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Chapter 131 Spike

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In front of the office.

Amanda knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in."

Accompanied by a hoarse and somewhat magnetic voice from the room, he pushed the door and walked into the office.

Walking into the office, the first thing Amanda saw was Jane Spike's back facing her.

He stood in front of a small stove, looking down at the kettle in front of him.

"You are more decisive than I thought."

Hearing the sound of the door opening from behind, Jane Spike said to Amanda who walked into the office in a familiar tone, as if she had expected her arrival.

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As Jane Spike's voice fell, the kettle on the stove whistled sharply.

Jane Spike turned off the fire naturally, lifted the lid on the kettle and poured hot water into the teacup that had been prepared.

Picking up the teacup in her hand, Jane Spike turned her head to look at Amanda who walked into the office while making a tea bag, with a somewhat understanding expression on her face.

"Now, I understand why."

"Sure enough, you've already spotted me before."

Looking at the teacup in Jane Spike's hand, Amanda remembered the scene she saw through the telescope before, and suddenly understood.

"As a psychic, I can feel more things than ordinary people, which of course includes the gaze of someone with a heart."

"In addition, a little reminder, next time if you want to monitor the target, the coffee shop is not a very good choice, especially when you arrange an unsuitable subject in the coffee shop."

He showed a faint smile to Amanda, and at the same time reminded the other party that he had seen through Agent Phil's disguise.

Jane Spike held the teacup in her hand and asked Amanda.

"So, would you like some tea?"

Hearing that Jane Spike had easily discovered the layout of BSI around the office, Amanda's inner emotions fluctuated a bit. Her eyes fell on the tea made by the other party, and her eyes flickered After a while, he replied in silence: "Of course."

Inside the office, Jane Spike had been silently observing the expression on Amanda's face. After hearing her answer, she turned around and picked up her own teacup on the other side, and at the same time turned her head to indicate the position of the office desk. : "If possible, let's sit down and talk."

Sitting in her office, Jane Spike lowered her head and took a sip of hot tea, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

"Nothing calms my mind more than a cup of hot tea."

Sighing to Amanda in front of him in a tone like a friend, Jane Spike gently put down the teacup from his hand, stared at Amanda in front of him with his slightly drooping blue eyes, and made a slow and natural tone. ask.

"So can you tell me, what is your purpose for coming to me, ma'am, or Miss Detective?"

Hearing that Jane Spike revealed her identity so simply, Amanda frowned slightly.

"Why are you so sure that I am the agent you speak of?"

"Mr Jane Spike!"

Aware of the interrogation attitude unconsciously brought by Amanda's tone, the expression on Jane Spike's face remained unchanged, she took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, and calmly replied: "I have talked to you more than once. The agents of the federal government have cooperated, and the temperament exuded by you is exactly the same as those of the government agents."

"Of course, the same is true for the detective in charge of monitoring in the coffee shop, but his temperament is not as sophisticated as yours. He seems to be a novice who has just entered the industry not long ago."

Hearing that Jane Spike was so easy, he discovered the identity of his party.

Amanda couldn't help but feel a little frustrated in her heart.

She recalled what the priest had left when she handed her his business card before, and immediately restrained her inner interest, looking at Jane Spike with a calm expression in front of her, introducing herself.

"Actually, your judgment is not wrong, Mr. Spike, I am indeed an agent from the federal government, a special investigation department called the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, or BSI for short. You can call me Amanda."

After listening to BSI's introduction, Spike nodded slightly.

He raised his eyes, looked at Amanda in front of him, and asked the doubts in his heart.

"So, tell me, Agent Amanda, where did you, or BSI get my information?"

"Chunwood Town, Father Merlin."

For Spike's question, Amanda gently mentioned these two names.

Hearing the name that came out of Amanda's mouth, Spike showed a clear expression on his face, then raised the teacup in his hand and took a sip, and continued to ask in a slow tone.

"How is Father Merlin recently? Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for more than a year."

"..."

Facing Spike's questioning, Amanda subconsciously fell silent for a moment before revealing a sad news to the other party.

"In fact, when we found out, Father Merlin had already..."

Hearing the news of the priest's misfortune, Spike paused slightly with his fingers holding the teacup.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the swaying tea in the cup, a look of obvious sadness flashed in his eyes.

Turning his hands from the direction of the teacup, Spike stared at Amanda's face in front of him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Can you tell me more about the circumstances of Father Merlin's death, Agent Amanda?"

"Sorry, due to the confidentiality agreement, we cannot disclose more information to outsiders."

The death of Father Merlin is obviously related to a certain degree with the mysterious monster that appeared in the "Wolf Girl" incident in Texas earlier.

When it comes to supernatural cases, even Amanda cannot easily tell Spike about it.

Even if, the purpose of her visit to the firm this time is to get help from the other party.

However, Amanda could not tell the other party the reason behind this before she got a definite answer.

"I understand."

Although, Amanda did not disclose any information related to the death of Father Merlin.

However, only through the other party's refusal to reply.

Spike has already noticed the connection.

"It seems that Father Molin's death is unusual, and it even involves a problem that even BSI finds difficult. According to the introduction you just made, the news of the death that BSI can't disclose is a matter of course. Supernatural forces are connected."

Looking at Amanda, Spike said to her in a firm tone.

"Father Merlin, died of the supernatural, or to be more precise, of the evil forces of darkness."

(End of this chapter)