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.”

Officer Deng points at the

immediately approach it and plan on placing the black notebook that I just bought on the table. I will then flip it to the middle—I can’t let

glances at the

phone

Group is here. Come

simple briefing, he puts down the phone and smiles

is an international collaboration project. We can’t decide on our own. Yes, the other

documents in the morning and know what’s going

I’m lazy and didn’t read it, I’ll still have given such an answer. I can’t let the partner I’m working with find out that I’m skiving and

long after I sit down, I

look back. I see

and the wrinkles at the edge of his eyes and mouth are deeply recessed.

chest.

I nod with a smile, fully displaying my

old man a little familiar, just like the first

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

Deng introduces, “Old Neil, an Interpol representative,

Neil.” I

speak. He sizes me

been troubled by ghosts

tell? I’m shocked. I don’t know if I should admit it or hide it from a

Old Neil smiles

“A little…” I mutter.

“You’re still too young. You confessed the moment I called you out. Actually, I’m not that sure. Yes, I’m a priest. I have the ability

in front of a police

Officer Deng’s table and very naturally picks up the coffee can on

you’re still a believer of the Goddess, I

a believer of the Goddess in the past, but I am now! At this moment, my

for two seconds

I’ve already found a