Lord: I have a skill talent tree

The next day.

Late at night.

An unmarked carriage slowly drove along the south street of Marlow.

Finally it stopped in front of the side door of a brightly lit building.

Ethan and Oliver both wore silver masks on their faces and got off the carriage one after the other.

Oliver walked to the door and knocked on the door three times.

A small window was pulled open from the inside of the door, and then an old voice came from the small window: "There is no performance tonight."

Oliver replied: "I am the clown."

Upon hearing this, the small window was immediately closed, and then with a "creak", the door opened!

Oliver walked in without thinking.

Seeing such a mysterious look, Ethan smiled through the mask and followed.

The door was very low, and Ethan had to lower his head slightly when passing through.

After passing the door, he found that it was an old man who opened the door.

After the two entered the door, he locked the door again, and then sat on the chair by the door and dozed off without saying a word.

Oliver led Ethan forward without looking away.

This was a long corridor with heavy wooden doors on both sides.

It looked a bit like a prison, gloomy, and a bit like entering a small hotel, and the two were looking for their rooms.

In fact, the result was really like this. After searching for a while, Oliver stopped in front of a door numbered 13.

Then he took out the key and opened the door.

Inside, it was a small round room.

There was a clown painted on the floor, and nothing else.

Ethan was a little speechless.

It was so mysterious, and in the end it turned out to be such a small place?

There was not even a chair, what was going on?

Just when he was about to ask, he saw Oliver walked to the nose of the clown pattern and lifted a floor tile there.

Suddenly, with a "buzz", a secret door opened on the side wall.

A beam of light shone through it.

Ethan took a look and it seemed to be a staircase slanting downward.

It turned out that this was just a transfer station, and there was a secret door.

It seems that this is the place.

Yes, it has a bit of the flavor of a secret organization.

Just when Ethan thought this was the entrance, Oliver stretched out his hand to signal Ethan to stay where he was and wait, while he walked to the secret door and pressed the candlestick at the entrance of the stairs.

At this time, there was a "click".

Another square hole opened on the ceiling, and a rope fell from it.

"This is it!"

As he said, Oliver climbed up along the rope.

Ethan was amused by Oliver's operation.

But he didn't say anything, and followed him upstairs.

Going upstairs, I found that it was a relatively normal room upstairs.

Whether it was a bed, a table, a chair, or other decorations, everything was there.

You can also see the wide and winding Seine River through the window!

At this time, Ethan suddenly realized:

Isn't this a room on the second floor of the Bird of Paradise Club?

Wouldn't it be better to just walk here from the main entrance?

So, what was the purpose of all the previous operations?

While Ethan was still wondering, Oliver had already lit the oil lamp on the table, and the room immediately became bright.

Then he put away the rope and restored the mechanism.

"Just wait here, sit down for a while."

Ethan found a chair and sat down casually, then smiled: "I am confused, what is the meaning of those mechanisms just now?"

"I don't know either, it was left by the previous owner." Oliver replied: "However, there are many weapons and various strange things stored in that secret door.

Obviously, the person who chased you was a real professional killer."

Ethan became more interested when he heard it: "I am curious how you got in?"

"In fact, I don't know it myself." Oliver smiled: "I just found a key in the killer's house at that time.

Follow the clues and enter this room.

I accidentally discovered this secret passage.

When I walked out of the room downstairs, I happened to meet another person.

He called me Mr. Poker.

I saw that he was so enthusiastic, so I chatted with him.

As a result, I accidentally got everything out of the chat.

That's the thing, I didn't expect it to be so smooth."

This is all possible?

Ethan was speechless.

It seems that this organization does not seem to be very rigorous!

"Then how did you find out that Leon was the leader?"

"It was also luck." Oliver smiled: "I met him at a banquet once. His hands were like mine, and he would unconsciously do flexible movements from time to time.

It may be necessary to mention here that people in my line of work need to have very flexible fingers.

Therefore, I often train the flexibility of my fingers by rotating the Rubik's Cube with one hand.

And the leader here not only has the same height and body shape, but also holds a Rubik's Cube in his hand and keeps rotating it every time he appears.

And the order and rhythm of his finger movements are exactly the same as Leon's.

The little finger is lifted up first, the ring finger pushes forward, the middle finger pulls back, the index finger presses forward, and the thumb presses back.

Then do it in reverse.

This cycle repeats.

You have to know that when a person does flexible finger training, although everyone uses the Rubik's Cube, it is impossible for the order and rhythm to be exactly the same.

So I am very sure that he is Leon.

The only thing I don't understand is, for such a big man like him, why does he train his fingers to be flexible?"

After hearing this, Ethan couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, there are top talents in every profession.

If Leon knew that his unintentional little action exposed his identity.

And the person who discovered him was a thief, I wonder what he would think.

"This is not luck, this is real hard power. How can ordinary people pay attention to these? You are too modest."

After receiving Ethan's praise, Oliver smiled, and then seemed to remember something and said:

"By the way, in the secret door just now, there is a notebook left by the killer. Maybe there is something important in it.

Before, I was afraid of a trap. Out of necessary caution, I only dared to look at the door and didn't dare to touch anything in the secret door.

Now that everything is exposed, big... no, do you want to take a look?"

"Okay! But let's go later!"

Just as the two were talking, "dong dong dong" three knocks on the door sounded.

Oliver glanced at Ethan, and when he saw Ethan nod, he stood up and walked to the door, knocking twice.

"Dong Dong!"

"Dong!" There was another response from the outside of the door.

Hearing this response, Oliver opened the door.

A man wearing a porcelain white mask walked in.

The man wore a white glove on his right hand. The material was very special, looking a bit like rubber, tightly fitting the skin of the palm.

There was also a spider web-like pattern on the back of his hand.

At this time, he was turning a wooden Rubik's Cube in his hand.

After the man entered the door, he glanced at Ethan who was sitting not far away, and his body stiffened for a moment.

However, he immediately found a place away from Ethan and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Then he said, "Mr. Poker, the important thing you are talking about is this great swordsman!"

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