I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

　　 In order to avoid the next large-scale social death scene, Xifa coughed and looked at the profiler who was holding up the collection of poems again: "Mr. Warren, can I have a few words with Rachel?"

　　 Putting down the collection of poems, the seemingly shy young man actually asked: "Mr. Sifa, what are you talking about, I can't hear, I can't hear a word."

Okay, I know. Classmate Warren, you are very good, rightly pretending to be deaf?

　　 Knowing that Warren will not leave, Sifa had to give up and say, "You don't have to thank me for anything."

　　Rachel said excitedly: "No, it was Master Xifa that you saved me. Unfortunately, under the circumstances, I never had the opportunity to thank you."

　　 "Now I can finally see you, Master again, I must say something to you, thank you!"

　　 This young, but already a mother, holding her belly, her eyes softly: "If it weren't for you, Master, I'm afraid it would be difficult to save this child."

　　 "But I really didn't expect that the young master would take so many infamy for me, an unclean man who lost his loyalty before marriage."

　　 "The young master loves me so much and protects me, but I can't do anything for the young master. I can only pray to the goddess of the night every day, and pray that you can get the protection of the goddess, and you will be safe from disasters and disasters."

and many more.

　　 Hearing what you said, didn’t the original owner have a relationship with you?

　　 Xifa was surprised at what kind of person the original owner was. In order to protect the maid who lost his virginity before marriage, he would rather bear the infamy himself than be misunderstood by others.

　　 Could it be that his nonsense was also deliberate?

　　 Is he missing a string in his brain, or is he trying to hide some secret?

　　 Reminiscing that the original owner also had the identity of a bounty hunter, Xifa felt that the latter should be the majority.

　　 "By the way, master, what happened to that? Is there a result?" the former maid sitting in the chair asked again.

　　 Xifa, who didn’t know anything at all, had to say: "Which one do you mean?"

　　Rachel rubbed her stomach lightly and said, "Of course it was the thing you asked the Leeds detective to investigate. Don't you often say, is that important to you?"

　　 Detective Leeds? I don't know this person at all, and I don't know what the original owner asked him to investigate...

He glanced at Warren sitting by the door. Although he was holding a collection of poems, he clearly separated his attention from his side. In order to avoid letting the profiler find out, Xifa had to say: "You mean this. Ah, it's a pity that I haven't met Detective Leeds yet, and it seems that his investigation has not yet come to fruition."

　　 "Really, I really hope that Mr. Detective will come back soon, and I hope the young master will know the result soon."

　　 Warren over there took out a pocket watch and pointed his finger to remind Sifa to pay attention to the time.

　　 Xifa coughed dryly, got up and said, "Sorry, Rachel. I have something else..."

　　 "Ah, I forgot, Master, you have to attend the press conference tonight." The former maid got up quickly: "Then I won't bother you."

　　 "Where do you live, I'll let someone take you back." Saifa said with grace.

　　Rachel shook his head: "No, my father is outside. I am very happy to see the young master again tonight."

　　 "Master, you have to take care."

　　 Xifa smiled and nodded: "So do you, if you have any difficulties, write to me."

　　 After sending away the former maid, Xifa was really relieved. If the child in Rachel’s belly is his, then he really doesn’t know whether he has made a profit or lost, whether he will accept it or not.

　　 There is no such annoyance at all now.

　　 Then just wait for the prisoner to appear.

　　 Time passed bit by bit, but until a police officer came to remind Sifa that he should have attended the press conference, the prisoner did not show up.

　　 The press conference ended in a blink of an eye. In the venue, accompanied by Warren, Sifa met the red-haired lady Martha.

　　 "It seems that the prisoner did not take the bait. Fortunately, we have a backup plan."

　　 The lady opened her collar and allowed her deep career line to be exposed to the air. She pulled on this unfit uniform with a little annoyance, and continued.

　　 "The captain and Jeffrey have rushed to prepare. I hope the plan can proceed smoothly."

　　The profiler with slightly curly hair whispered: "Next we must separate, Mr. Sifa, please be careful."

　　Sifah first said: "I will."

　　 He patted the revolver hidden under his suit, smiled slightly, and left the police station.

　　 He boarded the family's two-wheeled cabriolet, driven by another horseman, and returned to his mansion on the Golden Champagne Avenue.

　　 Sitting on the carriage, Xifa recalled how he discussed the plan with several inspectors.

　　 Actually, they also imagined such a result.

　　 So I also prepared a backup plan, and now, this backup plan has also been activated.

　　The question is whether the fish will take the bait.

　　 When the carriage passed by the memorial square, Sifa's inspiration suddenly touched, and he almost turned his head to look at the southwest side of the square.

　　 But he restrained this impulse in time, relaxed his body, leaned against the back of his chair, and hummed a folk song that was widely circulated in the town.

　　 Just now, Xifa felt the feeling of being watched, and felt the strong malice and hatred in that gaze.

　　 Sure enough, after hearing the false news spread by Lewis and the others, the prisoner still came.

　　 It's just that there are too many people in the venue, he didn't show up, but he still focused on himself.

　　 This shows that he will not let go.

　　 If everything goes well, he should follow him home, but he will not know that the seemingly peaceful Baron’s Mansion has actually been ambushing two police officers, Lewis and Jeffrey.

　　 Coupled with Martha and Warren who will be over here later, as long as the prisoner shows up, it is destined to be difficult to fly!

　　 Even if they can't take the initiative to expose their strength ~www.readwn.com~, Sefa is always acting as a ‘hunter’, arranging some cryptic traps.

　　The backup plan is undoubtedly one of them.

　　 The town of Enqi is not big, and it didn’t take long for the carriage to reach the Golden Champagne Avenue. The streets here are wide, but there are few pedestrians on the road, and now there is no single person.

　　Because of the several families living in this street, they basically received the mayor’s invitation tonight, and they are not at home now.

　　 When entering the street, and the villa of the Baron’s Mansion was already faintly visible, Sifa suddenly heard a horse hissing from behind and the sound of wheels turning fast.

　　 When he turned his head, he saw a carriage carriage coming from nowhere. The two carriage horses seemed to be frightened, neighing all the way, pulling the carriage galloping in.

　　 Even when I saw Xifa’s open carriage, the coachman didn’t seem to go around or slow down. Instead, he used the whip to beat the horses harder and let them slam past them straight.

　　 For an instant, Sifa saw the coachman.

　　 He was wearing a tattered dark cloak, his hair was messy, his face was thin, and his eyes were crazy. When the carriage bumped, the cloak on his body lifted a corner, exposing the thin bronze skin underneath, as well as the cyan tattoo extending from the back to the ventral side!

　　Sifah’s pupils dilated slightly.

　　 The prisoner appeared, but he has not yet arrived home.

　　 Lewis and they are not around!

　　 Shadow Boxing Gloves have never been carried on him either!

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