Lord of the Mysteries

Stole two sedan cars in a row… This is probably a crime syndicate. How can one person drive two cars? I can’t help but mutter inwardly.

This is the cultivation I’ve gone through as a fan of courtroom dramas and detective series, as well as me being a loyal reader of crime deduction novels.

Of course, I don’t say it out loud. I believe that people with standard intelligence can come to a similar conclusion.

When the guard on duty calls to confirm my identity, I take out my phone and check the time.

There’s more than enough time… I let out a sigh of relief as I unhurriedly circle around the pond in the middle of the courtyard and enter the building facing the main entrance.

After I run through the possible exchange in my mind, I knock on the door of the target’s office three minutes early.

“Please come in.” A mellow voice sounds from inside.

“O-Officer Deng…” As soon as I push open the door and enter, I realize that the officer sitting behind the desk is the one who had come to check on my residence permit!

I always imagined that he’s a police officer at the police station, but I never expected him to have an office at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He even has the room to himself!

“You are?” Officer Deng raises his hand to comb his receding hairline and asks with a puzzled look, “Do we know each other?”

“Last night, you checked on my residence permit and reminded me of a mysterious cult. Later, we met again in Lawson. I even reported a woman suspected to be a member of the cult.” I begin to suspect that the person in front of me is Officer Deng’s biological brother, but I still give the details.

Officer Deng is enlightened.

“Zhou-Zhou Mingrui, right?

“I’m face-blind, and I don’t have a good memory. It was night, so I couldn’t see clearly.”

I don’t need you to tell me that your memory isn’t good or how you have face-blindness. I can tell… I politely smile.

“Today, I’m representing the Intis Group to take over the previous project.”

to meet at four.” Officer Deng points at

bought on the table. I will then flip it to the middle—I can’t

Deng glances at the notebook

up the phone

Group is here. Come over for

puts down the phone and

collaboration project. We can’t decide on our own. Yes,

documents in

have given such an answer. I can’t let the partner I’m working with find out that

I sit down, I

I see an

white, and the wrinkles at the edge of his eyes and

his chest. He looks like a priest from

nod with a smile, fully displaying

man a little familiar,

for some inexplicable reason. Is this the after-effect of the Assassin beverage?

Deng introduces, “Old Neil,

Mr. Neil.” I

speak. He sizes

have you been troubled

I should admit it or hide it

lie. My eyes are very sharp.” Old Neil smiles and

“A little…” I mutter.

called you out. Actually, I’m not that sure. Yes, I’m a priest. I have the ability to expel

to discuss such feudal superstitions in front of a

and very naturally picks up the coffee

much. If you’re still a believer of the

but

hesitate for two seconds before

already