Fantasy Writers 1860

Chapter 94 The Truth of the World Revealed in the Warehouse

"So you agreed?" Dorian pressed.

"Of course not. I'm a detective, how could I do something that knowingly breaks the law?" Detective Inspector Leeds said with a smile. "I only said I would consider it and noted down the time and address he gave me: five days later at midnight—which now seems to be the day after tomorrow, at the fourth abandoned warehouse by the river near the old docks in the St. George district."

Why is it another warehouse? I heard that the charity gala that Samuel managed to sneak into was also held in a warehouse.

Are the religious groups so poor that they can afford to rent warehouses to use as film sets, like special effects studios?

The truth of the world is revealed in an abandoned warehouse? And such an illegal act as auctioning off demi-humans is being carried out so openly in the bustling city center?

And what's the relationship between Langdon and Inspector Leeds? Why would he tell him such confidential information directly? He's an inspector, after all. Isn't he afraid of being reported?

Dorian sensed a conspiracy in this.

"Did he tell you the truth about this world?" Lily asked.

"No, he said all of this would be revealed at the auction," Inspector Reid shook his head.

"So it seems that Langdon's disappearance might not necessarily be a murder, but rather a return to the organization." Lily rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

"Thank you for the tip. Whether it's to crack down on the illegal auction of demi-humans, investigate the whereabouts of the smuggled slewd books, or follow the Order's objectives, we must go and see that so-called auction." Lily stood up and extended her hand to Inspector Reid to shake hands goodbye.

Inspector Reid waved his hand and smiled indifferently: "You can contact Dalton Richie at the police station later. He's currently acting as my protégé, and he's someone I'm training. You can trust him."

"Although we may be powerless to deal with matters involving the cult right now, auctioning off demi-humans is illegal no matter how you look at it, so it's only right for the police to get involved."

"Thank you." Lily adjusted the brim of her hat. "I'll contact him if needed."

After saying this, Lily bid farewell to the detective, turned and left, merging into the bustling crowd in St. George's District.

"So, aren't you going to participate?" Inspector Reid asked Dorian after Lily left.

"Me? What am I involved in?" Dorian was puzzled by the detective's inexplicable question. "I'm just an office worker. What's the point of getting involved in something that sounds so dangerous? Professional matters should be left to professionals."

"Really? I saw that you and Miss Lily got along quite well. I thought you were a member of her team," Inspector Reid said.

He had known Lily for a long time because of work, and this was the first time he had seen someone get along with her so well.

Even when Polina, the little follower, suddenly tries to get close to Lily, Lily will gently push her away, though her movements will be gentler than with others.

I've never seen anything like this where the position was simply moved.

Although it felt rather abstract, Inspector Lesder still believed that this meant Dorian was the person Lily disliked the least, which, relatively speaking, meant that they had the best relationship.

Although Inspector Lesder is rather mediocre in all aspects except for his strong sense of justice, and does not hold a very high position (perhaps this is precisely what makes him so good), he is still an inspector, whose full title is Detective Inspector, and he prides himself on having some observation and reasoning abilities.

"Speaking of which, are you really not planning to go to that demi-human auction? I saw that even though you were suspended from your job, you were still investigating in private. I thought you were planning to go with Lily and cause another scene at the auction," Dorian joked.

"This is the most I can do within the scope of my abilities," Inspector Reid said, pulling a matchbox from his pocket again. "Would you mind if I lit a cigarette?"

"I don't mind," Dorian replied.

Detective Inspector Reid, as if he had been holding back for a long time, finally pulled a cigarette case from a drawer, took out a cigarette, and seemed to need it to say what he was about to say: "I want to investigate the truth, I want to bring everything to light, I want to uphold order and justice in Lentinion, and I don't want to be shot eight times in the back and 'commit suicide' just yet."

"Because I still want to do so much, I can't do anything right now. If I were shot eight times in the back and committed suicide, I would never have another chance."

"I understand. Then I'll take my leave, Inspector." Dorian stood up solemnly and said goodbye to Inspector Lesder.

As they reached the door, Dorian turned back again. "Take care, Inspector. Lentinion needs a righteous man like you."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Inspector Reid smiled slightly. "You see, even though I did what I did back then, the powerful cult only suspended me; they didn't even dismiss me. What does that mean? It means that Charon, the goddess of fate and justice, is protecting me. It's the will of heaven!"

Dorian did not go home after leaving, but went to another place.

In the previous offer letter from Bentley Weekly, they mentioned that they wanted to establish a long-term working relationship with me and invited me to become a columnist.

Originally, Dorian wouldn't have been completely uninterested, but after seeing the name Dickinse at the end of the letter, he felt he absolutely had to go and see her.

Maybe it really is Dickens's alternate dimension counterpart, shouldn't we go and see?

If that were true, would I be able to witness the birth of those great works?

Perhaps even some great works that we have never seen before, unique to this world, will be created?

Despite having countless masterpieces in his mind that had yet to be written, Dorian could easily become the world's greatest writer.

However, he always believed that he was merely a conveyor of those great works, and he always held a deep reverence for those truly great writers.

"To the editorial office of Bentley Weekly." With a strange sense of pilgrimage, Dorian hailed a horse-drawn carriage.

"Polina, get ready. The day after tomorrow we're going to the fourth abandoned warehouse by the river near the old docks in St. George's District," Lily said to Polina, who was still training, after returning to the underground office area of ​​the Cultural and Creative Industries Institute.

A lithe figure flashed over and grabbed Lily's arm. Just as she was about to push Polina away as usual, something seemed to come to mind, and she ultimately didn't move.

"Wait, big sister?" Polina was about to reflexively change direction and continue to act coquettishly, but she found that she was not pushed away.

This seems a bit unusual.

"There's a demi-human auction the day after tomorrow, which is expected to be related to the smuggling of the Phantom Book." Lily turned her head away, not looking at Polina, whose eyes were full of doubt.

"Is it just the two of us this time?"

"right."

"Eh"

Polina's voice was a mixture of joy, doubt, and a hint of disappointment.