The red moon returns

Chapter 280 Desperate Results

"Tom, make me a glass of St. Martin's Blood."

Rooney carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, walked over and sat on the other side of Karl, and three suspicious candidates with secrets sat in a row at the bar.

No, it was four, and the mole who caught the mole was equally suspicious.

Lynch sighed. He has now realized that the situation of the wanted criminals of the internal group is hard to say, but the mission of the external group is, on the surface, a normal tomb robbing operation, convening a group of extra-legal gangsters. These people Being able to apply for a job, no one is less likely to do similar things. Everyone naturally gets along with each other day and night to drink and have fun, cultivating a tacit understanding for future joint actions.

It's just that among the six people who applied, some of them seemed to have other backgrounds besides their status as outlaws. It would be better to gather all six people together and meet them all at once, instead of having to split up to find the remaining three.

Lynch's eyes flickered, he pondered for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth behind the fan, and chuckled: "You can call me Ms. Selene, and my identity will be kept secret for the time being. Mr. Rooney is right, I brought the most critical thing. That item. If nothing happens, I will take action with you in three days."

"Huh?" The three of them were stunned and looked at each other. Carl Jones said doubtfully, "Beautiful lady, are you kidding me? I haven't heard the boss mention it."

"Your Excellency Howard will probably disagree. We can join the operation only because we have passed Howard's test." Rooney, the ancient book broker, also frowned and looked at this mysterious beauty who always likes to play with a round fan with doubtful eyes. Thinking about her identity and purpose, "Do you have any characteristics that we don't have?"

Guess slowly. If you guess correctly, I will lose.

Sure enough, no matter which world, appearance represents justice. Carl Jones accepted Lynch’s statement in the blink of an eye and stood up with a smile on his face:
"But there's no need to look for them. We had made an appointment to come over every night to build a tacit understanding for the mission in a few days. They soon...ha, they came as expected."

However, Lynch did not stare at the three people's reactions at this time. Instead, his attention was focused on the bartender Tom, who was mixing the St. Martin's Blood ordered by Rooney. When Qi talked about moving together, there was a slight pause in the other party's movements, so subtle that it would have been impossible to tell if he hadn't just been shaking the wine.

"I just made an agreement with Howard about this not long ago, so I wanted to come over and meet everyone first, but I didn't expect to meet Mr. Jones as soon as I went out." While thinking about it, Lynch said leisurely: "As for the other three, why don't we go together? Get up and have a few drinks and get to know each other.”

"Haha, that's fine. Having such a beautiful lady join our team is a good thing that we never dream of. Ah, Dr. Jenna, I didn't say that you are not beautiful enough, but you can add another piece of scenery to everyone. It’s even more of an encouragement.”

As Howard's investigator, Lynch will definitely lie for him unconditionally, so his lies will never be exposed. At this time, he is equivalent to bringing money into the group, and no one has the right to question it. Instead, the six people have to try their best to satisfy him, especially the mole, unless he wants to cause trouble now.

Who is this? There is something wrong in my heart. Could it be that Howard sent him to monitor this group of people?

Probably because they have never seen such a confident answer. The expressions of the three people were a little subtle, but no one expressed any doubts. After all, no matter how stupid a person is, they will not tell such a lie that will be exposed after just a few inquiries.

Lynch was no longer panicking at this time, because he had roughly clarified the relationship between Howard and the others and these people.

Um? I must have been using the fan for a long time, why am I as perverted as those crazy women.

Then just get these people together and put on a lively show to see who else has problems, haha...

"Yes, indeed." Lynch smiled and said lightly, "I have key items."

The people who opened the door were a man and a woman. The man was a middle-aged man in his forties, short and fat, with a thick beard. Although he was wearing formal clothes, he was slovenly. There were even smudges on his beard and hat. There were wine stains, and the most eye-catching thing about him besides his beard was his huge round nose, which made him look as funny as someone in a cartoon.

The woman looked even stranger. She came wearing a baggy nightgown, with disheveled hair, black eye sockets, chapped lips, and reddish eyes. She held a thick classic in her arms, swaying as she walked, looking at It's like I haven't slept in days. As she walked, her eyes were dull and she was in a daze, which made Lin Qi feel that she wouldn't have been able to make it if she hadn't followed the man beside her, so she lay down and fell asleep halfway.

But as the two of them got closer, Lin Qi suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and his heart suddenly contracted. The feeling of being spied on by a powerful mysterious force when he was just teleported passed away in a flash. At the same time, a feeling like being next to a scorching flame arose spontaneously, making his whole body feel hot. It was not a touch from the skin, but a feeling that came from inspiration, somewhat similar to the burning of the soul that one feels when wearing a ring, only to a much lesser extent.

Damn it, what the hell is this?
Lin Qi's face was stiff. Fortunately, he was not discovered due to the cover of the fan. He quickly recalled the information in his mind. The short and fat man should be the antiquities hunter, Jack Adams, nicknamed the ruin hound, a soul changer of the unknown meteor god. .

The other woman is linguist Judy Butterfly, who is said to be a soul-changer of the Lord of Flames. As expected, the burning sensation should be felt from her body. But Lynch can be sure that he has never had the feeling he just had from any soul-shifter, not even Ole, the eighth-level archaeological director. Is this woman really a soul-shifter? As evidenced by inspiration, there is definitely something wrong with this woman, and it is not as simple as the information says.

Very good, four out of six people are wrong, how much more exaggerated can it be? There must be a normal outlaw among the remaining two, such as this big nose...

"Hey, Tom, get me a beer."

Jack, a slovenly short and fat man, sat next to Jenna, his tone was rude and his movements were vulgar. This caused Dr. Jenna beside him to move, stand up with a look of disgust, and glared at Jack with disdain.

The two people's eyes met in the air for a moment. Jenna snorted coldly and muttered something disgusting. Then she went around to sit next to Rooney on the other side. Jack also slammed the table, pointed at Jenna and cursed and swore. , not like a Rand gentleman at all, until the bartender pushed the beer in front of him, he reluctantly stopped.

"I'm sorry, beautiful lady." Carl smiled and squeezed back to Lynch, "Jack and Dr. Jenna may have some personality differences. They have accumulated a lot of unhappiness these days and often have conflicts, but there is still no problem in serious matters. , after all, we are all professionals.”

"Oh, it's understandable that conflicts tend to arise when there are too many people."

Lynch smiled seemingly casually, but in fact he had drawn a fifth question mark. Karl said that there was a personality incompatibility, which meant that the two actually had no grudge, it was just that they disliked each other. This kind of thing does happen from time to time, and it is a normal phenomenon. However, if there is almost certainly a problem with one party's identity, it is not normal at all. It is easy to think of deliberately creating the illusion of discord to alienate the relationship, which on the contrary means There's probably something wrong with both of them.

"So, where is the other Mr. Salling?"

Salin in the information calls himself a folklorist, but what he does more is change his identity and go into rural villages to defraud ancient totems or sacred objects passed down by the tribe. He is referred to as a folk liar.

"We may not be able to see him until daytime tomorrow. Salin often disappears at night and rarely attends our gatherings. When asked why, he refused to explain, so we stopped looking for him at night."

"That's fine..."

Lynch looked at the bartender Tom who was still busy and sighed. He probably knew why the liar didn't show up at night, and he probably thought the bartender's job was more interesting than the liar.

However, pretending to be in front of his companions and secretly observing them every day, no matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for a normal person to do it. Even if there were no other problems with his identity, Lynch would doubt his own IQ.

So, you want me to tell Howard that all the people you are looking for are moles?

And you bastards, who are you showing your daily sex scenes to? Why can’t you just communicate with each other?

And what should I do? I can't tell you in private that I am also a mole, I dare say you won't believe it either. Besides, Howard is not a fool. As long as a real person of his is buried among these people, once I am exposed, I will be completely finished.

Carl Jones was explaining the situation to everyone for Lynch, but Lynch only felt more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, it was worse than when he didn't know anything just now.

But just when he was most troubled, he suddenly became aware of a strange gaze. He followed the gaze and saw that Ms. Judy, who made him most wary, was staring at him with a gaze that made him unpredictable. Cold.

(End of this chapter)