Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 45 The Saint's Invitation

"Ouija board? Ouija..."

Cornley muttered slowly, the second half of the phrase was used to describe the appearance of the object itself, while the first half was used to explain its mystical properties.

But the word "psychic" also reminded Cohen Li of something else, that is, the name of the "psychic" sequence that Daly Simone belonged to.

He told Daly his guess, and she nodded without disguising.

"Yes, this item must be related to the 'psychic'. I can feel a strange connection between me and it...a connection that makes me want to possess it for myself."

make it their own?

Cornley was startled when he heard this, but then he saw Ms. Daly put the 'psychic drawing board' into a brand new silver box and said in a serious tone:

"Send this thing back to Chanis Gate first. The test on Leonard must be carried out as soon as possible. I will be there to cooperate."

The so-called cooperation was that she would summon the spirit, and then use various materials to assist in a ritual magic to soothe Leonard's mind and guide him into a semi-conscious state.

The test required Leonard to accurately state how many living people were present and how many of them were men and women.

This identification was repeated 10 times, and if the subject said the wrong number, it would be marked as an identification error.

According to the criteria suggested by Daly, if the identification is wrong once, it will be marked as "needing further testing"; if it is wrong twice, it will be "suspicious" and temporarily banned from all Nighthawk law enforcement activities; if it is wrong three times, it will require isolation and observation, and targeted psychiatric treatment to eliminate the contamination caused by the "Ouija Board".

Dunn Smith made a mistake in the previous test, but quickly corrected it and passed the second round of tests.

"Yes, Ms. Daly."

Cornelia took the box containing the "Ouija Board" and nodded in response.

……

"Can we finally go home?"

Early in the morning of the third day, Roger received the news that his protection had been lifted.

"Yes."

Klein stood at the door of the guest room, holding a long list of bills in his hand, with a strange look on his face.

"How much did Mr. Willis spend?" Roger asked at the right time when he saw his expression.

"Not counting accommodation, it's a little over 400 gold pounds."

Klein sighed. This amount of money was enough to buy half of the townhouse on Daffodil Street.

"Think positively. We don't understand the world of the rich. It's good that he didn't ask you for lost wages."

Roger patted Klein's shoulder with a smile and asked:

"Where is Mr. Willis?"

"He's outside, getting ready to go to the West End. Do you want to go with him? Or go home first?"

Klein asked back.

Roger realized that this person was probably going to help the Stray Animal Protection Association, so he nodded and said, "I'll go with him."

It has to be said that the shooting of Roger and Mr. Willis did scare away some potential investors, but to his surprise, the association did not receive less sponsorship.

After arriving at the association's office with Mr. Willis, Roger took a quick look at the list of sponsors and found that they were all more or less related to the pharmaceutical companies in the cooperation list. Next were some progressive members of the New Party, basically people who hoped that the association's business would proceed normally.

On the other hand, he also received news that some Sanlian executives and shareholders were under police investigation for an attempted murder. Because of the serious repercussions of this incident, it was foreseeable that these individuals would be held accountable and possibly sentenced. Even if they could avoid imprisonment through manipulation, they would inevitably have to pay a large sum of money. Fortunately, the association's system and key personnel were not affected, which made Roger feel relieved.

As the executive director, he quickly issued various orders and arranged the next specific matters.

This busy work lasted nearly ten hours. Roger didn't even have time to eat and worked in the West District office until dark. Only then did he finally have a chance to escape.

"Family, who understands? Even after traveling through time, I still have to work overtime until midnight."

Roger, standing at the street corner, had a look of pain on his face. He was starving and decided to find a place to eat and drink.

As for why he didn’t go home, it was because he had been away from home for so many days and the ingredients in the kitchen must have gone bad.

In the era of the Loen Kingdom, refrigerators had not yet appeared. Except for pickled meats, almost everything had to be bought and eaten immediately and could not be kept for more than three days.

Fortunately, this place was not far from Harrods. Roger took a horse-drawn carriage and arrived at this department store, which was very famous in Loen, in less than twenty minutes. He went to the food area on the first floor, ordered a glass of ginger beer, half a roast chicken and a sandwich, found a seat and started to eat.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

The voice sounded familiar to Roger. He looked up and unexpectedly saw Heinz Vincent who was also holding a piece of food.

As if to avoid attracting attention, he did not wear his classical black robe, but instead wore a dark blue coat and gray striped trousers, and a large wide-brimmed hat that easily covered his face.

If Roger hadn't recognized his iconic voice and dark circles, he probably wouldn't have recognized this once famous fortune teller of the fortune telling club.

"No, please sit down." Roger knew that the other party must have something to say to him, so he shook his head calmly.

"Are you okay?" Henas picked up a piece of bread, covered his mouth, and said in a low voice.

"Nothing's wrong. Speaking of which, you came straight to me like this. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the official Beyonders?"

Roger was a little puzzled. If nothing unexpected happened, Heinz Vincent was already on the Nighthawks' key investigation list.

Although the other party was disguised, it was still a bit risky for him to come straight to find me like this.

Could it be that Dunn Smith is injured and Aurora has lost its way again?

Roger was complaining in his heart when he heard Hainas speak again:
"It's important. Come with me after dinner. Mr. C wants to see you."

Mr. C... maybe the Saint wants to see me?

Roger immediately remembered what the other party had said to him two days ago.

He had expected this to happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"It seems that the saint is very anxious..."

Roger thought to himself, but on the surface he made no other movement, only said "hmm" softly.

He was not afraid at all. Not to mention that his ability had already cooled down. If the other party really wanted to harm him, they would not have to wait until now.

Either you have something to ask for, or you have something to worry about.

No matter which one, it is a point that can be used by Roger, at least it can bring him more intelligence.

"Then I'll go ahead and go straight to the garbage disposal near the bathroom. I'll meet you there."

Vincent quickly finished the food on the plate, gave some brief instructions, then returned the plate to the counter and left quickly.

　There will be another update later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)