Chapter 210 Intelligence Transaction
“He struggled, he roared, he waved his fist in the face of despair and roared loudly.”
“Destiny is like a fairy in a nightmare, jumping lightly on the pillow , Crazy ridicule.”
"Oh, look, every time he struggles, he pushes everything into the abyss of despair."
I came into contact with the cultists again, but the experience was far better than the original one at Thorn Flower.
After all, this is an open business place, and the people who come and go are all celebrities. Even if there is malicious intent, it will not be shown openly, so what Lynch was worried about did not happen.
Led by the handsome middle-aged man, the two climbed all the way to the top of the theater. In the luxurious manager's office, the middle-aged man overlooked the stage below and recited the same lines as on the stage simultaneously.
The voice is full of emotions, and he is extremely involved. Even the ridicule and sarcasm on his face are so on point, as if he is really facing an ant struggling in his destiny.
“Destroy it, pathetic soul, all your efforts will eventually turn into the most desperate echo in the dreamland.”
"The nightmare is coming, is tonight the fourth act?"
Looking at the handsome manager's words under the bright gas light, Lynch looked at a loss and kept an awkward but polite smile. , but his eyes conveyed the signal of what he was doing. Compared to him, Miss Valente smiled reservedly and clapped softly:
"This is Master Miró's most classic play, and it is very difficult to perform the essence. Unfortunately, I don't like this play. From the scenes to the dialogue, everything reveals madness and despair. Watching it in its entirety will make your heart full of darkness and pain. I really can't appreciate it, but I am lucky enough to witness your lines. The foundation is also my greatest luck today.”
"Chaos, madness and despair, this is the most real side of the world, and it is also the Lord's favorite tone. It is precisely because of this play that Milo was led into the City of Night three times and personally offered his faith to the King in Yellow. And respect, this is his greatest luck."
"This luck also includes cutting his own throat in public during the last curtain call?"
"Of course, he has entered. In the City of Night, being with the King in Yellow and sharing the eternal performance is the greatest luck. You vulgar people will never understand it."
At this moment, Lynch seemed to see the almost possessed artists in his previous life. It was hard to tell whether he felt admiration, pity, fear, or a combination of all three. Anyway, just stay away.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man soon touched his chest and bowed greatly, just like an actor's curtain call. When he raised his head again, the intoxication and madness just now had subsided instantly, and he returned to his previous elegant but gloomy ghost-like state. appearance.
"West, the owner of the Black Cat Theater, the apostle of the King in Yellow. Apart from the business of the theater, we are generally not open to the public, only serving friends of some secret societies and providing some high-class services. Relatively private news in society and the mysterious world. Since there is an introduction from Count Hathaway, we will certainly not refuse your request.”
"Are you well-informed?"
Lynch roughly figured out the situation here. It's a bit like the Louisette Coffee Shop he's been to before, except that what's sold there is information from the market, and here The ones are high-end and mysterious. At this time, Lynch was not as cautious as he was before he came in. People who open their doors for business generally do not attack customers, so he asked with confidence:
"How does it compare to the League of Shadows?"
"It's definitely not comparable to them. They are professionals, and we are just a group of poets and actors." West smiled gloomily and poured red wine for the two of them. "For example, we only know detectives." Sir, you were named by people from the Alliance of Shadows specifically to induce the believers of the Ancient Flickers to sacrifice you, but we have no way of knowing why they did this. If you know, how about you tell us the reason?"
Lin Qi pursed his lips and blocked his eyes with a wine glass. When he moved away, his expression had returned to normal and he said calmly: "If I know about it in the future, I will definitely do this. But. Rather than the reason for this matter, I am more interested in the Flaming Red Lips.”
“Viscount Edmund, there is indeed this person in Salt, but he is still with the group of dwarves in the ancient continent. Mixed together, there is no idea of coming to Middle-earth. Princess Chloe's identity is no problem, and the flaming red lips were indeed brought from the Kingdom of Salt, but not from the royal treasury, but from an alien from the New World. The tribe snatched it just a few months ago. Count Lorende, who is in charge of the ocean trade of Rhine City, has a complicated relationship with Mayor Howard Hoffman of the Salt Kingdom in the New World, Princess Chloe and Loren. Count De has many contacts, but his intentions are unknown, and..."
The answers were very quick, and most of them were information deduced by Lynch and Miss Valente. This shows that the credibility of West's information is very high, so the two listened very attentively.
However, at this moment, West suddenly stopped, poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, closed his eyes and savored it quietly.
No, why are there also broken dogs here? Wouldn't it be nice to do something humane? When you are used to performing, are you really not afraid that your King in Yellow will drag you into Night City to teach you a lesson in person?
Lynch cursed in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked: "Where's down there? No more?"
"We are also in business, Mr. Detective, Miss Valente."
Weiss Te raised his wine glass towards the two of them, and the corners of his raised mouth revealed two white teeth, which looked particularly eerie and eerie under the reflection of the bright red wine. It turns out that trial reading and payment are already known in this era. It seems that I just used a similar method to trick the girl next to me half a month ago. Although she defaulted on the bill in the end, but is the retribution coming to me so soon?
Lin Qi turned to look at the aristocratic lady beside him. She was covering her mouth with a folding fan, her big eyes hiding a smile, and secretly peeking at him.
Tsk, I should have remembered the situation at that time. It seems that I can’t be too shameless in the future.
I guess I'm going to be bled today, but there should be more important news later, so I can't save money on intelligence.
Lynch sighed deeply, touched the Rand Pound in his pocket, and asked with a farewell expression: "So, what's the price?"
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Detective. Money is generally not used here, money... is too vulgar, we don’t bother to think about it.”
I hate it, really.
"To be honest, the other information you need is indeed very secret and important. Some of it is just speculation and cannot be guaranteed to be absolutely accurate." The handsome middle-aged man smiled, "The custom here is, If you want to get information, just exchange it for the information we are interested in."
Lynch and Miss Valente looked at each other, a little surprised. Thinking about it carefully, they were not surprised. Instead, they felt that this was reasonable. .
"Do I have any information on my body that you are interested in?"
"I didn't have it before, but I suddenly got it recently." West pointed in the direction of the door, "Those Innsmouth murlocs, Vulgar, crazy, stinky, they have suddenly poured into the Rhine in recent days, making the air here disgusting. I need to know the reason and purpose of their invasion, as well as their hiding place, so that they can disappear completely. Even better. You help me figure out their intentions, and I will share with you all the information I know about the flaming red lips, and everyone can get what they want."
His...those aliens. The strength is not weak, you must be careful.
But how do I know what they are here for? I only know that this one should not be directed at me, but who knows which unlucky guy caused these things.
“Do you have any suggestions on where I should start?”
“That’s your business.”
Lynch frowned and pondered for a moment: "Then when do you want it?"
"The sooner the better, I don't want to wait more than a day, I wish I could make them disappear today."
Lynch slowly lit his pipe, squinting his eyes and lost in thought.
The news said that some people had seen these things around the pier at night, and maybe they could try their luck first.
That’s it.
"We will go tonight, but we need basic information about the residents of Innsmouth, so there is no need to exchange these."
West raised his glass and chuckled softly: "Thank you very much, and I wish you both a triumph in advance. As for the fishman's information..."
As he spoke, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said Learn these unknown taboo knowledge.
(End of this chapter)