After putting the "Homecoming Scroll" safely away, Sean left home - he had something to do right away.
He originally considered entrusting these matters to familiar staff within the association, but when he thought of exposing the existence of Edgar Pompeii, he knew that he could only do it himself.
He first went to the car dealership and spent a deposit of 25 New Zealand dollars to rent a Leighton L-type sedan - which has more interior space than Ford's T-type sedan, but has higher fuel consumption.
Sean drove to a men's clothing store and home textile store in the west of the city and spent nearly 20 New Zealand dollars on coats, pajamas, boots, loafers, socks, quilts, pillows and other personal items.
Then I drove to the farm market in the north. Considering the storage problem, I bought some meat, vegetables and fruits sparingly - especially apples. It cost him $6. The bonus from the Undercurrent Street's last time killing the gambler Jock wasn't enough to pay for the moon wheel spiritual ritual, so it doesn't hurt to spend some now.
With a cart full of things, Sean returned to the Explorer Center.
When Sean appeared in front of the library guards with his big bag and small bag, the red-masked staff looked at Sean dumbfounded: What is this? Want to camp out in the library?
There are no rules that say you cannot bring in clothes and home textiles. You can also bring some food to satisfy your hunger, but this kind of amount, which can last for a month, is definitely not allowed.
The red-masked supervisor stopped in front of Sean, who was wearing a mist mask.
So, Sean spoke based on the words he had previously thought: "I have a friend who is reading in the old book cemetery, and he is too obsessed with leaving the library -" Sean deliberately guided his friend to be the one wearing thick glasses. Scary woman, "She has no food, drink or clothes to change in there. I have no choice but to buy these and send them over."
Regulators are naturally not impressed by such rhetoric. Sean sighed and had no choice but to put down his "mysterious temperament" and began to describe how miserable his friend's life was now...
Of course, there is a half-truth in the narrative - as an old man, Pompeii did not have a good life.
The dim old book cemetery, the sallow-looking readers, the increasingly cold weather...
The "First Regulator" who was supposed to feel ridiculous and impatient and drive away this Jack-level explorer found himself moved by Sean's description and felt inexplicably sad.
Some even had sore noses and red eyes...
This faint sadness inspired the empathy of the supervisors, and they decided to make an exception and let Sean carry these things into the library.
And, impressed by the camaraderie between Sean and his friends, they allowed him to drop off items every once in a while.
Sean withdrew the faint "fog of grief" that was spreading, and walked into the library with a grateful expression.
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Although he could use his ectoplasmic tentacles to help retrieve these items in the dark, Sean still felt a little immobile in the old book graveyard.
However, Sean was not afraid at all when he went deep into this dark ruins again.
Because the terrifying existences in the rumors have scared me out of my psychological shadow - if I want to say who is the scariest thing underground, it should be me...
Sean returned to the first floor of the old book cemetery. Deep in the first floor, he returned to the bright lantern.
Pompeo was still in a semi-crazy state, but he could still recognize Sean, and he seemed to have a good impression of Sean.
The old man walked quickly to Sean, patted Sean's back repeatedly with his palms, and the joyful expression on his face was illuminated by the lantern: "Sean, you like to eat newspapers! You eat them very quickly!"
Although I forgot a lot, I remember my name. Under the mask, Sean smiled happily: "I brought you something..." As he said this, he carried large and small bags and led Pompeii, who looked confused, into his humble residence.
Sean knew he would never forget the look on Pompeii's face when he saw the apple.
In the light, the old man's eyes widened, and his turbid eyes stared at the red apple that Sean took out of the paper bag, as if he had seen some treasure. He rubbed the hem of his clothes awkwardly. At Sean's signal, he Only then did he dare to touch it with his slender fingertips, then he took it tremblingly into his hands, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
Pompeii chewed slowly because his teeth were not good. Looking at Pompeii's expression as he held the apple and slowly ate it, Sean realized that sometimes, an apple can bring happiness.
He remembered Pompeii who had just finished reciting the initiation words not long ago and shed tears, and Pompeii, with candlelight flashing in his eyes, said that he still wanted to see his granddaughter...
The heart that had been tense and tense because of the search for Aaliya felt a little better: it turns out that even if you encounter misfortune, you can't live just for yourself...
Sean watched as Pompeii held an apple with several bites in one hand, put his other hand into the paper bag, and fumbled out another one.
He handed the apple to Sean, and the red skin of the apple was illuminated by the lantern.
Sean took the apple and took a bite with great satisfaction. He hadn't felt this peaceful for a long time.
"Old sir, please take care of yourself. I will help you find Alicia as soon as possible and let her come to see you." Sean thought silently.
In the old book cemetery, the light of reason shines gently, and Sean and the old man eat apples quietly.
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Sean looked at the medium-rare prime rib steak on the plate in front of him. In the dimly lit and smoky restaurant with a violin playing, what he thought of was eating apples with Pompeii in the musty underground. picture.
One day has passed since I visited Pompeii.
After Sean left the underground and returned home, the phone rang at home.
He thought there was news from Bill's investigation, but it was Daisy's voice that rang on the other side of the phone.
Since Sean helped Peter Ridge out of misery, Daisy must repay Sean no matter what.
She thought about it and wanted to give Sean a chance to make money - she wanted Sean to invest in a special business.
After the demand for spiritual ritual expenses emerged, Sean's royalties suddenly seemed to be stretched thin.
Daisy's invitation at this time is tantamount to providing timely help to Sean.
Moreover, Sean also vaguely guessed that Daisy's move may also be to introduce foreign aid to check and balance Bill.
Without much hesitation, he agreed to meet the next day.
The meeting place is located in the Apennine-style restaurant on the second floor of "Fog and Rose".
The previous owner of the Fog and Rose Hotel was an Apennine family who was not involved in gangster entanglements. Later, due to various reasons, they transferred the entire hotel, including the restaurant on the second floor, which was doing well, to Petrich. Therefore, Daisy is now The owner here.
At this moment, Sean was sitting in the restaurant, facing the good steak, but he had a little appetite.
Not because of Daisy. Daisy was wearing a graceful purple silk skirt today and a pair of rare black pearl earrings. Outside her affectionate blue eyes, her eyelashes were long and distinct, making her look bright and charming. She was sitting next to Sean with an elegant and dignified posture. Naturally, she would not be dismayed. Sean was disgusted.
Although it was a pre-shareholding discussion, Bill did not come. Sitting opposite Sean at the moment was a Jewish man wearing round-rimmed glasses, a birthmark on his bald head, and a black beard under his hooked nose. The Taoist people called him "Fat Mo", and he was Bill's accountant and assistant in his business.
As for why Sean had a bad appetite, it was probably because of the person in front of him.
From the moment he sat down, he began to make all kinds of insidious complaints: "...I really miss the old days. All I had to do was send a truck to the beach early in the morning and pull in boxes of 'treasures' - rum, Gin, whiskey!
"Mr. Bill has arranged everything well. The business of the drugstore is very good. The rain falling from the sky is the sound of new cents hitting the ground...
"As soon as Prohibition is lifted, the Prohibition Commissioners who used to be eyeing Mr. Bill are all waiting to see his jokes!"
Fei Mo took out a dark red handkerchief and wiped his face and sweat: "Business is not going well now..."
This time, Daisy proposed that Sean take a stake in the black market luxury goods business she was working with Bill on. After Sean paid the equity, he would only hold a relatively small part. But even though it was just a small head, Fat Mo still kept complaining, and every pore seemed to be resisting Sean's participation.
"Mr. Dickinson, you need to know that Mr. Bill and Miss Rich's business has always been a cooperation between the two of them, and no third party has been introduced. I don't know why..."
Taking the slender ivory pipe from her lips, Daisy repeated impatiently: "Fat Mo, first of all, this is not Mr. Dickinson's request, but that our luxury business must introduce a capable person. , it would be better if this person has access to explorers - coincidentally, Sean is very good friends with several explorers."
In the special version of the trip to Undercurrent Street that I told Daisy before, Sean's character was to be friends with several explorers.
Sean's original intention of saying this was just to hide his status as a explorer. He didn't expect that he would have the opportunity he had now.
"Second, I have already discussed this matter with Bill, and he has no objection."
Sean shook his head in his mind: He said he had no objection, but then sent someone over to talk nonsense - it was strange that he had no objection.
Sean was not determined to get involved in Daisy and Bill's affairs.
After all, Sean can always earn a lot of money through exploring mysteries and writing articles. It will just take longer to save up for the spiritual ceremony, but it is not impossible... However, Daisy has already made an invitation. Sean didn't want to reject her kindness easily.
not to mention……
"Daisy Rich is kind to me. Peter Rich said that Bill is not trustworthy. God knows whether he will murder Daisy in the future. Out of morality and emotion, I should also get involved and take the opportunity to keep an eye on Bill." …”
Of course, it is undeniable that the huge profits that the black market luxury business will bring are also a big temptation for Sean.
So, even though it was off-putting, Sean still sat here and watched Fat Mo's "performance".
