Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 169 Press Club
With a strange feeling, Fors reached out and took out the mirror and envelope.

The envelope wasn't sealed with wax, so Fors didn't need to look for a knife. She simply opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.

As soon as her eyes touched the writing, Fors felt her head go blank.

Such beautiful handwriting definitely wasn’t written by Ruirui!
In an instant, Fors's thoughts were like mosquitoes in the summer, flying around in a chaotic manner and buzzing in an annoying way.

At one moment, she thought she might find a powerful partner and go directly to the Abraham family to resolve her Full Moon Whispering problem. At another moment, she thought she might be dragged into a high-sequence battle and be discarded as an insignificant pawn.

The professional writer's imagination was more active than ever at this moment. Fors felt that if his imagination could be maintained at the current level, as long as he did not slack off, he could complete the new work within a month.

But this is impossible, both to maintain the present high level of imagination and to avoid being lazy.

Fors took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, and nervously shifted her gaze to the paper.

"Although you've tried your best, I still want to say that your cover-up is really poor. If you want to know about the Abraham family or even want to find the Abraham family, please write me a letter and ask me. I will answer your questions."

Seeing this, Fors felt somewhat regretful for trying to extract information from the High-Sequence Expert. Although the other party was just a cat, it was still a High-Sequence Expert.

His little thoughts were seen through at a glance.

"Also, this letter was written by my master. Perhaps you will be satisfied with the handwriting this time."

As expected! No, that's not right. How did Miss Ruirui know that I thought her handwriting was ugly? I clearly never said that!

Although she was confused, Fors did not dwell on it. The most important thing right now was to write back to Miss Ruirui and apologize to her.

With this thought, Fors burst out with rare initiative and immediately rushed back to her room to start writing a letter.

Minsk Street, Cherwood District, Backlund
After delivering the letter, Eve stood up, stretched out of habit, and asked, "Do you want to go out with me?"

"No," Rarity lay on the bed without moving, "I'm going to take a nap, and she should be replying soon."

"So lazy." Eve clicked her tongue twice and pretended to be disgusted.

Ruirui was already used to her and Eve's mutual dislike, so without even opening her eyes, she said directly, "I can't compare to you."

Eve didn't care. She picked up the dark gray women's bowler hat from the coat rack and casually put it on her head, making her already messy hair even more messy. A few strands of hair were hanging on the brim of the hat, but the messy hairstyle did not affect her beauty. It even added a bit of messy beauty.

After casually scratching her hair a few times, Eve carried her handbag and went out, taking a public carriage to the Backlund Press Club.

The Backlund Press Club, as the name suggests, is a club established for journalists. Here, journalists learn writing, photography and other skills, and can also exchange information. However, few journalists will reveal news information to other journalists. Generally, they exchange experiences and expand their networks.

Many Backlund journalists have joined this club, in addition to some photography enthusiasts and those who are interested in becoming journalists.

"Hi, Ms. Eve, it's a surprise to see you at the club." As soon as Eve entered the door, she heard the enthusiastic voice of the receptionist Ella.

"Good morning, Miss Ella. I don't think I appear at the club so infrequently." Eve replied with a smile.

"No, dear, even if I see you every day, it's still a pleasant surprise to see you. It has nothing to do with frequency." Ella's face was filled with joy. She stood on tiptoe and raised her heels, which made her instantly taller and able to look at Eve in her high heels. "I think anyone who sees you would feel the same way. Well, no, it should be anyone who notices you."

"Miss Eve has such a beautiful face but she always fails to attract other people's attention. This is not scientific at all." Ella muttered, seeming to feel extremely sorry about this matter.

But this is very mystical... Eve thought silently in her heart and said, "Maybe this is also a kind of luck."

"Hmm... I'm so lucky I can't even begin to comprehend." Ella held her face in her hands and said longingly, "If I had half the beauty of Miss Eve, I would definitely wear my most beautiful dress and walk across the entire Backlund on foot."

Ella has ordinary facial features and some freckles on her face, but her face is very coordinated and gentle, with a youthful look of a girl. Although not stunning, she is very attractive.

"Then you must prepare a pair of excellent shoes, otherwise you will get blisters on your feet after walking." Eve agreed with a smile.

"Yes..." Ella thought seriously, and suddenly, as if she suddenly remembered something, her expression changed. She bent down and took out a file bag from the counter and said, "Too bad, I almost forgot. This is what Mr. Mellis gave to Miss Eve."

"Oh, thank you," Eve took the file bag and thanked him. "It seems I need a private room. Thank you."

"My pleasure."

Ella came out from behind the counter, trotted over to Eve, and led her into a separate room.

After saying goodbye to Ella, Eve sat on the sofa closest to her and opened the file bag.

The file bag was not thick and there was not much in it, just a few pieces of information.

Eve pulled out the information one by one. The first piece of information was printed with a portrait of a lady with soft features. The lady was very beautiful, with a gentle appearance but a special sense of temptation. Even through the photo, one could feel her charm.

Eve looked at the girl in the photo and tapped twice on the name "Triss Chick" next to the photo with her finger, a smile in her eyes.

Chike's resurrection trick... Chike's condition hadn't improved, and this time he couldn't even keep an eye on his own resurrection trick...

Eve casually glanced at the information and, as she had expected, there was very little information about this lady named Triss.

Of course not, after all, she was a man before... Eve had no doubt about Triss's previous gender. Didn't he know what Chike was like? He was dedicated to turning men into witches and hunting down female witches.

In addition to the sequence dispute, Chike's hostility towards Eve is also due to Eve's identity as a female witch.

(End of this chapter)