Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 192 "Commission"

On Sunday morning, Klein checked his email as usual and went to work. After breakfast, Eve asked Ruirui to clean the table and returned to the bedroom alone.

"He" sat before the dressing mirror, one hand supporting his cheek as he gazed into it. The smooth surface reflected the beautiful face of a young girl. The next second, the girl's figure gradually blurred, and ripples spread across the mirror before returning to calm. A slightly messy room appeared in the mirror, empty. Several wine bottles lay on the floor, with many wine stains beneath them.

The mirror rippled again, and the scene changed to a bathroom.

A tall man was lying on the floor in the room. His shirt was stained with wine and there was some vomit on the collar. One of his arms was resting on the toilet, and there was no foreign object in the toilet.

Eve took a quick glance, reached out her hand, and tapped the mirror twice with her neatly manicured nails, making a slight sound.

The sound of nails hitting glass rang out in the bathroom, again and again. The sound was not loud but it accurately penetrated Meursault's ears. It was crisp and sharp, as if knocking on his nerves, forcibly pulling him back to reality from his sleep.

Meursault opened his eyes in confusion. The hangover headache and the irritability of being forcibly woken up came up at the first moment. He pressed his forehead with one hand and struggled to get up. The anger in his heart was about to burst out.

"Who..." As soon as the first word came out of his mouth, Meursault saw the figure in the mirror that impressed him deeply - "Sherlock Moriarty". He immediately swallowed the words he had not said, and his consciousness instantly became clearer, staring at the person in the mirror.

"Good morning, Mr. Meursault." Eve took back her hand and said with a smile, "I seem to have disturbed you. I'm really sorry."

"No..." Meursault immediately shook his head. The hangover headache had not yet gone away, and the pain became more obvious as he shook his head quickly, but at this time Meursault no longer had the energy to pay attention to the so-called headache.

"I have something to ask of you, Mr. Meursault," Eve continued. "Please also ask Mr. Meursault to give me all the information you can get about the Zmanger Party."

Eve pointed her finger at the mirror in front of her again and said, "Just throw them into this mirror after you get them."

The moment the words fell, the figure in the mirror disappeared in front of Meursault.

Meursault stood there in a daze for three full seconds before quickly stepping forward and standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He stretched out his hand, slowly reaching towards the mirror until his fingers touched the smooth surface. He placed his palm against the mirror and groped it up and down, left and right, examining it carefully.

It was indeed the mirror in his bathroom. It had not been replaced and no abnormalities were found. Perhaps he did not notice anything unusual.

Is this his ability... A few drops of cold sweat formed on Meursault's forehead. Doesn't this mean that he might be under Sherlock's surveillance at any time...

No, he probably doesn't have the energy and ability to monitor me at all times, but this is also very dangerous. Meursault was somewhat glad that he didn't say anything or have any ulterior motives after he came back last night.

Meursault collected his scattered thoughts and began to think about the so-called task. It was not difficult, and it was delivered through the mirror in the bathroom of his apartment. It did not need to be delivered to No. 15 Minsk Street, which greatly reduced the difficulty.

I don't know what he wants to do, but that's not something Meursault needs to think about. What he needs to think about now is how to explain the failure of this operation to the ambassador.

But to his surprise, Meursault did not wait for the ambassador to question him. This surprised him a little, but he would not take the initiative to raise the issue if the ambassador did not ask.

That evening, Meursault brought some of the information he had compiled back to his apartment. Some of it would be difficult to find even if he took it, while others were handwritten by Meursault. This wasn't all there was to it. The Zmangers possessed a vast amount of information, and the workload was immense, making it impossible to complete in a single day. Furthermore, Meursault had to be wary of being discovered, which significantly slowed him down.

He glanced hesitantly at the mirror on the bathroom wall, picked up a piece of paper covered with handwriting and threw it in. The next second, the paper seemed to fall into a calm lake, slowly passing through the mirror and disappearing from Meursault's sight.

Meursault immediately wanted to touch the mirror again, but he hesitated for a few seconds after raising his hand. Then he picked up the toothbrush on the sink and threw it at the mirror.

"clang--"

There was a crisp sound, and the toothbrush, unlike the paper, was not swallowed up the moment it touched the mirror. Instead, it bounced off the mirror and fell to the ground with a clang. Meursault stared at the scene in front of him, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He continued to mechanically throw the paper filled with information into the mirror.

When the last piece of paper was swallowed by the mirror, a ripple appeared on the mirror surface, and then a male figure appeared in the mirror.

Meursault's heart tightened, and he bent down slightly, saying with unusual respect: "Mr. Shylock, this is the information I sorted out today. The Zmanger Party has a lot of information, so I will need at least a week."

Eve nodded, looked at the respectful Meursault in front of her, and said with a smile: "The ambassador didn't look for you."

"Yes..." The answer had just left his throat when Meursault immediately realized that "Sherlock" was not asking him a question. He raised his head in a daze, his lips trembling slightly, "You, you know..."

"Ah," Eve looked up at Meursault and continued, "After all, this is my commission. As the client, I am still willing to provide you with some convenience."

In the light of the gas lamp, Meursault's figure was a little blurry, and his breathing was heavy and rapid, as if he was struggling to squeeze air out of his chest that was squeezed by a heavy object.

At this moment, Meursault finally realized that "Sherlock Moriarty" really had the ability to kill Beckland Jean Martin silently.

This realization made him feel both terrified and excited. He was terrified of the terrifying strength of "Sherlock Moriarty", and excited about the power of this extraordinary person he followed.

This was most likely the most powerful Beyonder he had ever seen in his life.

"You are a 'hunter,' right?" Eve interrupted Meursault before he could think about it. "After this commission is over, I can tell you a way to quickly get promoted."

Even though he had received enough shocks today, Meursault was inevitably shocked again when Eve told him exactly what she had done.

He had not been an Extraordinary for a long time, but he had come into contact with some Extraordinary people. He knew that Extraordinary people usually could not directly see each other's paths and sequences. The information gap between Extraordinary people often had a significant impact in battle.

And "Sherlock" saw his own path and sequence at a glance, which means that he is likely very clear about the extraordinary abilities of "Hunter".

Sherlock's strength was far beyond his imagination...

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Inside an apartment somewhere in Backlund

Fors stretched out his body, half lying lazily on the sofa, and asked, "Xiu, are you still going to St. Samuel's Church to rest today?"

Xio nodded without hesitation. The fact that the suspected evil god did not appear in Xio's dream last night made her feel a lot more relaxed, but that did not mean she would let down her guard. For safety reasons, she decided to rest in St. Samuel's Church.

"I'm not going tonight."

Fors raised her head slightly and looked out the window. The sun had already disappeared, leaving only a hint of orange-red afterglow staining the sky. After a while, the scarlet moon would appear in the sky.

"It's a full moon tonight. You know, I'm going to have a headache." Fors raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. She continued, "If I sleep on the cold, hard ground again, I'll definitely have to keep my eyes open and count the hours until the sun rises."

Xio nodded. She had never wanted Forsi to accompany her to the mass hall of St. Samuel's Church. Now that Forsi had volunteered not to go, she agreed without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)