The level of the sealed item
"Creak... !" The wooden door made a noise.
It's kind of dark in there.
This is a house of about 50 square meters.
Four Corners.
Each was hung with an oil lamp.
There were a lot of tables and chairs around, and nobody was there.
Just a gray-haired old man at the bar.
Lounging on the counter.
"Funckes, what are you doing here again? If this continues, this month's salary won't be enough to cover our expenses."
Funckes's lips twitched.
He earns only one gold coin a month. Is already considered high-income group.
But every time I come here, the starting price is 50 pieces of silver.
Every time I come across some strange cases, I can't help but be curious.
That's where all the money went.
Open your briefcase and put a stack of papers on the counter.
Face slightly embarrassed way.
"There is a case here and I think there is a problem and I would like to ask the secret service for help."
The gray-haired old man skimmed through the papers.
Look up at Funckes.
"Are you going to hand this case over to a special agent, or are you just going to find out who did it?"
Funckes waved his hand.
"You just need to know who did it."
Have been here many times.
The price of solving the case was too high. He didn't want to waste the money.
The white-haired old man pouted.
"As always, 50 pieces of silver is non-negotiable!"
Some are reluctant to part from their pockets.
Take out a silver coin with the sign 50 words.
Put It on the table.
The old man picked up the silver coin.
Put It in front of your lips.
"Hu... ! !" Two fingers hold silver coin, toward the corner blew a breath.
Put It to your ear.
“Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!” Made a constant buzz.
This only then is satisfied receives the counter.
"Wait a moment. If someone takes the job, they'll be here soon."
"Take a seat anywhere you like!"
Funckes took off his top hat and placed it on his chest.
He bowed slightly.
"Thank you!"
Then the old man with white hair.
On a table, like a keyboard.
Hammering away.
.........
A beautiful woman.
Watering the potted plants on the balcony.
Behind the room on the wristwatch.
Is constantly emitting a"Crack... crack..." sound.
Then a slit in the side of the wrist.
Spit out a note.
When you hear the sound. The woman put down the kettle and ran to the room with great speed.
I just glanced at the note.
He immediately pressed a button on his wristwatch, but nothing happened.
Small Mouth angry du up.
"I hate it... ! I'm one step behind, it's that annoying guy with the hands so fast! !"
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.........
A figure in a full cloak.
Just walked into the east gate of the police station.
Holding a note in his hand.
The wristwatch glowed green.
It can be seen under the cloak.
The corner of the man's mouth showed a smile.
Muttering.
"Today's luck is not bad!" The footsteps did not stop.
Straight to the corner of the police station.
Office of the Special Bureau.
Pushed open the wooden door and went in.
When I saw Funckes.
His brow arched under his cloak.
Make a hoarse sound in one's mouth.
"Funckes, I didn't expect to see you again. I see you've been cracking a lot of cases lately."
Cases in the police station are in addition to a fixed salary.
For each case solved, there is an additional reward, depending on the difficulty of the case.
Of course, the amount is not as high as the special bureau personnel.
Funckes's lips twitched.
He stood up and bowed.
"My Lord Wilde! How Nice to See You Again!"
Wilde nodded.
Come to the counter.
"Da... ! Da... !" His index finger tapped the counter twice.
"Application seal: 9-0142 Peep Eye."
The old man with white hair raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Are you alone? It would be safer if you found someone else to work with."
Wilde looks sideways at Finks.
"Isn't there another person there?"
The old man with white hair looked at Funckes and asked.
"Would you be willing to help Wilder hold the seal?"
Funckes looked confused.
Came to the front of the counter and asked curiously.
"What is the seal? Can you elaborate?"
The white-haired old man nodded: "Seal from 9 to 0, divided into different levels of danger."
"Wilde applied for a 9-digit sequence seal, which ordinary people can hold for up to an hour a day. After that, the seal would contaminate the seal and turn them into monsters."
"Wilde has two hours, which means you have three hours, tops, or there will be trouble..."
"Da... da... !" Wilde rapped on the table again.
"Well, hurry up. This case won't take that long. Funckes hardly needs it."
The white-haired old man helplessly withdrew from the drawer.
Draw out a form and take out a pen.
To Wilde.
"Sign the application form!"
Wilde didn't even look. "SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH... !" Quickly signed his name, as well as the need to apply for the name of the seal.
The white-haired old man took the form.
Turn around and stuff it into a green box behind you, similar to a mailbox.
There was silence again.
About five minutes later.
Behind the counter a secret door burst open.
A man in a cloak and a mask.
Holding a metal box in both hands, he put it on the counter and turned away without a word.
The old man with white hair pushed the box to Wilde.
"24 hours must be returned, or you know the consequences!"
Wilde nodded. He walked out with the metal box.
"Funckes, come on! !"