Keeper Program

In Silver Mist City, at the junction of the East District and the Central District, there is an uninhabited alley on the Ivy Bridge.

Ed stretched out his left hand, and as he thought about it, a pale flame ignited from his palm.

Born from burning, the invisible ashes condensed into two silver-white metal cards in the flames, like a video tape played backwards.

The flame-like "Arthur Custer" and the dust-like "Edgar Wyccolo", the metal light of the two cards shines brightly at the fingertips, like a pair of trump cards.

The white flames did not decay, but intensified. I saw the broken and weak "Edgar Wyccolo", which was almost transparent, stuck to the card "Arthur Custer", and the images of the two gradually melt into one.

The character on the card is still Ed's appearance and attire, but his eyes are shining with colorful brilliance——

The luster of tourmaline.

【》》》Loading character card "Edgar Wyccolo (Arthur Custer)"》》》】

Accompanied by the buzzing in his mind, clusters of tiny tourmaline crystals grew in his brain, like sprouts emerging from the ground.

He can perceive the color of the crystal and feel the shape of the crystal, as if it were part of an organ.Crystal clear, sparkling exquisite colors.

An indescribable energy distorted and changed in his mind like a vortex in the center of a storm, and gradually collapsed into a two-dimensional plane, shining with the power to control everything - the "puppet" secret text representing "belonging and manipulation".

Flame words emerged on the brick wall covered with pale gray moss:

[The crystal structure is completed synchronously, the secret text affinity of "Puppet": 91%.Make good use of this gift, my dear good sir. 】

Now can I control the one-eyed spider?

[Of course, the birthstone in your mind is a perfect replica of Arthur Castor, and his mastery of the "puppet" secret text is also retained.Just like a high wheeler, once you learn it, you will never forget it, it just takes a while to get used to it. 】

"I see." Ed nodded, grabbed the cane and the peaked cap hanging on the handle with one hand, "Come on, it's time for the show to begin..."

"Justice is late and often absent, but I promise it won't miss your funeral this time, Mr. Floyd."

He said in a voice so low that only he could hear.

The sun has just come out, and although the sky is now blue, the city is still stained with ink gray.The streets are full of pedestrians, shouting, shouting or coughing can be heard endlessly.

The beggar with a dirty beard in the corner of the alley sat on the ground with his head drooped, his drowsy smell of alcohol and drowsiness was suddenly awakened by the sound of metal hitting the ground.

He smacked his lips, habitually causing his throat to emit a numb humming sound, even he himself didn't realize that he was talking:

"Uh um... do me a favor, give the old soldier a copper coin..."

Slap.A sixpence cup fell into the beggar's broken enamel cup, and the crisp and beautiful sound made him open his sleepy and swollen eyelids.

"Wish me luck." Under the smoky gray peaked cap revealed a pair of dark eyes.

"Of course, I wish you good luck! Thank you, sir, good people are rewarded, and the Holy Spirit bless you."

Suddenly, the old beggar found that the gentleman came out from the alley behind him.Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask:

"Where are you going this early in the morning?"

"Well, I have a game to participate in."

The black-haired boy put on the smoky gray flat-topped cap, and the metal cane made a crisp, rhythmic muffled sound as it struck the floor tiles, before turning around and disappearing into the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

On the other side of the bridge, the towering white clock tower in the central area shines in the sun, pointing straight to the sky...

……

The four-story building where Floyd's Car Rental Company is located has beautiful and neat red bricks and white cement gaps, which diffuse bright colors in the sunlight and attract everyone's attention.

But Ed didn't intend to go in through the main entrance. He walked around with a cane and came to the back alley.

Two guards, one tall and one short, were waiting at the back door. The taller one was stout with a beard and a pair of black gloves.

Ed slammed twice on the ground with his cane, and this move quickly attracted the attention of the two of them.Their expressions were extremely surprised, apparently they did not expect Ed to come to their door by themselves.

"do you miss me?"

He leaned his elbows against the brick wall and said in a sly tone.

I saw the strong man walking towards him aggressively, but Ed took two steps forward unhurriedly, and confidently pressed the crow's cane against the opponent's chest, signaling him to keep a distance, then raised his head and asked:

"Aren't you going to ask me what I do?"

"Are you looking for death, boy?"

Seeing the other party's gnashing of teeth, Ed only felt amused in his heart.

"No, I'm here to talk business with Mr. Floyd. If I don't get back to the detective's office before dark, an envelope containing all the evidence in my possession will be sent to a police station... "

"—that would be too bad... Mr. Floyd would be very angry, wouldn't he?"

The strong man glared at him angrily, turned his head and gave the short man a wink, and the short man turned around and entered the building.Leaving the strong man and Ed to confront each other alone.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of running away."

With an exaggerated smile on the corner of Ed's mouth, he leisurely took out a small change, put it on his fingertips and twirled it.

About 10 minutes later, the short man came back and said in his high-pitched and hard voice, "Take him into the carriage."

Hearing this, the burly man showed his hyena-like teeth and smiled ferociously.Grabbing Ed by the back of the collar, he pushed and pushed him to the depths of the alley.

"Let go of me! I will go by myself. Is this how you treat customers? Do you hear me, let me go!" Ed complained and struggled, but the other party ignored him at all.

After passing through two alleys, a black enclosed two-wheeled carriage was parked on the street at the end of the alley.

"Hiss - stop my friend, shit! Seriously, you're fucked!" Ed yelled loudly, but the strong man shoved him into the car.

Before he could react, a dusty sack was put on Ed's head, choking him to cough, and then the wheels bumped and rolled forward...

……

"Cough cough..."

When the sack was taken off, Ed coughed loudly and was tied to a chair, unable to move.

Looking up, there are curtains drawn all around, surrounded by seven or eight gunmen.

Sitting on the wide-backed sofa opposite was a fat man with a head full of belly. He was wearing a tailor-made tan suit, his hair was black and white, and his expression was calm and arrogant.

He slowly opened his mouth and said:

"I'm sorry that my subordinates are not very good at taking care of people, Mr. Edgar Wycolow, I am Freud, the person you are looking for. Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

After speaking, Floyd patted his round and stubby palms, as if he didn't intend to ask Ed's opinion, and the person beside him immediately lit a cigar for him.

"Tsk, this bag has been filled with potatoes, and it looks like it's moldy." Ed shook the mud from his hair, "You've earned so much money, do you just give this to your employees?"

"Aren't you here to teach me how to improve the treatment of employees?"

Floyd held the cigar with his right hand wearing a jeweled gold ring, and exhaled pure white fine smoke.

"Of course not. I'm just an ordinary maintenance mechanic. I happened to know some secrets that I shouldn't know. I'm here to discuss business, Mr. Floyd."

Having said that, Ed showed a kind and even flattering smile.

This smile seemed to satisfy Mr. Floyd. He leaned back to make himself more comfortable, and raised his eyes slightly to the ceiling:

"Very well, we should all figure out who we are, and a lot of people fail to do that and suffer. You're smart, young man, and I've got a good offer here, and you should be satisfied."

After that, he waved his hand and asked his subordinates to show Ed a prepared agreement, and Ed read it with interest.

An airship ticket to the New World, fifteen hundred pounds in cash, and a real estate contract for a small estate located in the pioneering area in the eastern part of the New World.

Tsk tsk, fifteen hundred pounds in cash, a small manor.He could never get so much money in his life as a maintenance mechanic.

"A very sincere offer, Mr. Floyd. But I still have a small question..."

"But it doesn't matter." Mr. Floyd nodded in satisfaction, and gesticulated in the air with his fingers holding the cigar.

"Tell me, Mr. Floyd..."

Ed raised his head and stared into Floyd's empty and uninteresting eyes:

"If justice can be framed and marked in a showcase like a commodity, how much do you think it should be worth?"

"What do you mean……"

Mr. Freud's face turned from sunny to cloudy, angrily struggling to stand up, but because of his fat weight, he turned into some kind of ridiculous squirming.

Ed on the chair twisted his body violently, and a shiny metal disc flew from his fingers towards Mr. Floyd.

The tall, bearded and strong man made a sudden move and grabbed the metal disc in mid-air.

He opened his palm with a grinning grin, but found that it was just an ordinary sixpence.

Ed, however, took advantage of this opportunity, fell to the side of the window together with the chair that bound him, and tore the curtain of the curtain with his teeth...

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