Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 31 Searching for someone
"This is a picture of little Master Elliot."

In the spacious carriage, Philip took the photo of Elliot Vickroyal. It showed a ten-year-old child with obvious freckles and long hair that almost covered his eyes, making him look completely unremarkable.

"Do you have any of his unwashed clothes? That would make it easier to track him by scent. You know, finding someone based on a photo alone requires a vast intelligence network across Tingen, and our company doesn't have that."

"No problem." Faced with Philip's explanation, the butler agreed immediately. He seemed a little uneasy in the silent atmosphere, so he took the initiative to explain the information that little Elliot was kidnapped in the morning.

Three people, armed. If the terrain permits, and if no Beyonders appear, I alone will be enough to handle this matter. Philip nodded calmly, "I roughly understand."

He looked out the window at the heavy rain, then looked down at the photo of little Elliot and suddenly asked, "Is he still wearing this style of clothes today? I mean, this kind of formal suit."

The butler was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's right, young Elliot will not have other styles of clothes."

"That's good."

As the lengthy and slow narration came to an end, the carriage belonging to Mr. Vickrol's family also stopped silently on a street outside his home to avoid alerting the kidnappers.

The butler held up an umbrella and walked towards the distance in the rain, looking a little anxious. After a while, he returned here with a shrunken gentleman's suit tightly in his arms, and there were many wet marks on his body.

He held the clothes in his hands and handed them to Philip, then bowed slightly, took off his hat and saluted, saying: "Sir, please, I look forward to your good news."

I'm only twenty years old. Seeing the old butler with gray hair in front of him being so respectful and polite, Philip suppressed the strangeness in his heart, took the clothes, and held them in his arms with one hand.

At the same time, his other hand involuntarily reached into his pocket, gently stroking a brand new iron wire that was bent into a right angle, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, after knowing that Philip only knew the pendulum divination method, old Neil taught him a divination method called "divination rod divination" on the grounds that "in order to prevent him from losing things in the future". The divination rod refers to a piece of iron wire bent into a right angle without any bends.

As long as you hold the shorter end and rotate it, you can determine the direction of the object. Even on Earth, there are similar methods, such as a black pen placed on the desk for rotation during a quiet break in school.
Old Mr. Neil is quite far-sighted. If I hadn't learned this divination, he would probably have had to take action. After all, no matter how powerful Klein, the "diviner", is, he can't be split in half and used.

Under the temptation of a minimum of 100 pounds, Philip lavishly booked a four-wheeled carriage on the street, paid two soli to shut the driver's mouth, and quietly began his divination.

He placed the wire in his palm, resting his hand on the clothes in his arms, pinching the short end and gently turning it, muttering in his mind: "The position of the formal suit that Elliot is wearing today."

The divining rod can only be used to find objects, but in this special case, it can be used to find people. Because little Elliot's clothes yesterday and today are exactly the same style, he can use the aura of yesterday's clothes to predict what he will wear today.

As for the possibility of failure.
Either the other party had some extraordinary people interfering with divination, or these perverted kidnappers simply stripped off their targets' clothes and threw them away on the road after kidnapping them.

Either way, something is wrong.

Thirty minutes later, the carriage stopped under a building according to Philip's instructions, which changed almost every few hundred meters. Philip put away the wire and walked out with an umbrella.

Looking at the ordinary three-story house, Philip twisted the wire in his hand and put away his umbrella. His formal suit was still stained by water. He walked into the house silently and came to the stairs.

"Upward." "Still upward?" After he tried twice in succession, the wire still remained independent and flipped over directly under the force of its own rotation, with the longer end pointing upward.

Philip went up to the third floor and did a final divination wand search. After getting the answer that the wire was to the right, he tapped his right teeth twice to open his clairvoyance. The aura of the four people further confirmed his guess.

It corresponds exactly to Elliot and the three kidnappers.

Just as he stopped there, ready to consider whether to just take the 100 pounds or try to save people, his thoughts suddenly froze. He frowned, staring at the closed door behind him with his eyes that had been freed from clairvoyance, and his heart began to beat fast without him noticing.

I guessed wrong, this is Elliot?

Or maybe there's something wrong with this room.

The rain outside covered the silent silence inside the building, but Philip's breathing gradually became heavy. The pressure conveyed by both parties made him, who was alone, think of leaving now.

Thumb, thump, thump
Slow and powerful footsteps were heard.

Someone is going upstairs!
Philip was startled, but after thinking that the people downstairs were most likely just ordinary residents, he forced himself to calm down. He found a corner and squatted down involuntarily, leaning forward slightly, hiding there almost like he was lying on his stomach.

In this case, as long as the other person is a resident on the second floor, it is absolutely impossible for him to see me.

But if the other party goes up to the third floor.
The sound of the wooden stairs interlocking with each other stopped temporarily, but soon rang again amid Philip's increasingly nervous mood, which meant that the other party skipped the second floor and headed towards the third floor!

Philip closed his eyes and exhaled, tensing his mind. He pulled out a revolver from the pouch under his armpit, found the right moment, stepped forward, and pointed the cold barrel directly at the chest of the man in the middle of the stairs. He waited until the man was visibly stunned before slowly speaking:

"The one on the left, or the one on the right?"

The man was wearing a brown coat and holding a large bag of bread. He controlled his voice and chuckled awkwardly. He quickly scanned the rooms on both sides and said, "Left, sir, please remain calm."

Philip turned his head slightly to the right, pretending to glance at the room the other party was talking about, then retracted his gaze, still pointing the gun at him: "Then open the door and go home."

"No, sir, I..." Hearing this, a strange emotion flashed in the man's eyes. After a brief pause, he explained:

"My mother is at home. She's very old, and I'm afraid she might scare him. If you have anything to ask, could you please go outside and ask?"

"I think you misunderstood something."

Philip narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled teasingly. "What I asked you just now wasn't a multiple-choice question, but a true-or-false one. Haha, the answer I need is simply whether you live on the third floor."

"Because both of these two are involved in the case."

(End of this chapter)