Mermaid Reef

Gammel walked past the flustered Scotland Yard police.

To him, it was nothing more than a swarm of panicked ants.

It's just that the nests built by ants are very interesting, and the courtship patterns of ants are also very interesting.

"Change place?"

Gemil took the initiative to invite.

Jensen estimated that the detective would not be in danger for the time being, so after hesitating for a few seconds, he agreed.

It must be said that the voice of the mermaid is very good, and the passages and sentences recited are also very beautiful.

In fact, Jason didn't read those rural romance novels carefully, but he knew what these books were about, and he also knew the names of the main characters. This is thanks to the critics in the newspapers. It is always necessary to talk about literature, the more famous the work, the higher the probability of appearing.

"Have you ever seen a ball?" Gemil asked seriously.

This seems to be a ceremony that human beings value very much. It is the origin and development of love. Others will also use this ceremony to confirm the status of themselves, their loved ones, and their relatives in this group.

"I've seen the ball, but..."

Jason held out his hand.

Gemil thought for a while, then handed over the book.

Jason's reading speed is naturally not as slow as that of humans. In just a few seconds, he finished reading more than ten pages. From a distance, it seems that he is just flipping through a book.

"This is a country dance, it's quite lively, I've seen it before." Jason replied.

His mood was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface. Deep in his memory, there was a lively country dance.

It was held in the country house of old Brandon's family. The child sneaked out of the attic, hid in the dark corner of the second floor to peek at the ball, and then he found that his father, old Brandon, had a healthy The boy is called "the little master here" by the servants and guests.

The boy lived in the house not long after the ball was over.

For Jason, the dance was actually very rough and rushed, and there was nothing worth talking about.

Because he had seen too many magnificent social balls in London later, compared with them, they were like exquisitely carved works of art and rough glass balls.But in that child's short memory, that was actually the brightest touch of color.

Delicious food is piled on the table, lively music is playing, and skirts are unscrewed under the light of candles...

The lifeless house seemed to have changed its appearance and turned into a pumpkin cottage in a fairy tale book, with warm yellow lights everywhere, and maybe a majestic king or a beautiful princess was missing to witness the fairy magic .

"...Country dance, is there any around here?"

Gemil's voice brought Jason back from that memory.

Jason is usually affected by these memories and emotions, just like reading a novel, closing the pages will not feel too much emotion, and even forget it in the back of his mind, but when those pictures resurface, the familiar thoughts will follow. Come, and even add more feelings because of the increase in age and experience.

"Unfortunately, here are the nobles of London. They moved to the suburbs and just changed their lives. If you want to see the country dance described in this book, you have to go to a more remote place..."

Jason originally wanted to talk about the beautiful scenery, but soon remembered the characteristics of his own kind-the aesthetics was much different from that of humans.

And each evil god has a different view.

So Jason immediately changed the adjective: "It is a relatively small ant nest, but the place where the ants will not starve to death, and the number of odorants is relatively simple."

"Black Lagoon Town?" Gemil asked tentatively.

"It's bigger than that place, and there are a little more people."

Gemil also reported the names of several towns, all of which were places where Jason had "passed by" in the past two years.

Jason: "..."

Is this completely unmasked?

No, Poseidon has never covered it up, it's just that he didn't have the chance to "tell" Jason before.

"Let's talk about it after the country dance, there are many good places in London." Jason returned the book to Gemil.

It's not that Jason couldn't wait to introduce the "secret base" to Gemil, but that there has never been a similar person who can have a good conversation like this. Since the relationship is not simple, the detective will not end the investigation in a short time, tell Gemil's "How to Sightsee in Human City" is still very necessary.

After all, the city of London is too strange. You can witness mysterious people grabbing a lot of them, and you can't even use a sieve to clean them.

Forget about ordinary citizens, if, like today's detective Martin from Scotland Yard, he can't spend money to cut off contact, the other party will definitely record this bizarre sighting in the report.Not only will it affect the detectives who are currently carrying out the investigation commission, but it will also affect things long after-those who delve into the occult can always dig deep and find witnesses and written records from all over the world.

If there are more such witnesses, the 1927 London Mystery will be formed.

Coupled with a series of records such as the sudden flooding of the Thames River, the shattering of building glass on both sides of the river, and the "toxic gas" affecting the health of citizens, the existence of the gray butterfly will be discovered again by occultists.

Jason could predict that sooner or later something would happen to the city of London.

A few years later, ten years later, or decades later...

Of course, Jason doesn't have the ability to predict. He just knows the ability of human beings to seek death and understands the characteristics of the same kind.

Jensen hopes that the fulfillment of this prophecy will be delayed a little bit.

——Not only detectives, old Brandon's daughter also lives in London!

In order to achieve the goal of "nothing happens in London for a few years", it seems like a good idea to keep Poseidon under his nose?

Jason was silent. Sure enough, these evil gods naturally like to take the initiative and like everything under control.

In order not to make a joke about Gemil following him, he followed Gemil instead... Let's organize a group to visit the human city for now!

***

John rubbed his hands, breathing hot air.

It's so cold, it's been ridiculously cold this winter.

Looking at the Christmas decorations on the street, John couldn't help but miss the pies and hot soup made by his landlady's wife.

He fumbled in his pockets and decided to go to a coffee shop across the street.

John has just stepped out of the Times Press, disguised as a yes-many bank clerk.

This is an old method of investigating intelligence. If you want to see old newspapers from the past few decades, you can only go to the publishing house other than going to some private libraries.

Private libraries need to pay membership fees and register their identities, but the publishing house is much easier, as long as they pay some silver shillings as a bribe, and then explain the excuses they made up-eight out of ten times they can be successful, Who doesn't feel sorry for a clerk who runs errands?

Now the clerk shrank his neck, squeezed into the crowded cafe like an ordinary citizen, ignored the critics who were expounding their thoughts and opinions on the sofa (Note), and asked the waiter for a cup of hot coffee After that, I leaned against the wall and touched a cigarette.

There were no empty tables in the cafe, and John was looking for a suitable place to sit while digging for matches.

The match in John's hand didn't strike the first time, but the second time it rubbed directly on his finger.

He saw two people sitting in the corner of the cafe, two familiar people.

John: "..."

It's outrageous that the evil god comes to the cafe.

John took a closer look and found that everyone ignored that corner, including the waiter.

Gemil and Jason were sitting face to face in the noisy cafe, and Gemil was holding a book in his hand.

"Sir, your coffee."

John gave the waiter his coin and strolled over to the table with a coffee mug.

——I didn't go to rub the position, but observed nearby.

Jason looked up immediately.

The row of gold and red tassels hanging from Gemir's hooded cloak shook for a while.

John: "..."

He obviously wore a fake beard, painted his skin yellow, added things to his cheeks to change the shape of his face, and even changed his walking posture, but John still had the feeling that he was seen through in a second.

The evidence is that Jensen is ignoring him, and Gemil turns the page and reads on.

He was not only reading, but reciting in a low voice.

That indescribably beautiful voice flows slowly like an oasis.

Although the voice is not loud, you can ignore all the noisy conversations around you.

John couldn't help lowering his head. With this step, he seemed to come from the noisy city to the island covered with silver moonlight. A voice was telling an ancient story. This story contained pure and sincere feelings and beautiful scenery, just like time. They all slowed down because they were addicted to listening.

John knew that this was an illusion, because the pace of life of the characters in the book was inherently slow, and the words were as beautiful as a flowing country stream, so...

Forget it, no, so, reading depends on who is reading.

If it's not people, it's better to listen less.

John walked away silently with his coffee cup.

***

In the evening two days later, John, disguised as a businessman, walked into the opera house.

He had found out that Lynd Brandon would be at the opera tonight.

The bulging wallet made John choose a first-class ticket on the second floor of the hall without hesitation. This position can not only see the stage well, but also observe the surrounding boxes. For the same reason, John bought it without hesitation. Telescopes sold by theater peddlers.

Peeking at the box with a telescope is another pleasure for the audience.

Those who can sit here have some assets, and they also have time to sniff out the anecdotes of high society.

"The best location is the box of Duke Charles, but I heard that he went to France for vacation, so there won't be one today..."

John stopped suddenly, and moved the telescope back in disbelief.

That box is occupied.

Although separated by a distance, he was too familiar with those two shadows.

Jason took off his velvet coat and black top hat, and he looked like a regular at the opera house.

A white shirt with intricate lace embellished cuffs and neckline, black hair neatly combed behind the ears, a thick brown cigar in his hand, not like smoking, but waiting for the cigar to smell.

He glanced this way casually, and then he was right on John.

John: "..."

Then he saw Gemir.

This time it wasn't an Arab psychic, but a man in a Flack coat.

The long red hair hangs over the shoulders, the light-colored shirt makes the hair color more conspicuous, the black double-crossed bow tie, and then -

John's eyelids twitched as he saw an exquisite silver Venetian mask.

It is a mask that can cover the entire face, from the forehead to the chin.

What's special about the mask on Gemil's face is that the eye area is not left blank at all.

"Complete my commission."

Jason spoke to John.

Detectives can read lips.

The detective silently lowered the binoculars.

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The author has something to say:

Note: The coffee shop was not the petty bourgeoisie in our impression at first, because it was a place where people of all classes could sit and talk (yes, people of different classes could not talk in the past), so it became the main place to spread ideas , many people will express their views and explanations there, and discuss literature

At the same time, it was also very popular in the nineteenth century to recite literary passages in public at salons, ranging from Shakespeare to romance novels, and some people would read their own works and poems

↑This is a pun, the era is romantic

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John: so angry

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