I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

In order to avoid the large-scale social death scene in the future, Xifa gave a dry cough and looked at the profiler who held up the poetry collection again: Mr. Warren, can I have a few words with Rachel alone?

Putting down the collection of poems, the shy young man actually asked, Mr. Sifa, what are you talking about, I can't hear you, I can't hear a single word.

Okay, I know. Classmate Warren, you are excellent, you are pretending to be deaf, right?

Knowing that Warren would not leave, Xifa had no choice but to give up and said instead: You don't have to thank me for anything.

Rachel said excitedly: No, it was you, Master Xifa, who saved me. Unfortunately, under the circumstances at that time, I didn't have the opportunity to thank you at all.

Now that I can finally see you again, young master, I must say something to you, thank you!

This young, but already mother, held her belly and looked softly: If it weren't for you, young master, I'm afraid it would be difficult to save this child.

But I really didn't expect that the young master would get so much infamy for me, an unclean person who lost his fidelity before marriage.

The young master loves and protects me so much, but I can't do anything for the young master. I can only pray to the goddess of the night every day, and pray that the young master can obtain the protection of the goddess, stay away from disasters, and live a safe life.

etc.

Hearing what you said, didn't the original owner have a relationship with you?

Xifa was very surprised. What kind of person was the original owner? In order to protect the maid who lost her virginity before marriage, he would rather bear the infamy than be misunderstood by others.

Could it be that his misbehavior was also intentional?

Is he out of his mind, or is he trying to hide some secret?

Reminiscent of the identity of the original owner as a bounty hunter, Xifa felt that the latter should be the majority.

By the way, young master, what happened to that matter? Is there any result? The former maid sitting on the chair asked again.

Xifa didn't know what was going on, so he could only ask, Which one are you referring to?

Rachel rubbed her stomach lightly and said, Of course it's the matter you asked Detective Leeds to investigate. Don't you often say that that matter is very important to you?

Leeds Detective? I don't know this person at all, and I don't know what the original owner asked him to investigate.

Glancing at Warren who was sitting by the door, although he was holding a collection of poems, he clearly focused his attention on himself. In order not to let the profiler find out, he had no choice but to say: You mean this matter Ah, I'm sorry I haven't seen Detective Leeds yet, and it looks like his investigations are inconclusive.

Really, I really hope that Mr. Detective will come back soon, and that the young master will know the result soon.

Warren over there took out a pocket watch and pointed with his finger to remind Sifer to pay attention to the time.

Xifa coughed dryly, stood up and said, I'm sorry, Rachel. I still have something to do.

Ah, I forgot, young master, that you are going to attend the press conference tonight. The former maid hurriedly got up: Then I won't bother you.

Where do you live, I'll send you back. Xifa said gracefully.

Rachel shook her head: No need, my father is outside. I am very happy to see the young master again tonight.

Master, you have to take care.

Xifa smiled and nodded: You too, if you have any difficulties, write to me.

After sending the former maid away, Xifa was really relieved. If the child in Rachel's belly was his, then he really didn't know whether it was a profit or a loss, whether to accept it or not.

Now there is no such trouble at all.

Then just wait for the criminal to show up.

Time passed bit by bit, but until a police officer came to remind Sifa that it was time for him to attend the press conference, the prisoner did not show up.

The press conference ended in a blink of an eye. At the venue, accompanied by Warren, Xifa met the red-haired lady Martha.

It seems that the prisoner didn't take the bait. Fortunately, we have a backup plan.

The young lady opened her collar, allowing her deep career lines to be exposed to the air. She tugged at the ill-fitting uniform on her body with some annoyance, and continued.

The captain and Jeffrey have rushed to prepare, and I hope the plan can go smoothly.

The profiler with slightly curly hair said softly: We must separate now, Mr. Xifa, please be careful.

Xifa nodded, I will.

He patted the revolver hidden under his suit, smiled, and left the police station.

He boarded the two-wheeled open carriage at home, driven by another groom, and returned to the mansion on the Golden Champagne Avenue.

Sitting in the carriage, Xifa recalled the process of discussing the plan with several inspectors.

In fact, they also imagined such a result.

So a backup plan was prepared, and now, this backup plan has also been launched.

The question is whether the fish will take the bait.

When the carriage passed the memorial square, Xifa's inspiration was suddenly touched, and he almost turned his head to look towards the southwest side of the square.

But he restrained the urge in time, and relaxed his body, leaned back in the chair, and hummed a folk song that was widely circulated in the town.

Just now, Xifa had the feeling of being watched, and felt the strong malice and hatred in that gaze.

Sure enough, after hearing the fake news spread by Lewis and the others, the prisoner still came.

It's just that there were too many people in the venue, so he didn't show up, but he still stared at himself.

This shows that he will not let it go.

If all goes well, he should follow him home, but he will not know that the seemingly peaceful Baron's Mansion has actually ambushed two police officers, Lewis and Jeffrey.

Coupled with Martha and Warren who will rush over later, as long as the prisoner appears, it is doomed to be unable to fly!

Even if he can't take the initiative to show his strength, Xifa is always playing the role of a 'hunter', setting up some hidden traps every now and then.

That backup plan is undoubtedly one of them.

Enqi Town is not big, and it didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the Golden Champagne Avenue. The streets here are spacious, but there are few pedestrians on the road, and now there is no one.

Because the few families living in this street have basically received the invitation from the mayor tonight, and they are not at home now.

When he entered the street and could vaguely see the villa of the Baron's Mansion, Xifa suddenly heard horses neighing behind him and the sound of wheels turning rapidly.

He turned his head, and saw a carriage with a carriage coming from nowhere. The two horses pulling the carriage seemed to be frightened, neighing all the way, pulling the carriage and galloping towards them.

Even when he saw Xifa's open carriage, the driver didn't seem to want to detour or slow down. Instead, he lashed the horses harder with the whip, causing them to run straight across.

For a moment, Sifa saw the coachman.

He was wearing a tattered dark cloak, his hair was messed up, his face was thin, and his eyes were crazy. When the carriage bumped, a corner of the cloak on his body was raised, exposing the lean bronze skin underneath, as well as the cyan tattoo extending from the back to the belly!

Sifa's pupils dilated slightly.

The prisoner showed up, but he wasn't home yet.

Lewis and the others are not around!

He didn't even bring the Shadow Fist with him!

PS: Thank you for the support of the monthly ticket of Naihe has you on the other side! It has been two weeks since the status was changed, and there is still no recommended site short today. Ha, I found that writing a novel is really not easy. After posting, I hope to sign a contract, after signing a contract, I hope to be recommended, and after I post it, I hope to be promoted. After all, I want to be recognized~