The vest magic changes the earth

Allen posted his recruitment notice on the Internet, and printed another copy and posted it at the door of the firm.

These days, business is not easy to do, especially private detectives, even the business of catching rape is less.I used to dream of becoming the Sherlock Holmes of the 21st century, but the reality is really a waste of my dream.

Allen lamented in his heart.

Then, he locked the door resignedly and started cleaning.

Ever since he and Randolph parted ways more than a month ago, Allen has felt like he's been on the wrong side of things.

At that time, he was taken near Arkham, but did not enter that mysterious town and university. According to Randolph, a certain research in the school has achieved significant results, which is good news.

But, unfortunately, big results slipped out of the lab.

Now the inside of the University of Michigan is flying like dogs and dogs, and it is not recommended for outsiders to enter.

Randolph left him outside the town to observe whether he had any signs of contamination by the evil spirits from outside the territory.Xin Tinghou entered the University of Michigan alone with the mysterious oil painting.

At that time, he also curiously asked Randolph what that painting was.

Randolph said that news of such a containment was strictly kept secret internally.

"Then didn't you say that Xintinghou is someone from the SCP Foundation? Why did he come to your university to return to life?"

"Because we are currently in a cooperative relationship." Randolph replied, "After all, we are the group of people who are closest to madness."

"ally?"

"Pretty much," Randolph added. "Paranotic ally."

"What do you mean?"

"They don't hesitate to do anything for the survival of mankind. In front of the entire human race, it is reasonable for an individual's life to be sacrificed. Every time they face a sealed item, their consumption of personnel is shocking." Randolph shrugged, "And they It also rejects all inhumans, maybe this is a kind of sealed item for them?"

He also made a joke, "It's so fashionable now, it should be called racial discrimination?"

He stayed with Randolph for about a week, chatting with Randolph every day.Allen asked Randolph what to do if he was really contaminated, and Randolph raised his hand with a smile and made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Back in New York, Allen began his bad luck career.

In fact, the business of private detectives was not very good, and the bad luck made Alan's small office even worse.

He was really unlucky. Since he came back, he had no business. The rent cost of the firm made him unable to make ends meet. He finally got a commission to catch a rape. Unfortunately, he was harassed by a rich woman, which indirectly caused his only assistant to resign.

It's all right now, the beauty at the front desk has also left, leaving him alone in the office.

After finishing the hygiene, Allen spread out on the sofa exhaustedly, and let out a long sigh.

He took out his phone and he sent a text message.

It was for a headhunter. In their business, there must always be a source of good business. This headhunter is in charge of brokering and buying and selling news.

He talked about his current embarrassment in the text message, and begged the other party to help him pay more attention to the current news.

Then, Allen took out his bedding and planned to rest.

Since the financial strain began, he had returned the apartment he rented and invested all the funds in the operation of the office. It was quite convenient to live in the office at night.

After falling asleep, he had a dream, and the location was still in the familiar New York.But the content is horrifying. In the dream, the sky of New York is covered by a purple eye.

Black mist drifts.

People were terrified, twisted and mutated monsters roamed the streets, they were thirsty for blood, loved despair, howled amidst the screams of the people, it was a hell on earth.

Allen woke up suddenly, the sun had come out and was shining obliquely on his face through the window glass.

His cell phone rang loudly, and it was the sound that woke him up.

Allen rubbed his face violently and cleared his throat.

"Hello, Alan Simmons."

A loud voice sounded from the opposite side, with a southern Texas accent, "Hi, Allen. You're lucky!"

It was the headhunter he contacted yesterday.

"Oh, really? My friend, you have some good news."

"A big deal! A collector lost his antiques. He didn't want to go through the police, so he hired private investigators all over New York. Well paid! My friend, you know, if it was someone else, I wouldn't know the news." It will be revealed to him."

Allen said, "Thanks, buddy! So time, place, and details!"

"I'll send it to your email. You know the rest."

"Of course," Allen said, "we're the best partners, aren't we?"

According to the rules, the income from these introduced cases is to be commissioned to these middle information dealers.

Allen turned on the computer and checked to see if there was a reply to his recruitment notice. He was pleasantly surprised to see a reply letter. The other party had a strong desire to ask him to meet tomorrow.

The news of the southern redneck has been sent. He is a well-known local collector in New York, Mr. Capet. He holds shares in several large companies to support his collection work. He often sees this in the newspapers. face.

The news is not very detailed, but only briefly introduces the ins and outs of the lost antiques.

This Mr. Capet couldn't put it down after getting this antique. He didn't put it in his well-preserved collection museum, but played with it every day in his own home.

One day, after Mr. Capet got up, he was about to see his baby again.At this time, his collection cabinet was empty.

There are strict security facilities in the villa, there are security guards at the door, and the monitoring found nothing.There was no damage to the collection cabinet, and the night maid did not hear any movement.

Antiques are simply missing.

After reading the materials, Allen probably had an idea in his mind.The source of Mr. Capet's antique is probably not very serious, so he went to find a private detective to handle the case.

As for what the headhunter said, this news will not be told to other people casually. Allen snorted in his heart. Based on his understanding of this southerner, it is estimated that one-third of his colleagues in New York are eager to try it at this time.

Allen glanced at the time, it was 3 o'clock this afternoon, and the location was in the rich man's villa.

He went to the bathroom and started grooming.

By the time Allen squeezed the subway to the villa, 10 minutes had passed.It's not that he has no sense of time, but that he is really unlucky. On the subway, a girl holding a drink is arguing with his boyfriend, with a high-pitched voice, crying and shouting.

Allen wanted to back away unbearably disturbed, but at the very moment, the girl squeezed her hand hard, and the drink was squeezed out, drawing an arc, and splashing on his newly changed suit.

Allen: "..."

He looked at the green unknown liquid on his body and choked speechlessly, then looked at the eye shadow and lipstick on the girl's face, took the tissue handed by the other party, and walked off the subway in grief.

By the time he managed to tidy himself up enough to see, and hurried to the villa, the time had passed.

Fortunately, the security didn't make things difficult for him, and let him in after registering his identity.

Walked to the assembly point according to the instructions, even though he was prepared in his heart, Allen still swears in his heart.

This is almost all private detectives in New York coming!

He knew that those intelligence dealers couldn't believe a word.

Allen looked around and saw many colleagues who had dealt with before. The key point is that most of them are better than him now.Ah, and some reporters who came to hear the news.

Allen found a random corner and decided to struggle here.

After all, he gave too much money.

Mr. Capet made everyone wait a little longer before arriving, with his butler.I heard that the Capet family came from Europe and has always maintained this aristocratic custom.

The butler cleared his throat and briefed the detectives present.The information is much clearer than what was sent in the email, at least Alan knows what it is.

It was a ring, a watch ring, from Europe in the 16th century. It was made of gold and engraved with enamel on the surface.The gold wire was pinched and coiled around the surface of the ring. Rubies and diamonds were inlaid on it. It was made of a whole piece of ruby. When the top cover was opened, a picture of the Crucifixion of Jesus was painted inside.

Alan murmured a little in his heart, this ring is indeed valuable.Not counting it as an antique, even those huge gems make it worth a hundred times.But the Capet family was once a famous European family, once a great nobleman of the East Frankish family.

Even if the aristocrats decline, no matter what, a skinny camel should be bigger than a horse, so how could they be so obsessed with any ring.This ring looks precious, but it doesn't have much unique value.

That's not the way French taste is.Allen complained in his heart.

Because there were so many people here, the detectives could only be divided into groups, some went to check the surveillance, and some went to observe the scene.Hey, yes, there are people in the villa watching them.

Allen was assigned to a group to check the scene, he muttered in his heart, this is just like sightseeing, it is still a popular scenic spot.

When they arrived at the place where the ring was lost, the colleagues began to check the environment in a decent way. Allen was going to go with them, but at that moment, he stayed where he was.

He felt a strange force that attracted him and tempted him.He approached involuntarily.

......

"Detective Simmons? Detective Simmons? What are you doing?" Someone called him.

Allen didn't respond.

The other party slapped him hard. "Detective Simmons!"

Allen woke up suddenly, and he was shocked to realize his state.

His whole body was almost attached to the glass of the collection cabinet. For the convenience of inspection, his head almost got into the empty collection cabinet.

Allen pulled himself out of the closet.

The person who called him looked at him suspiciously, "Detective Simmons, did you find anything just now?"

Allen smiled awkwardly, "Oh, no, I'll just take a look."

"Okay." The other party replied suspiciously.

Allen covered his face in his heart, my image!