Revival of the Mysterious: Tarot Cards, Starting with the Fortune Teller

Then Wilder looked at Belisa.

"Belissa, what did you find there?"

Just when Belisa turned her head and looked at them.

Everyone found out.

Belisa's eyes had lost their pupils.

The entire eyeball is pure white.

It looks a little oozing.

Belisa walked towards the crowd.

As he walked, his eyes began to gradually return to their normal shape.

Said with doubt.

"I can only peek at one special footprint. The other party is stronger than me and cannot peek into more information."

"This person came in through the gate, then went out through the gate, and then had no way of knowing the direction."

"Because there are so many professionals coming here, the footprints have been trampled into chaos."

Belisa, the secret voyeur.

Sequence 9 Peeping into the Secret Man.

You can ignore the energy level gap and peek at a hidden trace.

But it can only be used once on a person or object.

Moreover, the secret trace obtained is random and cannot be specified.

This ability cannot be said to be good or bad.

His defiance is such that even a god and a spy can see a hidden clue.

The downside is of course randomness.

If you're not lucky, you might just find a souvenir that the other person has hidden.

And this ability can only be used once by one person.

certainly.

If there was an organization that could create thousands of secret spies to investigate one person, it would be a very powerful existence.

One person peeks into a secret, no matter how many secrets there are, he can't hold it, this kind of crazy behavior.

Even the shit you poop can be investigated.

The Makenna City Special Affairs Bureau obviously does not have this ability.

Waltz wiped the beard from his face and said.

"Now it seems that the only person who committed this case is related to the Fire Cult."

"The murderer should be Sequence 7, or someone above Sequence 7. Am I right?"

Wilder and Grant nodded simultaneously.

at this time.

The police detective holding the wordless book came over.

"Sir Waltz, this list has been verified. It only contains the names of the deceased, and there are no redundant persons."

Waltz's face showed disappointment.

He looked at the crowd and said.

"Everyone, is there any way to find the murderer? If you only know the name of a church, it won't be of much use."

Just when everyone was shaking their heads.

Fingers had a look of hesitation on his face.

This expression was immediately captured by Waltz.

Asked with hope.

"Detective, did you find anything?"

Fingers thought for a moment.

Still said.

"I know someone who should be able to help you, but... the fee shouldn't be cheap."

Thinking of the time when he was charged 50 silver coins just for a divination, a feeling of physical pain spread throughout his body.

Even Wilder on the side was very surprised.

I didn't expect this rich man.

The road is quite wild.

I actually know other professionals.

Waltz doesn't care that much. For him, solving the case is the most important thing.

Such a big movement.

If he cannot achieve any results, it will hinder his advancement.

asked eagerly.

"Who is the other party? What abilities does he have?"

Anyway, the matter has been said.

Finks no longer hesitated and said directly.

"Sir Wilder, do you still remember the case we investigated the old castle?"

Wilder nodded.

"That case is indeed a bit weird. Have you found the murderer?"

Finks shook his head.

"How should I put it? The man you investigated before was a carpenter. He wanted to keep his family safe."

"He went to the Divination Club, and a fortune teller named 'The Fool' told him that by installing a secret mechanism in the corridor, he could shoot the human-faced spider."

"You also know what happened next."

Grant on the side frowned.

"This must be a coincidence, fortune teller, it's not like the Special Affairs Bureau doesn't have one."

"But it can never be done to this extent. Normally, one can only predict misfortunes or trace traces."

"But the traces at the scene have been wiped away, and the fortune teller can't help."

Finks lowered his head and pinched his chin.

said in a deep voice.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that he is a little different from other fortune tellers. There should be a way."

Behind Finks, Rolsey wanted to die.

I thought it was soy sauce.

Can escape smoothly.

who knows……

This Finks is determined to cause trouble for himself.

Secretly tugged at the corner of Finks' clothes.

That look goes without saying.

Finks glanced sideways at the other party.

Then... treat it as invisible.

He also wanted to figure out the cause and effect of this incident.

He has always been curious about secrets, otherwise he would not have used his own money to ask the Special Affairs Bureau to investigate.

Waltz didn't think much of it.

Make a decision immediately.

"Then please invite him over. Money is not an issue, as long as the case can be solved..."

At this moment, a police officer walked in from outside the warehouse.

"Senior Detective Waltz, a man wearing a cloak and a mask came outside and said you were looking for him."

Waltz was stunned.

After thinking for a while, he said.

"Let him in!"

"yes!"

Soon, a figure wearing a black cloak and a crying mask walked in.

When you see each other.

Finks' mouth is so wide that a lightbulb can fit into it.

Couldn't help shouting.

"Mr. Fool?? Why are you here?"