I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

"monster..."

　　 In the luxurious carriage pulled by four horses, Sifa remembered what Kyle had said.

　　‘Gregor is a magical creature in the way of monsters, Rudolph, that’s my friend. When he prepared the first potion for himself, due to some accident, he was drunk by the parrot...’

　　 Xifa looked at the window, the street had come to the end, and then turned to the right, it was the Violet Hotel.

"I know that the sequence 8 of the monster path is the machine, the sequence 7 is the lucky one, and the sequence 6 is the scourge priest. That comes from the information provided by the watcher. In this case, if I want to help that parrot, no, help Grego get promoted. There is also a direction to follow."

　　 "But now, I should focus on my own promotion. As for Gregor, I will talk about it later."

　　 The carriage turned across the street, which made Sifa see that Detective Robin appeared from the front street. Obviously he was going to the hotel to find himself, but he saw that Robin suddenly turned into an alley. But soon, the detective appeared again.

　　 The corners of Sifa’s mouth rose slightly. It seems that our detective is very careful. Is this conducting counter-reconnaissance to prevent being followed by someone?

　　 The carriage stopped, Xifa got out of the carriage and saw Robin coming quickly.

　　 He gestured to the detective and asked him to enter the hotel with him. Then Xifa didn't stop waiting, and walked into the hotel first.

　　 Inside the door, he saw Robin couldn't get in and walked quickly to the other side.

　　Sifah guessed that the detective estimated that he would have to go around and come back again, smiled and commented: "Be cautious enough, you deserve to be a private detective."

　　 Not long after returning to the room, Robin came as soon as Sifa took off his coat.

　　 "Go, let's talk inside. Matthew, two cups of Marquis tea."

　　 Sifa took him to his bedroom and looked at Gregor the parrot. The latter actually understood the meaning of Sifa, and croaked a few times, making himself look like an ordinary parrot.

　　 After Matthew brought the black tea, he closed the door for them, Xifa leaned back in his chair, smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Robin has already gained something."

　　 Robin smiled and said, "It's a little bit, so I want to make a progress report with Mr. Sifa."

　　 Xifa held up the tea cup: "Please have tea."

"thanks."

　　 Robin sighed gently towards the mouth of the cup, sipped a sip of fragrant tea, moistened his throat, and took out a notepad from the inner pocket of his jacket, opened it, and started talking while reading it.

　　 "In the past few days, I conducted a preliminary investigation of Mr. Randy and learned some basic information about him."

　　 "He is 35 years old this year. After his wife died of illness two years ago, he has never married and raised his son Daniel by himself."

"He works in the equestrian club in Halls Street. He is an auditor and has extensive work experience. He has been working in the club for more than three years. Apart from the fault, he can be called a gentle gentleman."

　　 Robin paused, gave a dry cough, first glanced at Sifa, and then continued.

　　 "Mr. Randy and Jenny, a female auditor, have a super-friendship relationship. They date secretly, sometimes even in the office..."

　　 "Moreover, this Ms. Jenny is married. The audit department and even the club staff know this to some extent, so their relationship is in a semi-transparent state."

　　 "But no one accuses them of this, and more pretends not to know it, so as not to be embarrassed."

　　 Well, I already know about it, and Randy told me about it himself. Xifa held the teacup and said, "Are there any more?"

Robin nodded and turned a page: "I also investigated Mr. Randy’s government affairs. This gentleman’s salary at the club is £3 a week. In addition, he also handles small companies that don’t have financial staff. Some audit work, of course, these private activities will not have a fixed income."

　　 "However, I have calculated it. With these personal incomes, Mr. Randy, on average, earns £4 a week."

　　 "In Tingen, and even in the country. A weekly salary of 4 pounds can already make a family live a little more decently, especially since Mr. Randy has only one son and his expenses are greatly reduced. Therefore, he can live a very good life."

　　 "I have checked that he has no debts and no bank loans. His financial situation is very good, and it does not look like bankruptcy."

　　 "And I also found out that he suddenly resigned to the club two weeks ago. Moreover, he commissioned a housing company to find a new place for him, and he seemed to be moving."

　　 Xifa made a ‘oh’ and leaned forward slightly: "You mean, Randy is going to resign from the club and is also going to move?"

Robin nodded: "Yes, this is very strange to me. Mr. Randy has no reason to do this. Although he can get a decent job after leaving the club, it may not be easier than the club. "

　　 "In addition, his current rental contract has not yet expired. If he moves out, he still has to pay a liquidated damages, although he can also afford it..."

　　 Xifa lightly moved the table with his fingers: "Continue to investigate, focusing on the resignation of Mr. Randy. This incident may be related to his suicide."

　　 "However, you still have to pay attention to safety issues, do not enter the club, you can take care of the rest."

　　 As he said, Sefa opened his wallet and drew out a piece of banknotes from it until they made up to 20 pounds.

　　 "In addition, I will give you an address, next time you can send the report by mail."

　　 "Here, this is your salary for your work during this period."

　　 He smiled and pushed the money towards the detective.

　　 Robin happily put away the money: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Sifa, I believe I will have new news for you soon."

"I'm looking forward to ~www.readwn.com~ After Xifa wrote down the address of the security layer, he called Matthew and asked the male servant to send the detective away. After the door was closed, Gregor in the birdcage flapped his wings and said : "Are you playing a detective game? Rudolph often plays this kind of game with me, oh, Rudolph is my owner, a rude, unimaginative, uninteresting guy. "

　　 "Oh, who of you plays the detective, is it Gregor or Rudolph?" Sifa asked with interest.

　　 "It's Rudolph, and I'm an assistant." Gregory the Parrot was taken aback, then flapped his wings to look at Sifa, "How do you know my name?"

　　 "Did you see Rudolph?"

　　 Xifa sighed slightly: "I didn't see him, but I know that he is dead. Don't be too sad, Gregor, I will be your owner from now on."

　　 The parrot tilted his head: "Sad? Why should I be sad?"

　　 Then it flapped its wings and shouted: "I'm so happy, no, I still have a little regret. He should have died under my dragon's breath, it's a pity, it's a pity."

　　 Xifa said in surprise, "Didn’t you say that you were sad in the morning, and I saw you crying. Didn’t you feel that Rudolph was dead, that’s why you had these reactions?"

　　 Gregor glanced at him, raised his head, and spit out two words from his mouth that made Sifa want to strangle him: "Idiot!"

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