"No, we don't..." Before Klein could finish his rebuttal, Benson interrupted with a smile: "Although Elizabeth is indeed a bit younger, and her family situation is much better than ours, I think you two would be a good match. But you might have to wait a few more years. She's currently attending a public school and her goal is to enter university. Getting married will be at least six or seven years later. Of course, you can get engaged first." ... You guys shouldn't think so far ahead, okay... Klein took a deep breath and said:
"I don't like Elizabeth. Well, to be precise, I don't like girls who are much younger than me. I prefer someone a bit more mature."
Actually, within a reasonable range, I can accept it, but not now... He helplessly added in his mind.
"More mature?" Melissa frowned slightly and said, "Then you must solve the marriage problem as soon as possible."
Ah? Klein really couldn't understand his sister's rapid train of thought. He asked blankly:
"Why?"
Melissa explained very seriously: "When you have saved enough money for your future marriage, you'll be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Girls who are more mature than you at that age, either have already gotten married or have already been engaged. Do you really want to pursue a widow?"
What a mess... Klein replied blankly in his mind in Chinese.
Benson laughed and refuted his sister:
"Melissa, you don't understand. In today's middle-class society, it's not uncommon for women who haven't married or engaged by the age of thirty. They are mostly followers of goddesses, and most of them have the ability to make their lives comfortable. They would rather remain single than accept an unsatisfactory marriage. Well, I read about it in the 'Family' magazine."
"Really?" Melissa, after all, was just a sixteen-year-old girl and knew very little about such things.
Seeing that the conversation between her brother and sister became more and more interesting, Klein cleared his throat and said:
"The more mature, I mean, refers to the mental state, not necessarily having to be older than me. Moreover, it's Benson who should be more worried about the marriage issue."
Sorry, brother. I had no choice... He silently said to himself. "..." Melissa paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
Benson suddenly shivered and looked at his sister who was staring at him, saying:
"I am at a turning point in my life. I must devote all my energy to studying. When I have a satisfactory job and some savings, I will have the confidence to pursue the lady I like and give her a wonderful life."
Klein and Melissa were initially stunned, but then they both blurted out at the same time:
"You have a lady you like?"
Just as Benson was casually making a comment, he was suddenly startled and hurriedly shook his head:
"No!"
"I was just giving an example!" ......
In the dim and gloomy house in Hillsington, District Beckland.
In front of the unlit fireplace, an elderly man with white hair was sitting in a rocking chair, holding a dark-colored pipe, his gaze deep and penetratingly fixed on the visitors in the sofa area.
He was the owner here, Ashinger Stanton, a very famous private detective in the small circle, but he didn't have a business office. He just hired an assistant to help him.
Ashinger, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, placed the pipe to his lips, took a deep inhalation and slowly exhaled, saying:
"The consultation fee for half an hour is one pound. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't waste a single second."
The two ladies in the sofa area were Fors Wall and Hugh Diercha. They had collected information about "Hurricane Man" Zilingerus and planned to ask the master of interpretation skills to help summarize the target's behavioral patterns.
Of course, they had hidden Zilingerus' name and changed the descriptions involving extraordinary elements.
Looking at the thin-faced, angular, and with dark eyes that were slightly dimmed Ashinger, Hugh Diercha handed the file bag to the assistant of the other party, a young man with brown hair and glasses with gold rims, with a dry and business-like demeanor.
"Detective sir, I hope you can find the behavioral patterns of the target in Beckland from the materials."
Although he was not tall, when Hugh Diercha sat upright and spoke in a low voice, that kind of authority still made people involuntarily want to obey.
Ashinger looked at her deeply, took the file bag from the assistant, untied the knot and pulled out the materials inside.
He put down the pipe and concentrated on reading, one page after another, without missing any.
After about ten minutes, this elderly gentleman with white hair slowly tapped the armrests:
"The target has a fanatical love for the wind... Then, in the 'City of Dust' Beckland, he definitely won't choose a polluted area to live for a long time. That is to say, he might live in Queens, West, Hillsington, Jowood, or the outer area of the North... "
"The target is a serial killer with mental illness, murdering a human being every other day... The reasonable approach is to target the homeless vagrants in Beckland. In Beckland, even the police don't know exactly how many homeless vagrants there are..."
"The target's living area is not too close or too far from the areas with a large number of homeless people, such as the East District, Beckland Bridge, etc. Not looking for victims frequently is an immature behavior. This is inconsistent with your description... If it takes a long time to find the person you want to murder, the target may not be able to control his desires and commit a crime in an easily exposed situation..."
"The target is a seasoned sailor, with extremely outstanding water activity ability... A reasonable inference is that his place of residence is not too far from the river. In case of an accident, that would be his best choice for safe escape..." ...
"Based on the above, we can delineate the target's activity area. He lives not far from the Beckland Bridge area. Consider the Tassoque River banks in the West District and the Jowood District..." ...
"The information you provided can only lead to these conclusions."
Although I didn't quite understand it, it seemed quite reasonable... Hugh and Fors looked at each other, nodded vigorously, took back the documents, and got up to leave.
Looking at the backs of the two ladies as they were being escorted out by the assistant, the grizzled Ashinger took out a brass ornament from his waistcoat pocket. It was a small, open book with a vertical eye in the center.
Ashinger slightly rocked the rocking chair, stroked the ornament, and murmured to himself in a low voice:
"Zilinger has infiltrated Beckland?" ......
In an underground room of Priz Port...
"Man in the Moon" Alger was sitting on a chair, looking coldly at the writhing man in front of him.
This man was dressed as a sailor, his head completely covered by a pale blue film. His face was flushed red as if about to burst.
His hands were constantly scratching and pulling at his face, but could only shed a few drops of liquid.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and gave a sign of submission.
Alger's lips curled up, casually patting his palm.
The pale blue film immediately disintegrated, turning into raindrops and falling to the ground.
The man dressed as a sailor took deep breaths, breathing so hard that he coughed violently, coughing until his heart was torn apart and his lungs were shattered.
When the other person calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly and imitated the calm and indifferent tone of the fool, saying:
"Tell me, what was Zilinger's purpose in going to Beckland?"
"He, he was doing it to fulfill a commission, but I don't know exactly what it was." The pirate completely lost the will to resist and answered honestly and straightforwardly, "I only know the benefits he might get. Zilinger once proudly mentioned in front of us that if this thing goes smoothly, he will get the item he has dreamed of for a long time, and the 'Four Kings' in the pirates' world will become 'Five Kings'."
An item he has dreamed of for a long time? Alger frowned and fell into deep thought. ......
On Monday morning, Klein still didn't have any rest and continued to investigate the houses with red chimneys in the town of Tingen according to the plan.
Unfortunately, this time, he still failed to find the target.
He returned home at noon, heated up the leftovers from the previous night, ate a piece of oat bread, and then took a one-hour nap.
At 2:40, Klein put down the book in his hand, sealed his bedroom with a spiritual seal, and once again entered the mysterious space above the gray fog.
He casually sat at the head of the bronze long table, without caring about the frequency of "Sun's" heartbeat, extended his right hand, and gave a response in advance.
In the City of Silver.
Derrick Berg was sweating on the practice field, suddenly feeling dazed and seeing thick gray fog, and seeing the "Idiot" sitting on the high-backed chair deep in the fog.
He was stunned for a moment, then stopped his movements, lowered his head.
When the "illusion" disappeared, he silently counted his own heartbeat, took the silver straight sword, and walked quickly towards the rest area.
After a thousand heartbeats, he had locked himself in a separate bathroom.
After waiting for another dozen breaths, he saw the deep red light pouring from the void and immediately submerged himself in it.
Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back against the chair back, lightly tapped his left teeth twice, and quietly opened his spiritual vision.
He saw the mottled colors deep inside "Sun's" etheric body becoming pure, like the dawn, and then smiled and said:
"Congratulations, Mr. Praiseer."
At the same time, he also noticed that the brilliant stars behind the high-backed chair of the other person moved rapidly, reassembling into the symbol of the sun.
Without my thought, it naturally changed, just like a reflex... Well, except for the palace, the long table and the chair, other manifested things couldn't be preserved after I left here... They are very special... The secrets above the gray fog are really many... Klein thoughtfully looked at everything in front of him.
Derrick lowered his head again, replied with a restrained and humble tone:
"This all stems from your help, and this is just the beginning."
He wasn't surprised that the other person could see that he had taken the potion.
At this time, Klein took out the silver pocket watch, turned it on and looked at it, smiled lightly:
"Then let's start the party, remember, it will probably be at this frequency again, um, or the interval."
While speaking, he established a connection with the deep red stars symbolizing "Justice" and "The Hangman", pulling the two members back into the magnificent palace like a giant's abode.
Audrey just saw the scene in front of her clearly and immediately greeted in a cheerful tone:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Idiot, I have a page of Emperor Rosel's diary here."
"Good afternoon, Sun Sir, have you got the 'Mind Reader' formula?"