Chapter 7 [Spring]

Pocket watches, suits, sleeve studs, top hats, and walking sticks are all status symbols of gentlemen in this era. However, it is a pity that Linn does not have an item like a pocket watch that can show off his status anytime and anywhere, and can also accurately time the time. Therefore, what is the time? I can only have a rough guess in my mind as to how long it took Tick Tock to go.

Half an hour, an hour.

Or it had been almost two hours. Lynn was waiting for Mr. Douglas to bring him good news and a new challenge opportunity. This is much more exciting than an interview. Once you fail, it means you are sentenced to death. Who dares not to work hard?

In the luxurious single room underground, he could only review the ancient language "Mullan" over and over again, and translated and polished the chapters he had written down in the "Abundance Tantra".

This harmful garbage caused Linn a lot of harm, but also provided him with obvious physical benefits. When Linn was sorting it out in his brain, he found that this ancient book with a tattered cover and the so-called evil magic he had imagined Books are a little different.

To be precise, this is a collection of stories.

They respectively tell the stories and experiences of a kind of sowing called [Spring] more than 1,000 years ago, which is also known as the Shuojin Age in history. The objects of sowing are not limited to the earth and mountains and rivers. The content was so obscure that it was difficult to understand, and not all of it was useful. But what concerned Linn was that the translation and understanding of the abstract concept of "Spring" filled his body and mind with strange joy.

[Spring], what exactly is it?

It is closely related to the extraordinary door that he unintentionally pushed. In the extraordinary system of this world, what position does [Spring] occupy?

Does the ill-intentioned client also want this [Spring]? Or is it the secret ritual that I copied?

Linn, who was so focused, naturally gradually forgot about the passage of time. It wasn't until Mr. Douglas returned to the solitary prison that he suddenly broke free from his almost obsessive concentration.

When Linn came back to his senses, he was inexplicably frightened. The content of "The Tantra of Abundance" was like a creeping chain spreading out, inadvertently grabbing his trembling brain and squeezing the thoughts in his brain. There was a trace of confusion in Cui Bi's eyes. While exaggerating her memory to facilitate herself, there seemed to be hidden troubles accompanying her.

"Little gentleman, let's go and get out of this damn place."

Douglas didn't notice Linn's stunned look. The detective, who looked proud, just slightly urged the young man who subconsciously bowed to say hello.

"Are you going to interrogate me?" Linn noticed that there was another person standing outside the door, trying in vain to stir up the air under his nose.

The man's clothes were nothing like the Elba Field police uniform.

Linn couldn't help but lick his lips that were dry due to lack of water. The meanings represented by different clothes made him quickly enter a slightly excited state, as if he was finally going to the examination room or interview after preparing for a long time.

"Yes, they are very interested in what you described and directly borrowed an office in the bureau." Douglas seemed more confident than Lynn.

"Can you please help me lead the way?" Linn nodded as he noticed the kind police detective's abnormal pleasure.

"Hahaha, this is what I should do."

Mr. Douglas led the way, and Linn slowly walked out of the solitary prison. He glanced back subconsciously. Although he had not stayed there for less than twenty-four hours, it was the most thrilling and scary place in his life so far. Lin En felt that he would never forget how hard he worked to survive at this moment. Use your brain.

The young man outside the door was wearing a white patternless shirt, a solid-color slim vest, and a big top hat on his head. But what worried Linn the most was that his hands were wearing silk gloves, but they were not very gentlemanly. His squinting smile looked more like a cunning fox.

Is he opening his eyes and looking at himself?

There should be some, Lin En looked at this smiling young man and for some reason, his heart slowed down for no reason.

The filthy air in the underground prison was not suitable for conversation. The young man had no intention of talking to Linn. He stretched out his hand to press his hat and followed Linn. Detective Douglas led them up like this. After turning two stairs, the freshness of the air rose two levels, and they were already leaving the farm and livestock pen in Lynn's mind.

‘Praise for fresh air! I never want to go back there! ’

An unexpected but reasonable person was waiting nearby.

Detective Anthony, this gentleman with a beautiful mustache was pacing back and forth holding a handkerchief. When he saw the three people, he immediately stood still, like a nail being smashed into the floor. .

"Thank you Mr. Anthony for cooperating with our work. As for the paperwork, I will have someone send it over as soon as I get back. What do you think about completing the paperwork?"

The young man said this with a smile. Although he was smiling, he gave people the feeling of a fox turning into a poisonous snake.

"It's my job and mission to be able to help, so don't bother with the paperwork..." Anthony said hesitantly, not wanting to agree to the invitation.

Lin En smelled the smell of confrontation and subconsciously started thinking.

This Mr. Anthony made a foolish mistake. Although the document connection will leave records, the Spring and Autumn style of writing is also a very important means of shirking responsibility in the records between different departments. How to write a report so that the leader can't see who is to blame is a science.

If you refuse an important document in a matter, doesn't that give the initiative to others?

"Oh? The working atmosphere of Elba Field is really enviable. Sometimes we are annoyed by trivial matters and don't want to write a word, but we still have to pick up the pen. What do you think? Detective Douglas."

The young man could only turn his head to look at Douglas with some embarrassment.

"Then let me do it for you." Douglas took the handle of the knife.

"Ah, this, Mr. Bill...!"

Detective Anthony suddenly reacted and hurriedly called the young man's name, but Bill walked away with a smile as if he didn't hear it.

When passing by Detective Anthony, whose forehead was already oozing with a layer of fine sweat, the young boy Lynn, who still remembered that he was almost raped by the prisoner in the middle of the night, smiled at him gently, imitating Bill's smile and telling Anthony that in this world, not only pity can bring fear to others, but smiles can also do so.

Then Lynn, who followed behind Bill with squinty eyes, shrank his pupils slightly.

This is a gentleman who is not easy to fool.

Just now, he dug a pit for Anthony with a few words. In anxiety, Anthony jumped down without thinking much. Afterwards, he came to his senses and was buried by Douglas. Putting himself in his shoes, if he was nervous, Lynn could not guarantee that he could avoid this simple and effective trap.

'Wait a minute, I will try to convince such a person to make him believe that I can make meritorious service for my crime? '

Lynn sighed in his heart.

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