Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 59 Jane Charlotte

Backlund.

under night.

The door of the Brave Bar was pushed open, and the noise that usually took all the patrons by surprise caused complete silence today.

A blonde girl in a brown coat walked in. Her soft and delicate face, set off by the knee-length coat, successfully aroused the interest of these men who were immersed in wine, sex and noise.

The girl raised her hand with a little impatience, trying to put the hair on her neck back again, but she soon sighed silently and gave up the action.

Soon, Philip, in her female state, noticed the murderous looks of those people. In order to avoid trouble, she took out bullets and revolver from her coat pocket and successfully loaded the ammunition under the gaze of everyone.

No misfires left.

His calm and composed face throughout the whole process and the real guns and bullets that were unlikely to be faked quickly made the drinkers dispel their bad thoughts. They turned their eyes away with some embarrassment and started drinking again.

Seeing this, Philip did not continue to mess around. After making a reassuring gesture to the burly man who was about to come in at the door, he ejected the bullet and put the pistol back into his pocket.

In the No. 2 billiard room.

Looking at the young woman before him who had exchanged the secret code, Kaspars showed no extra expression. He simply stared at the photo she handed him, frowning helplessly as he said, "It's a bit troublesome. Many of the identification documents don't match you."

"Need to pay more?"

Philip asked directly.

"No, that's not necessary." Caspers was a little surprised, but he still shook his head. "After all, I've been in Backlund for so many years. This is the price we agreed on in advance and it can't be changed at the last minute."

"Any other requests?"

Philip stroked his chin, pondered for a few seconds, and then said, "Just studied at a grammar school. Your background should be simple and normal. Don't make any mistakes. If something goes wrong, even if the authorities want to investigate, they won't be able to find anything. As for the rest, you can do it on your own."

"Name. Jane, Jane Charlotte."

"Yeah, no problem." Caspers rubbed his red rosacea, and after a brief thought, he suddenly thought of something and picked up the few banknotes that Philip had placed on the table.

"You'll have to wait about three hours."

Three hours, my current limit is four hours. Philip pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, then concealed it with a faint smile, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll make sure I'm here in three hours, but I have to at least go out for a walk and get some fresh air in the middle."

“There’s nothing to see here.”

Caspar took the money and turned around, giving her a serious look before leaving. "Especially for a lady like you, a drunkard with a horny mind wouldn't care. Even if you really resisted and hurt them, you'd be in trouble for nothing."

He has quite a strong professional ethics. Philip curled his lips from the bottom of his heart and found that he had underestimated this old man whom the original owner had met by chance. The other party's kindness almost surpassed those drunkards.

No negotiation except for the slightly higher fees.

"This is your identification."

Three hours later, Kaspars handed Philip a stack of pages and continued:

"We should have no problem dealing with Backlund's official investigation right now, but if they send someone to conduct an on-site investigation within a few days, we'll be exposed. Don't worry, that's almost impossible unless you cause a real commotion."

"After a while, no one will be able to find any clues on this ID." Philip nodded, took the ID, and carefully observed the ID document under the light, which made him wait for three hours and cost him 55 pounds.

Jane Charlotte.

She was from Wall, a small remote city in East Chester County. Her father died of illness shortly after she was born, so she was raised by her mother, a grammar school teacher.

A year ago, her mother died unexpectedly. After completing her studies at grammar school, she gave up the entrance exam for Backlund University. She had recently sold her last remaining connection in Wall City—the townhouse she lived in—and moved to Backlund, the city of hope.

The identity verification problem has been solved. The next step is to find a place to settle down temporarily, and then find a job according to the persona on her identity card, so as not to live off her savings.

Philip carefully put away his ID, feeling his tolerance for "Silver White". After thinking for a moment, he said, "Oh, that idiot who came yesterday forgot to ask. Where do bounty hunters usually get their commissions from?"

"Or, do you have any connections?"

Caspers, who had thought Philip was about to leave and was about to go find someone to play billiard, turned around and squinted at her for a few seconds. His tone became a little deep, but he still gave the address of another pub.

On Dharavi Street in the East End.

Blackthorn Security Company, inside the office.

Klein looked at Dunn Smith sitting in the chair and took two deep breaths to prevent his body and mind from being tested in this silent atmosphere.

Finally, Captain Dunn calmly asked, "Klein, are you sure?"

He tried his best to keep his tone the same as usual, but his serious eyes and unconsciously clenched hands still revealed his true thoughts.

"Yes." Klein gritted his teeth, organized his words, and spoke clearly. "On the day I became a 'Fortune Teller', I saw Old Neil's illusory eyes through my psychic vision, but he brushed it off as a 'symbol of ritual magic.'"

"But after what happened these past few days, I had a feeling something might happen, so I went to the Mechanical Heart this morning to confirm." Klein clenched his hands and said in a complicated tone:

"According to what they said, the owner of those phantom eyes is most likely the Hidden Sage. And the divination also shows that Old Neil's condition is not right."

boom!
Amidst the clatter, Dunn stood up and politely put on his black windbreaker and half-high silk jacket from the coat rack beside him. Then, with a stern face, he lowered his head and ordered, "Get ready. Call Leonard later. We're going to Old Neil's house."

He led Klein, pushed open the door of his office, and called Leonard, who was still lying in the entertainment room. The three of them walked outside and, driven by the coachman César, drove off in a certain direction in a carriage.

After Dunn briefly explained the situation, the last person in the car who could maintain a smile on his face was also affected by the seriousness. He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent along with the other two.

In the silence, Dunn looked out the window at the sun approaching noon and said calmly, "Don't be too optimistic. Be prepared for unexpected events later."

"team leader."

Klein wanted to say something.

Dunn raised his hand to stop the other party.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, holding his forehead with his hand, not letting anyone see the expression on his face. "I've known him for fifteen years, fifteen years."

"I'm ready."

"You have to do well too."

(End of this chapter)