No, we don't... Before Crane's rebuttal was enough to finish, Benson interrupted with a smile: Although Elizabeth is indeed a little younger, and although her family situation is much better than ours, I think you are quite suitable, but you may have to wait a few years. She is in public school and her goal is to get into college. Marriage will happen at least six or seven years later. Of course, you can get engaged first.
...Don't think about it for so long, okay... Klein took a breath and said:
I don't like Elizabeth, well, to put it accurately, I don't like girls who are much younger than me, I like those who are a little more mature.
In fact, I can accept it within a reasonable range, but not now... the huge forest has not been found yet, and he added helplessly in his heart.
Like a more mature one?Melissa frowned slightly and said, "You must resolve the marriage problem as soon as possible."
Ah?Klein really couldn't understand his sister's jumping thoughts, so he asked in a daze:
Why?
Melissa explained very seriously: When you save enough money for your future marriage, you are almost twenty-five or twenty-six years old. A girl who is a little more mature than you is either married or engaged early. Do you want to pursue a widow?
What are these and what are Ah... Klein replied in Chinese in his heart with a dull face.
Benson retorted his sister with a smile:
Melissa, you don’t understand that in today’s middle class, it is not uncommon for ladies who are not married or engaged at the age of thirty. They are mainly believers of goddesses, and most of them have the ability to make themselves live well. They would rather be single than accept an unsatisfied marriage. Well, I saw it in Family magazine.
Yeah?Melissa is just a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and she doesn't know much about similar things.
Seeing that the more my brother and sister chatted, Klein coughed:
What I mean by being mature is that it means mental state. It is not necessary to be older than me, and it is Benson who should be more concerned about marriage issues.
Sorry, brother, I had no choice but to... He apologized silently in his heart.
... Melissa was stunned for a moment, then focused on her head, Yes!
I originally wanted to talk about the middle-class marriage issue in detail, but Benson suddenly shivered and looked at his sister who was staring at him and said:
I am at a turning point in my life and must devote all my energy to studying. Only when I have a satisfactory job and a certain amount of savings can I have the confidence to pursue the lady I like and give her a beautiful life.
Klein and Melissa were stunned at first, and then blurted out:
Do you have a lady you like?
Benson, who was just casual and perfunctory, was shocked and shook his head in a hurry:
No!
I'm just giving an example!
…………
Beckland, Hilston District, inside a slightly dark and dull house.
In front of the fireplace without ignition, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray temples sat on a rocking chair holding a dark pipe, looking at the visitors in the sofa area with a deep eyes.
He is the owner of this place, Aisinger Stanton, a very famous private detective in the small circle, but he did not open a firm, but just hired an assistant to help.
Aisinger, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, put his pipe to his mouth, took a breath intoxicatedly and slowly exhaled:
The half-hour consultation fee is 1 pound. If I were you, I would definitely not waste a second.
The two ladies in the sofa area were Forthwall and Hudilcha. They collected information from Lieutenant General Zillingers and planned to ask the detective who is good at deduction to help summarize the behavioral rules of the target.
Of course, they hid Zillingers' name and changed the description of what was involved in extraordinary content.
Looking at Aisinger, who was thin, with clear edges and dark blue eyes, Hudilcha handed the file bag in his hand to the other party's assistant, a brunette young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and capable temperament.
Mr. Detective, I hope you can find out the behavioral rules of the target in Beckland from the information.
Although he was not tall, when Hudilcha sat upright and spoke in a deep voice, the majesty still made people want to obey.
Aisinger glanced at her deeply, took the file bag from his assistant, unwrapped it, and pulled out the information inside.
He put down his pipe and focused on reading, one by one, without missing out.
More than ten minutes later, the grey gentleman slowly tapped the armrest and said:
The target has a paranoid love for the wind... Then, in the ‘Dust Capital’ Bakerland, he certainly would not choose a heavily polluted area to live for a long time, that is, he might live in Queens, West, Hillston, Joewood, or the suburbs of the North...
The goal is a serial killer with mental illness, and every other day, he will murder a living person... It is reasonable to target those homeless vagabonds. In Beckland, even the police cannot figure out how many vagabonds there are...
The area where the target lives is not too close to or far away from places such as the East District, Beckland Bridge, where there are many homeless people... Frequent searches for victims around is a manifestation of immaturity, which is inconsistent with your description... And if it takes a long time to find the object to be murdered, the target may not be able to control his desires and commit crimes when it is easily exposed...
The goal is a senior sailor with outstanding water movement ability... A reasonable inference is that the place he lives will not be too far from the river. If an accident occurs, it will be his best choice for safe escape...
……
To sum up, we can outline the scope of activity of the target, who lives not far from the Beckland Bridge area, considering the banks of the Tassock River in the West and Joewood District…
……
The information you give can only infer these contents.
Although I didn't understand it very clearly, it seemed to make sense... Xiu and Forsi looked at each other, Zheng focused on his head, took back the information, and stood up to say goodbye.
Looking at the backs of the assistant who sent the two ladies out, Aisinger, with gray temples, took out a brass jewelry from his vest pocket. It was a pocket-sized, spread out book with a vertical eye in the center.
Aisinger shook his chair slightly, rubbing the ornaments while whispering to himself:
Did Zillingers sneak into Beckland?
…………
Pulitz Harbour, in a basement.
Hanging man Alger sat in a chair and looked coldly at the man squirming and struggling in front of him.
The man dressed as a sailor, his head was completely wrapped in a light blue water film, and his face was purple and red.
His hands kept grabbing and pulling on his face, but he could only throw out a drop of liquid.
Finally, he couldn't bear it and gave a signal of surrender.
Alger curled up his lips and slapped his palm casually.
The light blue water film immediately disintegrated, turned into raindrops, and fell to the ground.
The man dressed in a sailor gasped and coughed violently until his heart shattered and his lungs were broken.
When the other party calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly, imitating the calm and indifferent tone of the fool:
Tell me about the purpose of Zillingers going to Beckland.
He, he is trying to complete a commission, but I don’t know what it is.The pirate completely lost his will to resist and replied honestly and frankly, "I only know the benefits he may have gained. Zillingus once proudly mentioned in front of us that if things go well this time, he will get an item he dreamed of for a long time, and the "Four Kings" among the pirates will also become the "Five Kings".
An item that I dreamed of for a long time?Alger frowned and fell into deep thought.
…………
On Monday morning, Klein still couldn't rest and continued to investigate houses with red chimneys in Tingen as planned.
Unfortunately, this time, he still failed to find the target.
He returned home at noon, heated up last night's leftovers, ate a piece of Yàn wheat bread, and then made up his sleep for an hour.
At 2:40, Klein put down the books in his hand, sealed the bedroom with his spirituality, and entered the mysterious space above the gray fog again.
He sat casually on the head of the bronze table, ignoring the frequency of the sun's heartbeat, stretched out his right hand and responded in advance.
Inside the city of silver.
Derickberg was sweating on the practice field, and suddenly he was in a daze in front of him. He saw a lot of gray fog and a fool sitting upright on a high-back chair in the depths of the gray fog.
He was stunned at first, then stopped moving and lowered his head.
When the hallucination disappeared, he silently counted his heartbeat, held the silver-white straight sword, and walked quickly towards the rest area.
After a thousand heartbeats, he had locked himself in a separate bathroom.
After waiting for more than a dozen breaths, he saw a deep red light coming from the void and drowning himself in an instant.
Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, tapped his teeth on his left twice, and quietly turned on his spiritual vision.
He saw that deep in the etheric body of the sun, the mottled color became pure, like the dawn, so he smiled and said:
Congratulations to you, Mr. Singer.
At the same time, he also found that the bright stars behind the other party's high-back chair were moving quickly, reorganizing into symbols that symbolize the sun.
It changed naturally without my thoughts, just like conditioned reflexes... Well, except for palaces, long tables and chairs, other things that appear cannot be preserved after I leave here... They are very special... There are so many secrets on this gray fog... Klein looked at everything in front of him thoughtfully.
Derrick lowered his head again and replied introverted and humblely:
It all comes from your help, it's just the beginning.
He was not surprised that the fool could see that he had taken the potion.
At this time, Klein took out his silver pocket watch, pressed it and looked at it, and chuckled:
Then let’s start the party, remember, it’s probably this frequency, um, or interval afterwards.
While speaking, he established a connection with the crimson stars symbolizing justice and the Hanging Man, pulling the two members back into the magnificent palace like the giant's residence.
As soon as Audrey saw the scene in front of her, she immediately greeted her in a light tone:
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, I have a page of the diary of Emperor Rossell.
Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, have you got the recipe for ‘Mind Reader’?
...Don't think about it for so long, okay... Klein took a breath and said:
I don't like Elizabeth, well, to put it accurately, I don't like girls who are much younger than me, I like those who are a little more mature.
In fact, I can accept it within a reasonable range, but not now... the huge forest has not been found yet, and he added helplessly in his heart.
Like a more mature one?Melissa frowned slightly and said, "You must resolve the marriage problem as soon as possible."
Ah?Klein really couldn't understand his sister's jumping thoughts, so he asked in a daze:
Why?
Melissa explained very seriously: When you save enough money for your future marriage, you are almost twenty-five or twenty-six years old. A girl who is a little more mature than you is either married or engaged early. Do you want to pursue a widow?
What are these and what are Ah... Klein replied in Chinese in his heart with a dull face.
Benson retorted his sister with a smile:
Melissa, you don’t understand that in today’s middle class, it is not uncommon for ladies who are not married or engaged at the age of thirty. They are mainly believers of goddesses, and most of them have the ability to make themselves live well. They would rather be single than accept an unsatisfied marriage. Well, I saw it in Family magazine.
Yeah?Melissa is just a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and she doesn't know much about similar things.
Seeing that the more my brother and sister chatted, Klein coughed:
What I mean by being mature is that it means mental state. It is not necessary to be older than me, and it is Benson who should be more concerned about marriage issues.
Sorry, brother, I had no choice but to... He apologized silently in his heart.
... Melissa was stunned for a moment, then focused on her head, Yes!
I originally wanted to talk about the middle-class marriage issue in detail, but Benson suddenly shivered and looked at his sister who was staring at him and said:
I am at a turning point in my life and must devote all my energy to studying. Only when I have a satisfactory job and a certain amount of savings can I have the confidence to pursue the lady I like and give her a beautiful life.
Klein and Melissa were stunned at first, and then blurted out:
Do you have a lady you like?
Benson, who was just casual and perfunctory, was shocked and shook his head in a hurry:
No!
I'm just giving an example!
…………
Beckland, Hilston District, inside a slightly dark and dull house.
In front of the fireplace without ignition, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray temples sat on a rocking chair holding a dark pipe, looking at the visitors in the sofa area with a deep eyes.
He is the owner of this place, Aisinger Stanton, a very famous private detective in the small circle, but he did not open a firm, but just hired an assistant to help.
Aisinger, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, put his pipe to his mouth, took a breath intoxicatedly and slowly exhaled:
The half-hour consultation fee is 1 pound. If I were you, I would definitely not waste a second.
The two ladies in the sofa area were Forthwall and Hudilcha. They collected information from Lieutenant General Zillingers and planned to ask the detective who is good at deduction to help summarize the behavioral rules of the target.
Of course, they hid Zillingers' name and changed the description of what was involved in extraordinary content.
Looking at Aisinger, who was thin, with clear edges and dark blue eyes, Hudilcha handed the file bag in his hand to the other party's assistant, a brunette young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and capable temperament.
Mr. Detective, I hope you can find out the behavioral rules of the target in Beckland from the information.
Although he was not tall, when Hudilcha sat upright and spoke in a deep voice, the majesty still made people want to obey.
Aisinger glanced at her deeply, took the file bag from his assistant, unwrapped it, and pulled out the information inside.
He put down his pipe and focused on reading, one by one, without missing out.
More than ten minutes later, the grey gentleman slowly tapped the armrest and said:
The target has a paranoid love for the wind... Then, in the ‘Dust Capital’ Bakerland, he certainly would not choose a heavily polluted area to live for a long time, that is, he might live in Queens, West, Hillston, Joewood, or the suburbs of the North...
The goal is a serial killer with mental illness, and every other day, he will murder a living person... It is reasonable to target those homeless vagabonds. In Beckland, even the police cannot figure out how many vagabonds there are...
The area where the target lives is not too close to or far away from places such as the East District, Beckland Bridge, where there are many homeless people... Frequent searches for victims around is a manifestation of immaturity, which is inconsistent with your description... And if it takes a long time to find the object to be murdered, the target may not be able to control his desires and commit crimes when it is easily exposed...
The goal is a senior sailor with outstanding water movement ability... A reasonable inference is that the place he lives will not be too far from the river. If an accident occurs, it will be his best choice for safe escape...
……
To sum up, we can outline the scope of activity of the target, who lives not far from the Beckland Bridge area, considering the banks of the Tassock River in the West and Joewood District…
……
The information you give can only infer these contents.
Although I didn't understand it very clearly, it seemed to make sense... Xiu and Forsi looked at each other, Zheng focused on his head, took back the information, and stood up to say goodbye.
Looking at the backs of the assistant who sent the two ladies out, Aisinger, with gray temples, took out a brass jewelry from his vest pocket. It was a pocket-sized, spread out book with a vertical eye in the center.
Aisinger shook his chair slightly, rubbing the ornaments while whispering to himself:
Did Zillingers sneak into Beckland?
…………
Pulitz Harbour, in a basement.
Hanging man Alger sat in a chair and looked coldly at the man squirming and struggling in front of him.
The man dressed as a sailor, his head was completely wrapped in a light blue water film, and his face was purple and red.
His hands kept grabbing and pulling on his face, but he could only throw out a drop of liquid.
Finally, he couldn't bear it and gave a signal of surrender.
Alger curled up his lips and slapped his palm casually.
The light blue water film immediately disintegrated, turned into raindrops, and fell to the ground.
The man dressed in a sailor gasped and coughed violently until his heart shattered and his lungs were broken.
When the other party calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly, imitating the calm and indifferent tone of the fool:
Tell me about the purpose of Zillingers going to Beckland.
He, he is trying to complete a commission, but I don’t know what it is.The pirate completely lost his will to resist and replied honestly and frankly, "I only know the benefits he may have gained. Zillingus once proudly mentioned in front of us that if things go well this time, he will get an item he dreamed of for a long time, and the "Four Kings" among the pirates will also become the "Five Kings".
An item that I dreamed of for a long time?Alger frowned and fell into deep thought.
…………
On Monday morning, Klein still couldn't rest and continued to investigate houses with red chimneys in Tingen as planned.
Unfortunately, this time, he still failed to find the target.
He returned home at noon, heated up last night's leftovers, ate a piece of Yàn wheat bread, and then made up his sleep for an hour.
At 2:40, Klein put down the books in his hand, sealed the bedroom with his spirituality, and entered the mysterious space above the gray fog again.
He sat casually on the head of the bronze table, ignoring the frequency of the sun's heartbeat, stretched out his right hand and responded in advance.
Inside the city of silver.
Derickberg was sweating on the practice field, and suddenly he was in a daze in front of him. He saw a lot of gray fog and a fool sitting upright on a high-back chair in the depths of the gray fog.
He was stunned at first, then stopped moving and lowered his head.
When the hallucination disappeared, he silently counted his heartbeat, held the silver-white straight sword, and walked quickly towards the rest area.
After a thousand heartbeats, he had locked himself in a separate bathroom.
After waiting for more than a dozen breaths, he saw a deep red light coming from the void and drowning himself in an instant.
Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, tapped his teeth on his left twice, and quietly turned on his spiritual vision.
He saw that deep in the etheric body of the sun, the mottled color became pure, like the dawn, so he smiled and said:
Congratulations to you, Mr. Singer.
At the same time, he also found that the bright stars behind the other party's high-back chair were moving quickly, reorganizing into symbols that symbolize the sun.
It changed naturally without my thoughts, just like conditioned reflexes... Well, except for palaces, long tables and chairs, other things that appear cannot be preserved after I leave here... They are very special... There are so many secrets on this gray fog... Klein looked at everything in front of him thoughtfully.
Derrick lowered his head again and replied introverted and humblely:
It all comes from your help, it's just the beginning.
He was not surprised that the fool could see that he had taken the potion.
At this time, Klein took out his silver pocket watch, pressed it and looked at it, and chuckled:
Then let’s start the party, remember, it’s probably this frequency, um, or interval afterwards.
While speaking, he established a connection with the crimson stars symbolizing justice and the Hanging Man, pulling the two members back into the magnificent palace like the giant's residence.
As soon as Audrey saw the scene in front of her, she immediately greeted her in a light tone:
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, I have a page of the diary of Emperor Rossell.
Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, have you got the recipe for ‘Mind Reader’?
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