Chapter 99 99

Chapter 99 99


Bruno looked at the nightingale by the bed in a tangled way. Before he lost consciousness, he saw Saunders directing the Gray Cap Gang members to lift his body away. Now that he was here, those gang members should have also encountered misfortune. He had quite a few friends working in the Gray Cap Gang, and the situation now was really difficult to handle. Those disabled bastards... he owed them too much!

Just then, the nightingale showed him a kind smile: "If I want you to get out of bed now to do things for us, and also for yourself, do you think you have enough strength and stamina to complete the mission?"

Bruno took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cough: "I think ordinary actions shouldn't be a problem." He had to know what happened to Saunders. Although he already had some guesses, he had no evidence. Was the other party controlled by evil magic, or did he really betray him? This curiosity outweighed his discomfort.

"Very good! Very good!" The nightingale said twice, then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile that should have been kind. "Then, if I need you to move freely to cooperate with my observation work, do you have any plans to propose?"

Bruno twitched his mouth; he probably knew what the other party was going to do.

"I think this is unreasonable. I am just an ordinary person, and I am injured. I can't take too many risks." The detective changed the subject, turning to show weakness. He did want to solve this problem and get his detective agency back on track, but that didn't mean he had to pay with his life. Nothing was more important than his life. There might be in the future, but he hadn't found such a precious thing yet.

"Don't want to take risks? You don't think that sitting on the bed eating cookies and coaxing children will make things happen by themselves, do you?" The nightingale asked him rhetorically.

"I at least have to know who can help me." Bruno held the mattress and got out of bed, moving his legs to the edge of the bed: "My assistants spent more time with Saunders than I did. If Saunders became like this, I’m afraid they wouldn't be spared either. If possible, I want a letter of recommendation so that I can find the city government to ask for people, even if it is a clerk, and then I can find a way to get a damn list."

"That’s impossible, our mission is just to observe. However..." The nightingale paused and gave another suggestion.

"Do you know the Elder Council? This is a special organization. They are committed to hiding themselves while transforming the city."

"Slightly heard of." Bruno said calmly. He certainly knew the name. In fact, many gangs in the Saint-Alvin Parish existed because of the Elder Council. This process was not through some kind of suggestion or acquiescence, but a natural phenomenon, just like toads grow where there is water, and mice are born in haystacks. The existence of the Elder Council was like this pool of water, not even covering people’s soles, but it was everywhere. It was regarded by the residents of Sasha City as a part of this city. Only those who did work lower than the soles of their feet would see it and fear it. The members of the Gray Cap Gang were also workers, and many of them had planted trees for a mysterious Mr. Dominion in the Elder Council. The forest outside the city was their achievement.

"Great, so I don't have to explain from the beginning to you. In any case, you have to get them involved in this."

"This has nothing to do with them, right? Are you sure they will deal with the Colias family problem? I think these things haven't affected anyone, and there is no benefit in solving it." Bruno doubted. He had consciously classified himself into the group with no influence.

The nightingale didn't answer his question: "That’s what you need to consider."

Bruno wasn't angry because of this attitude, just lowered his head and immediately began to think about the feasibility of this task. All the information he knew about the Elder Council proved that the Elder Council was an organization with few disputes. So far, it had not conflicted with other beings, but this was also related to the long life of the Elder Council. It had been in Sasha City for more than 20 years. This was what he found out by exploring. The specific duration must exceed this number. It can be said that the Elder Council’s familiarity with this city far exceeded him. In this case, the information advantage he had was probably only about the private stories of Gallolin Colias, and it was only the most fragmented and boring part. Or was the nightingale implying that everything was only related to that woman?

If the nightingale was sure that the Elder Council could solve that woman with mysterious powers, did that mean that the Elder Council also had someone with incredible abilities? Under this situation, could his efforts work?

In this closed room, a bird song suddenly came from outside the window with drawn curtains. That was the nightingale’s cry. Bruno looked over vigilantly, but the line of sight was still blocked by the dark curtains, while the nightingale didn't move, as if he hadn't heard this sound. This abnormal reaction revealed some information in the eyes of the detective.

"Are you going to leave?" he asked.

The nightingale put the book in his hand on the bedside table and sighed imperceptibly.

"Damn, you don't have to talk so much sometimes."

"What do you mean..." Before Bruno finished speaking, he lost consciousness again.

"Don't let people know when we leave, the singing constitutes eternity in their memory... Who the hell thought of using poetry to set rules for the intelligence department?"

The nightingale muttered and opened the window. The height of this floor was not low. The light of the street lamp looked no different from fireflies, and the ground was bottomless, giving people a distant and cold illusion. He took a breath and jumped down toward the darkness outside the window.

...

"I thought you said you didn't need to see them anymore." Mary Etta said dissatisfied. She sat straight in the cheap cafe, as if she was about to attend a military parade at any time.

It was not easy to find her during the day. Clayton waited at the post office for a long time before he finally waited for her to be free. He had respect for Mary. A typist, and a woman, could actually become a sheriff who maintained order. This was not legendary.

"Meeting is fine, I just want to know the entrance to the black market of the mine outside the city."

Mary Etta’s expression eased slightly: "If you are talking about the hideout where the gang members hide from the sheriff, then I also know this place. What are you going to do there?"

"Go to stop an explosion."

The table shook, and Mary stood up abruptly, attracting the attention of other guests in the cafe. Clayton regretted it; he should have talked to her in a more hidden place. But fortunately, Mary didn't have the habit of loudly repeating what others said.

"Wow." Mary also realized that her reaction was inappropriate, exclaimed dryly, and began to make up: "He dreamed that he was killing someone. There must be an evil existence occupying his mind. He must go to the church to do more exorcism rituals."

Her impromptu religious remarks quickly made others lose interest here. After the others turned their heads back, she sat down again.

"I thought if it were you, you should calmly face various disasters."

Clayton gave Mary a high evaluation, but she had no joy, but held the wine glass in front of her uneasily.

"You don't know the seriousness of the situation. The mineral resources of that mine have not been developed yet. The reason why it was abandoned was because of gas leakage and the vibration of the well wall caused by the improper excavation of workers. The terrible thing is that those poisonous gases will also explode when they meet fire. If someone plans an explosion there, the residents of the entire mining area may be buried alive."

There were still many residents who were not gang members in the mine. They were all people who couldn't survive in the city. Maybe they owed money in other cities, maybe they had a bad reputation locally, or just a bad-tempered widower, but in any case, they were all ordinary people. They used the operation of the black market as their daily work. They usually gathered in a few places in the mine where there was no gas eruption to live. If the mine collapsed, the number of dead and injured would be at least three digits.

"Don't worry, no one is going to blow up the mine, it is still very safe there." Clayton comforted her.

Mary Etta’s fingers holding the beer mug relaxed slightly, and she suddenly felt ashamed that she was too nervous in front of a well-trained cavalryman. She had always set becoming such a person as a goal, and now it seemed that she was still not mature enough. If things were really serious, Clayton would certainly show it.

"Sorry, I... was a little nervous." She apologized to the lieutenant, and after being understood, she expressed her puzzle again: "Then what are they going to blow up?"

"A steam train with twelve carriages."

Mary knocked over the beer mug.