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Chapter 75 Piano and Drama

At the door of the auction house, Liu Yonglu waved goodbye to Millie Tang and Patrick who was standing at the door.

Both parties have already decided to attend the banquet the day after tomorrow, because there is a reason that Liu Yonglu and others absolutely cannot refuse, that is, Medea will also be there.

The clues about Box No. 5 basically end with the tomb worms. If there is anything else they can do before the mass, it can only be to work on Medea.

Although her identity as a projection of a deity is now known, the mystery surrounding her is still too thick.

As for the tomb worms, Jiuli didn't say he wouldn't give them, but he continued to practice Tai Chi, saying that he could only knock them down after meeting the Pope tomorrow, and he would give them an answer during the dinner.

Liu Yonglu thought to himself, why don't you just stop calling yourself the Wisdom Religion and change your name to the Procrastination Religion. They seem to make promises in words, but they delay doing things in private as much as possible.

Do I need you to do something for me? I also need you to bring me two packs of cigarettes.

When they left, they gave the mask away for safety reasons, saying it was a souvenir. Fortunately, Patrick had some reputation in the antique business, so no one asked too many questions.

But when the two of them left, the curtains in a window on the third floor of the antique shop were opened a little.

A man wearing a sheep's head mask was standing by the window, watching the two people go away. There was a sketch on his table, and the pattern was exactly Millie Tang's college badge!

The next morning, before Liu Yonglu could contact Gregory, he received a call from him.

"Mr. Ricky Baldwin? I'm Sir Gregory's operator, Flynn Menot."

It was the voice of a young man, but his tone was old-fashioned and old-fashioned.

"Ah... yes, I'm... Ricky, bah!" The call came too early, Liu Yonglu had just got up and was brushing his teeth.

"Mr. Rich, Sir Gregory has personally selected seven of the most outstanding investigators to assist you. They are now on standby in Luken, a town near Saint Dowding. The purpose of this call is to await your next instructions."

"What the hell? The Seven Swordsmen are all here? There's no need... so many people, ugh!"

In the switchboard room, Gregory stood behind Flynn with his hands behind his back. He had wanted to talk to Ricky in person before, but he felt that he would lose his identity if he did so. At this moment, he just stared at the words rolling out of the typewriter.

"Then may I ask how many investigators do you need to support you?"

Operator Flynn was quite professional. Although he felt that the investigator was not in a good mental state from the beginning of the call, he still meticulously wrote down the content of the conversation.

In contrast, Liu Yonglu could always feel the impatience in Miss Oliver's tone.

"It's not the quantity of soldiers that matters, but their quality. Do you understand? Two, two are enough. Huluhuhuhuhuhu..."

Liu Yonglu was rinsing his throat after brushing his teeth.

"Okay, do you have any requirements for these two investigators? I will briefly introduce their specialties and resumes. The first one..."

"Hey, hey, hey, take a break first. Let me talk to you. I have very strict personnel standards here."

"Okay, I'll take notes carefully."

When Flynn heard that there was finally a text, he quickly took notes.

"Two people, both men, one about 1.80 meters tall, thin. The other one, this one is not easy to find, must be short and short, at most 1.6 meters tall, also thin. It's better for both of them not to be too tanned, and have fair complexion."

Flynn was also wondering whether the person on the other end of the phone was looking for an investigator or a fashion model. He had been working as a telephone operator for so long, but this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Okay, I'll arrange it as soon as possible. They will be in place tomorrow at the latest."

Flynn was brought up by Gregory from the Navy, and his main focus was work efficiency and unconditional execution.

After Liu Yonglu finished explaining his situation, he still wanted to chat with the young man, but no matter what he asked, the other party's answers were all very precise. Liu Yonglu even suspected that this person had a work manual next to him.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Yonglu changed his clothes and went into the restaurant. Wow, Mi Li'er was already eating alone, and there were a dozen books piled on the table.

At this time, she was eating and reading at the same time. Liu Yonglu felt that the speed of turning the pages of the book was faster than when he was a child. "Can you keep up with it?"

Liu Yonglu pulled a stool and sat opposite. He glanced at the small pile of books on the table, all of which were related to drama.

"You can probably watch it. I think you can watch half of it today. Mr. Rich, you can also watch it if you have time."

Millie Tang was talking and reading at the same time, and she did not delay her meal. She cut the fried eggs with one hand and put them into her mouth with the other hand. It seemed that doing three things at once was very common for her.

"Why are you watching this? Are you learning opera too? It's too late to get your ears pierced right after getting in the sedan chair. The old man has practiced for decades off the stage."

Liu Yonglu also ordered the same breakfast as Millie Tang, and took a copy of "Dutch Drama Criticism and Rhetoric Studies" from the table and flipped through it.

"Aren't we going to attend the banquet tomorrow night? Since we are going to meet Medea, we should try to be fully prepared in terms of drama. That's what I think, Mr. Rich. What do you think?"

"Hey... your idea does make sense. Pick out a good book for me."

Liu Yonglu's heart moved. Before going to bed last night, he also felt that the current investigation was too passive. He was basically being led by the nose and was just looking for tomb bugs all over the world.

We still have to take the initiative, and at present it seems that the breakthrough point of the entire investigation lies in Medea. For her, Liu Yonglu is also ready to sharpen his sword before the battle.

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Inside the Ship Manor, in a luxurious and spacious rehearsal hall, the owner of the manor, Token Ship, was sitting in front of a grand piano and playing music. On the piano was a pure gold deer head statue.

There was a huge portrait hanging on the wall opposite the piano. A handsome gentleman in elegant attire was sitting on a chair. His facial features were about 50% similar to Token's. Behind him stood his wife, who looked exactly like Medea.

In the center of the hall, Medea, the opera queen of Saint-Domingue, was standing there, with her fair and slender neck tilted back, singing beautiful and intoxicating poems.

At this time, she was just performing an ordinary opera. The servants around her stood by and listened to her fascinatedly, with obsessed looks on their faces. Only Token himself hid behind the piano and looked at Medea with complicated eyes.

That look was a mixture of awe, disgust and deep contempt.

At the same time, the small door on the side of the rehearsal room was pushed open, and the old butler of the manor walked forward. He was over 60 years old and had served three generations of the Ship family.

"Master, it's almost time. The ceremony can begin. The dinner will be held in two hours."

Token nodded slightly, which did not affect his performance at all.

Medea's opera performance also reached its climax. Token's fingers flew wildly on the black and white keyboard, trying his best to push the whole atmosphere to a climax.

This opera tells a tragic love story in which a husband is bewitched by his wife and commits the immoral act of regicide and murdering his friend.

At the end of the opera, he came to his senses and killed his wife with a sword in repentance and unwillingness.

Medea in the center of the hall was also affected by the music. She clenched her fists and raised her arms to push this touching love tragedy to its climax.

When the song ended, the servants in the hall applauded, and the old butler turned his head and glanced gloomily at Medea who was bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Grandma, it's time for dinner."

Token said softly.

It’s Sunday now, and we’re one day closer to the day when the product will be put on the shelves. I’m very nervous.

Our story has reached its climax. Hehe, I will try my best to give it a beautiful ending.

There will definitely be a big update next week, just wait and see.

It’s the weekend, so everyone should spend more time with their family and eat more delicious food.

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(End of this chapter)