Mysterious Catastrophe

Inside the office.

'Madman' Carl strode in and was a little disappointed when he saw that there was no wine: "I thought there must be good wine hidden in the bar owner's office..."

"Not everyone who sells liquor likes to drink..."

Aaron threw a roll of banknotes in the past: "Is there any result in the investigation?"

"Yes, this Mr. William Shire, but it's really not simple." Carl showed a slightly crazy smile on his face, and handed over a handwritten report.

Aaron took a look, and first introduced the background: "William Shire, from Lane County, his parents died, his family declined, his relatives died, and he is the only blood left?"

"Yes, I used some illegal means to ask someone to investigate the death files of William's parents and relatives, and found some interesting doubts... They may not have died by accident, but by clever murders! Hidden in coincidence and Murder in an accident!"

Karl said: "And our Mr. William seems to have some secrets, maybe he also knows part of the truth, so after the funeral, he fled his hometown without hesitation... He is very dangerous, and the forces that are against him are also very dangerous ... Boss, you should have heard of the mysterious world, right? They may be related to that world!"

"Well, I know. Go on..."

Aaron folded his hands in front of him.

As a top bounty hunter, it is not surprising to know the existence of the mysterious world.

Even, this Karl may be a Extraordinary himself!

"After coming to Pulmouth, Mr. Shire studied in a grammar school. He was very interested in ancient languages. He often spent a lot of money to please a professor of ancient languages. The details are on the second page of the report."

Carl continued: "The reason why he sold the property before, but still lacked money and had to work part-time, I found out after I followed the target for a while... He often goes to some high-end auction houses and clubs, probably looking for The local mysterious market, which is also the legendary Black Queen! He spent a lot of money on this, and has achieved initial results... He has the closest connection with an entertainment venue called 'Blood Clothes Club', it should be there Regular customer of…”

"The Bloody Club?" Aaron frowned.

"Pulmouth has many clubs. The Bloody Club is a club famous for its special food. It follows a strict admission system and requires a lot of gold pounds and members' referrals to join..." Carl's mouth cracked: "I doubt there It's a mysterious gathering organized by a secret organization...but there's no evidence, unless you find me an opportunity to enter the investigation."

"No need, keep talking..."

Aaron waved his hand.

"Then...the target should have mastered a certain extraordinary ability. I seriously suspect that Harris' death was his fault...The target has become an extremely dangerous person, and even has the tendency to establish a sect...He is asking you Another employee, that big-ass girl named Isabeth is a missionary! Once a secret organization is created, it will undoubtedly make the target more short of money, I have reason to suspect... this Mr. Shire is very likely to try to use Invisible spells to influence his boss, which is you! Get more money!"

Carl's smile became more obvious, and he said with a hint of madness: "Do you want to hire me to kill him again? Not only can you get rid of the danger in advance, you may even get a key to the 'mystery'...Of course, you need to pay more!"

"It really shocked me."

Aaron closed the investigation report and sighed: "My employee may be a cult leader, a murderer, have an affair with a mysterious organization, preach to my other employees, and may even use spells against me ? I'm so unlucky..."

Although it is indeed sympathetic for a esoteric leader to be reduced to a wage earner, it is completely intolerable to use invisible spells against his boss!

He looked at Carl, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you someone who doesn't kill people?"

"I just don't kill normal people, except for evil believers!" The grin on Carl's face was enough to make ordinary people feel uncomfortable.

"Believe me, I'm a professional. Although those cultists may have all kinds of strange abilities, as long as they observe patiently, they can always find their weaknesses, and then shoot them in the head... let the bullets tear their blood vessels , making the hot blood flow out, that is the ultimate enjoyment!" Carl licked his lips.

"Well, you are indeed a madman, but that's the end of the matter."

Aaron waved his hand: "After all, it's just your speculation. William is a good boy, maybe he didn't want to murder me..."

"You'll regret it." Carl stared at Aaron and strode out.

"It's rude not to close the door casually."

Aaron looked at his back and complained.

"As for the other one, his technique is too young and too careless, revealing too many flaws..."

With a final sigh, he said to the side, "Come out."

Balkin came out from the corner behind the closet, bowed and said, "Boss, what are your orders?"

"Did you hear that?" Aaron asked back.

"I heard, do you want to deal with William?"

Balkin said calmly: "He hasn't systematically learned fighting skills, nor does he have much experience. As long as I suddenly shoot him in the head, he will most likely die!"

In Pulmouth, there were more than one or two Extraordinary who died from gang fights and poison!

It was the big names in the occult world that Barkin feared, not the crappy ones.

Chapter 250

"My head hurts!"

William Shire opened his eyes, and what he saw was a narrow and closed basement. The electric light above his head was flickering a blazing yellow light, flickering on and off.

Surrounded by tall wooden racks filled with wooden wine barrels.

"This is...the wine cellar under the bar? Why am I here?"

William looked confused and wanted to touch his forehead, but found himself bound to a high-back chair, unable to move.

"Help!"

He yelled, but found no one outside to answer.

"Wait...it's Barkin, it's Barkin!"

William recalled the episode before he fell into a coma. It seemed that after the bar closed, he had just mopped the floor, and then Balkin smiled and handed him a glass of beer to quench his thirst...

"Why did Balkin put drugs in the drink... why did he make me faint?"

The more William thought about it, the more frightened he became.

If he is just an ordinary person, he will feel that he is poor and has nothing to worry about.

But he knows some mysterious knowledge, and he understands that living people are a very common material in rituals!

"Balkin...isn't he also a secret worshiper of witchcraft?"

"Does he want to sacrifice me?"

William's teeth chattered from fear.

The little bit of mysterious power he possessed didn't help the current situation in the slightest.

Just when William was scaring himself, the door of the wine cellar opened with a creak, and Aaron walked in slowly.

"Mr Potter..."

Looking at the unexpected person, William looked a little confused.

But when he saw the "As the Wise Freud Said" in Aaron's hand, he yelled and twisted his body crazily: "What are you going to do? It's my thing, I Yes! Give it back to me!"

"Irritability, is this the sequelae of your first essence?"

Aaron smiled and closed the secret biography found from William's residence, and said calmly: "Don't always try to use force to solve the problem, like a barbarian... However, your behavior in killing Harris is not bad, at least you didn't leave too much. Lots of clues and traces."

William's expression turned pale in an instant. He trembled his lips and argued, "Mr. Potter, you must have made a mistake. I didn't...I didn't kill people..."

"It's wrong to lie, and you need to be punished for hiding from me."

Aaron smiled and stuffed a uniquely shaped dagger into his collar, letting William's skin touch the 'Weeping Blade' intimately.

Then, he moved his fist, and the knuckles cracked.

'Is it just a few punches?Then I should be able to bear it...'

Although William felt that his body was a little strange, he let out a sigh of relief and refused to admit it even if he was going to kill him.

Snapped!

The next moment, Aaron came to William and slapped him.

William's tears immediately fell down unsatisfactorily: "Mom...it hurts so much!!!"

William swore that he was a man and would never do anything like being slapped and cried.

But this slap... It hurts so much!

It was as if his face was torn apart, and a red-hot iron pick was inserted directly into his head from his nostrils!

The severe pain even made his thinking blur to a certain extent, and he almost fainted from the pain.

Making good use of the negative effects of the 'Crying Blade' is a good weapon to extract a confession, well, it is worthy of the name 'Crying Blade', regardless of gender, you have to cry when you encounter it! '

Aaron slapped William with a backhand in satisfaction: "Tell me, did you kill someone?"

"I plead guilty! Forgive...forgive me! Please forgive me!"

Tears mixed with snot on William's face, and he answered loudly, crying bitterly.

In order not to suffer such pain, he confessed even if he was tried for murder!

"Very good, I'll ask a question next, you answer one, if you can't answer, I'll beat you!"

Aaron nodded in satisfaction and said, "Your name?"

"William! William Shire!"

puff!

Aaron punched William in the stomach, making him feel that his internal organs were twisted into a ball: "I swear...in the name of my mother, it's true!!!"

"Very well, it seems that you have mastered the rules of the game."

There was a slight smile on Aaron's face, and he continued to ask some questions, including how old William was when he wet the bed, who was his first love, and even more shameful privacy.

Use this kind of question to continuously break down the opponent's psychological defense, and you can get more secrets.

"Why Pulmouth?"

"In order...to decipher that book and obtain mysterious power..."

"What do you think of your parents' death? Know what's going on?"

"..."

……

'It seems...William actually came here mainly to pursue the mysterious Pulmouth. He didn't know more about the strange decline of the family. Maybe...his subconscious sensed the danger and made the decision to leave his hometown? '

Aaron was playing with a gold coin, with a smile on his face: "The last question... are you going to use spells against me?"

"No……"

William replied blankly.

Zheng!

Aaron threw out the gold coin and nodded after getting the result: "It seems that the lunatic still thinks too badly about people. You haven't had such an idea yet..."

Of course, it's hard to say what will happen when the other party goes further and further in the mystery and the level of the original substance is raised again.

"Congratulations, you made the right choice."

Aaron took out the 'Weeping Blade', cut the rope on William's body by the way, and threw him the secret biography he had read.

William's body curled up on the ground, feeling that the severe pain disappeared in an instant.

He got up in surprise, touched his face, and found that he was actually not seriously beaten, and he didn't even see blood.

"I thought I was a strong man at first, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even bear this level of beating, and I recruited everything..."

He fell into deep doubts about himself.

"No... no, it's that dagger!"

However, William is an Extraordinary after all, so he immediately realized that he fixed his eyes on the dagger in Aaron's hand, and said with fear, "Mystical item... Boss, are you also an Extraordinary?"

"Not only that, the Hunter's Bar is an entrance to the Black Queen... Thanks to you working here for so long..."

Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said, "You have two choices now. The first one is to get out with your books... The second choice is to stay and work."

William wanted to run subconsciously, but suddenly stopped, and asked strangely: "The second choice is obviously wrong, why give me the choice?"

"Because I want to use you as my bait..."

At this moment, Aaron laughed like a devil.

Chapter 251 Coffee Divination

"Bait?"

William wondered.

"Didn't you find out? In fact, your family is a Extraordinary family. It originated from the inheritance of an ancient family, and you are its descendant."