Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 12 The potion is completely digested

"Here they come. Not only are there Nighthawks, but there also seem to be Mandated Punishers."

Judging from the deep blue light of the astral spirits in the spiritual vision that was like the sea water, the extraordinary people of the "Sailor" path accounted for about a quarter of them.

Considering that the dock area was the management area of the Punishers, Roger immediately judged that this was a joint law enforcement.

Not long after, a gentleman in his 30s with deep gray eyes walked slowly from across the street, looking at the pocket watch in his hand pretending to be nonchalant.

Behind him were Klein Moretti, a handsome young man with black hair and green eyes, exuding the romantic aura of a poet, and another young woman with outstanding looks, resembling a writer.

"Captain Dunn... and Leonard. That lady should be Xijia Teong, the part-time writer."

Roger looked carefully at the members of the Nighthawks team for a while. They all met up with the Mandated Punishers at the intersection, and then "unintentionally" walked towards the large building without a house number.

Seeing that they were about to disappear from his sight, Roger ate the last piece of cod in two bites, picked up the remaining half bottle of sparkling water, put the banknotes into the leather armor handed to him by the waiter, and followed them.

……

Klein and the others were currently at the entrance of a dock warehouse.

The streets here are quite quiet and deserted, and even slightly louder voices seem extremely noisy.

"Captain, there are guards at this door."

Klein put away the clockwise pendulum and spoke to Dunn in a low voice.

"Well, Aurora gathered all those one hundred missing people here, but didn't kill or sacrifice them. This in itself is suspicious."

Dunn nodded slightly.

"Those lunatics must be preparing some kind of evil ritual."

A tall, middle-aged man named "The Mandated Punisher" with dark skin said this while gritting his teeth.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out. Also, your voice is too loud." Dunn did not comment.

Seeing the second hand of the pocket watch in his hand move to the set time, Dunn Smith closed his eyes.

Just a few seconds later, the sound of someone falling was heard from inside the warehouse door.

This is the ability of Sequence 7 "Nightmare" of the "Sleepless One" Pathway: forced dreaming!
Seeing Dunn's move, Xijia Teong and Leonard Mitchell, who were ready to strike, rushed into the warehouse vestibule at the same time. A melodious and peaceful melody immediately sounded:

"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!

"One thing is true: this life flies by..."

With the two "Midnight Poets" controlling the situation, the "Manufactured Punishers" who had been unable to contain their anger rushed in. For a moment, shouts and gunshots filled the entire warehouse.

The battle came and went quickly, and soon the whole street was quiet again.

"It looks like it's solved."

Roger, leaning on a nearby street corner, disguised as an ordinary drunk, nodded secretly.

But he was still a little worried and took out his pendulum.

"Is James Willis safe?"

The pendulum swings clockwise with a large amplitude.

Seeing this, Roger put away his pendulum and took out the penny Klein had given him.

"Did Klein Moretti complete the task I gave him?"

The coin flew up and fell down again, and the side with the king's head was on top.

Roger finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the double affirmation. He drank the last sip of sparkling water and stood up to leave.

"It's raining, Bandit, we have to move faster."

Half an hour later.

In the banquet hall of a high-end hotel, Mr. Willis, dressed in a suit, gold-rimmed glasses and light dark circles under his eyes, was listening to the melodious music played by the band while clinking glasses and chatting with other successful people.

"Mr. Willis, I heard about James's situation. You don't have to worry too much. The goddess will definitely bless him."

Faced with the polite comfort from others, Willis just nodded absentmindedly, looking at the rain outside the window from time to time, feeling extremely anxious.

By tomorrow afternoon, the three-day deadline will be up.

Although he had entrusted the so-called fortune teller Metersbonwe as a last resort, he couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart.

"Could it be that I've been tricked? Could it be that James is already dead?"

Just when Willis couldn't control the wild thoughts in his mind, an anxious female voice suddenly came from the door of the banquet hall.

"Really, no, sir, pets are not allowed in this banquet hall." "Pets?"

Willis' heart trembled, and something immediately came to his mind.

When he had previously commissioned Roger to investigate James's whereabouts, he had left the address of his hotel to the young fortune teller with a cat.

Willis didn't even bother to apologize for a moment. He ignored a beautiful lady who wanted to toast him, trotted towards the door of the hall and pushed it open.

There, a receptionist was pulling Roger, whose coat was a little wet and a silver tabby cat was squatting on his shoulder, with an anxious look on her face.

"Wait, wait."

Willis panted: "He is my guest. Mr. Bonway, let's talk for a moment."

He took Roger to the side quickly and asked in a trembling voice:
"Mr. Bonway, little James..."

"I found him. I asked my friend who works at a security company to rescue James. He was imprisoned with many missing citizens." Roger answered, brushing the raindrops off his head with his hand.

The reason why he came to see Willis in the rain was to complete the delivery of the task before James came back to find his father.

In this way, the credit for completing the task will fall firmly on him.

"Really?"

Willis grabbed Roger's arm, but then realized he had lost his composure and let go.

"It's true. Little James should be back soon. We can wait and see."

Roger replied simply.

Willis nodded and asked a nearby waiter to bring Roger a cocktail. The two of them stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting in silence.

Another hour or so passed.

Willis, who was almost in uncertainty again, was about to ask Roger, but suddenly he saw a carriage with the Tingen City Police badge coming from the distant street corner.

After a while, the carriage stopped at the door of the hotel. A young man wearing a dirty white shirt and with several bruises on his face got out of the carriage accompanied by a middle-aged police officer.

Under Roger's gaze, Willis rushed into the rain without thinking, hugged his son with red eyes, and thanked the policeman.

That posture did not look like that of a profit-seeking businessman, but more like that of an ordinary old father.

Soon, Willis, looking radiant, came back with James and shook hands with Roger solemnly.

"Mr. Bonwe, you are truly a great fortune teller. Please allow me to introduce you to the celebrities of Tingen."

Seeing that Roger had no objection, Willis straightened his clothes, ignored the receptionist's obstruction, pushed open the door, and walked in with Roger and James.

"Everyone!"

Willis was quite excited and shouted loudly, quickly attracting the attention of everyone at the dinner.

Even the orchestra that was playing music stopped temporarily.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, as well as the two strange young men behind him in different conditions.

"Many of the guests here may have heard that my son James disappeared a few days ago. But today, he miraculously returned to me!"

Many people who knew the situation at the scene immediately started to talk in low voices, and many people also spoke out to congratulate Willis.

He pressed his hands down, indicating that he had something else to say.

Then, in full view of everyone, Willis pulled Roger, who was carrying Bandit on his shoulder, to his side.

"Here, let me introduce to you a friend of mine, Mr. Metersbonwe, the fortune teller from the Tingen City Fortune Telling Club. It was he who helped me find my son with his amazing fortune telling!

"To be honest, I used to be skeptical about divination and even lacked trust in gods.

"But after this incident, Mr. Bangwei greatly changed my view. He made me believe that miracles really do exist in this world!"

Willis raised his glass and said, "Steam on top!"

When the guests present saw this, their expressions varied, and some even started talking about it.

But out of politeness, they still raised their glasses to celebrate and said different prayers.

Feeling the curiosity, awe, or suspicion in the gazes of these people, Roger smiled.

Because at this moment, he felt something inside him breaking into pieces.

The "Conspicuous Package" potion was completely digested.

(End of this chapter)