"Please come in." A slightly green voice came out.

Emlyn adjusted his neckline, pushed the door open and entered, and found that the scene inside was different from what he had expected.

When he thought about it, since it was a poker room, there must be a bunch of people around the long table, playing Texas Hold'em and other events. Who knew there were seven or eight people, but no poker appeared, and a blank sheet of paper was placed in front of each participant. , I don�t know what to record in a mess, except for these, there are only pens and multi-sided dice on the table.

Emlyn intuitively set his sights on the youngest among them. It was a handsome boy with bright red eyes, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Ian?" Emlyn asked in confirmation.

Ian nodded and smiled: "Yes, sir, do you have anything to do? Or do you want to join our game?"

"Game?" Emlyn asked instinctively.

Ian chuckled and said: "Yes, games, I don't like playing cards, and I don't like billiards, but I have to find something to do when I stay here every day. I found inspiration from the biography of Emperor Roselle, that is Organize a few people, sit together, and try out the adventure on paper.

"In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private eye who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who likes to whim. home, and then go to an ancient castle together, find stories hidden in history, and fight various monsters."

"Sounds interesting." Emlyn inexplicably felt that such a game was very suitable for him.

"Haha, do you want to participate? We are involved in a conspiracy this time, and we will face a powerful ancient vampire. He seems to have a handsome face, but his skin is full of pus bubbles from the burning blood." Ian warmly invited.

Bloodline, thank you! Emlyn's face twitched invisibly, and he said directly: "I have something to entrust to you."

"Okay... let's go to the next room." Ian stood up with his bowler hat and old satchel.

Next door is the billiards room, and no one is in there. The big boy with skillful movements closed the door, checked around, then looked at Emlyn and said, "Sir, I don't know you, I don't know who introduced you of?"

Emlyn raised his chin slightly and said with a smile, "Sherlock Moriarty."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced left and right, raised his hand and pinched his nose.

"It turned out to be Detective Moriarty." Ian breathed a sigh of relief without concealing it. "Then I'm relieved. By the way, didn't he go to Disey Bay for vacation? When did he come back?"

Emlyn put down his right hand and said with an unchanged expression: "He hasn't come back, I went to look for him at the place he rented.

"Frankly, normal vacations should end in mid-to-late January, and now it's April."

"Did something happen to him?" Ian asked with some concern.

Emlyn thought about the ability and mystery displayed by Sherlock Moriarty, shook his head and said, "Perhaps he was just involved in a complicated case."

Ian didn't say any more, but instead asked, "What should I call you? What commission do you have?"

"You can just call me Mr. White." Emlyn took out a piece of paper similar to a wanted warrant, "Help me find these five people."

Ian took it, looked it over carefully for a while, and said, "A valid clue costs 20 pounds, and a confirmed location costs 150 pounds. Is it acceptable?"

"No problem." Emlyn felt that the price was simply too cheap.

Compared with this, his asking price at the Tarot Club seemed too exaggerated.

Ian folded the papers and finally asked, "Mr. White, if there is a clue, where should I find you?"

"The Harvest Church in the south area of ??the bridge." Emlyn had already thought of the answer.

Hearing this, Ian looked at him in surprise and said, "Are you a believer in the 'Mother Earth'? This is rare in Backlund."

"No!" Emlyn shook his head resolutely, "I'm just doing volunteer work there." JrNovels.com