo strips, and there were already seven or eight big fish in it.

"I need to let you once in a while, otherwise, if I always win you, it's too boring, and it will give me no sense of accomplishment."

"Tsk tsk, the technique is not good, and the tone is not small."

"You can't even compare to your own living corpse, so you have the nerve to mock me?"

While speaking, a group of living corpses turned their heads and stared at Maric, as if echoing Hastur's words, which made Maric embarrassed for a while.

"Just the two of us, within an hour, let's see who can catch more fish."

As Maric said, he poured all the fish in the fish basket into the lake.

There have been too many fish caught recently, and it is impossible for him and Hastur to finish them all.

"Come on, let me show you how powerful the fishing master is."

Facing such an invitation to fight, Hastur had no reason to refuse.

Just when the game between the two of them was about to begin, Butler Neil hurried over through the dense forest path.

Maric flicked his fishing rod, knowing that today's gamble was unbeatable.

"What happened? Is it another invitation from Earl Richard?" Hastur slowly put away the fishing rod and line.

In the past few days, Earl Richard has been wanting to invite his neighbor to visit his manor, but after being declined, he proposed to visit him many times.

For this generous earl, Hastur does not want the other party to know his identity for the time being, and who knows if his so-called Lord still meets him in his dream recently.

"There are two letters, one is from His Excellency Greck, and the other is from Lecturer Fallen of Backlund University. It is urgent."

"Let me see."

Hastur took the two letters handed over by Butler Neil, put one on his lap, and opened the other.

Greg's letter was nothing serious, just asking him what he's been up to recently and why he hasn't come back yet.

At the same time, he was informed that his weekly salary at Bavat Bank had been increased from £10 to £15 a week.

Hasta just received a huge sum of 500 gold pounds not long ago, and has already become immune to this salary increase.

Put Greg's letter away and put it away, then open Lecturer Furren's letter.

This letter is very long, but has only one main message.

Professor Wayne went to the Sunrise Workhouse and disappeared. There has been no news for three days, and his help is needed.

Hastur stood up with a serious face, and told Butler Neil to go back and get the carriage ready, and he wanted to go back immediately.

"What happened?" Maric cast a curious look.

"Well, it's really big. Are you interested in going with me to the Sunrise Workhouse in the dock area?"

Hastur sent an invitation, and with Maric by his side, it would be easier and safer to solve the workhouse.

If the matter was not too urgent, he really wanted to teach Professor Wayne a few words.

All right, if you insist on going to that workhouse, you have already told him that it is not a good place, and that Vice President Bard is not a good person either.

Well now, this time it was really missing.

"Okay, idle is idle, but I have to arrange my guys first."

Maric nodded in response and watched Hasta leave.

After getting along for this period of time, the friendship between the two of them became better and better, and he would not refuse to help where he could.

Soon, Hastur was alone in the carriage.

He had told Maric the destination this time, and Maric would go in his own way, and the two made an appointment to meet at a pub in the dock area.

As for Lecturer Furren, he was already waiting in the workhouse.

"I didn't expect to go to the poorhouse again."

Hastur has always been wary of the Sunrise Workhouse, and when he visited the workhouse last time, he noticed the weirdness there.

It's just that he at that time was only a Sequence 9 lawyer, and he didn't have much ability to protect himself, so he didn't dare to investigate too deeply.

This time, with Maric accompanying him, plus himself in Sequence 8, he should be able to completely solve all the problems in the workhouse.

Hastur slowly closed his eyes, and began to deduce the various possibilities of abnormalities in the workhouse in his mind.

According to the information he received, Dean Da En, who fled into the secret passage, was dead, holding a box of gold coins when he died.

After investigation, the police believed that Dean Dahn was too afraid of being frightened to death, and he did not believe this statement.

Dean Dahn is most likely to be silenced, just like the old Jeff before, the cause of their death was because they knew too many secrets.

The person who can do all this behind the scenes is the most likely Vice President Bard.

There is also Dean Dahn's dream of planting gold coins and growing a golden tree, which may have a deeper meaning.

If planting gold coins can really grow a golden tree, then planting a child, what can it grow into in the end?
Just thinking about it makes your scalp tingle.

(End of this chapter)