"Clatter", first there was the sound of turning keys, and then "crack", the green door of the detective office was opened.
Ed forced himself with difficulty to avoid the tempting sofa in front of him, gave up the idea of lying on it and fell asleep, and moved step by step to the bookshelf behind the fan-shaped desk, and took down the coffee placed on it. Can.
Although staying up late is not a fatal thing even for ordinary people, extraordinary people are still mortal in the end:
Continuous use of secret texts will naturally cause both mental and physical fatigue. Coupled with a big battle and a whole night of meetings, he was really exhausted both physically and mentally at this moment, with only one thought in his mind swinging repeatedly like a pendulum——
sleep.
But not now. He had to wait for one more thing.
Ed unscrewed the moka pot filled with coffee powder and turned on the gas stove in the kitchen. This is basically its only function in this house - to boil water to make tea (or coffee).
Miss Quinn's cooking level can only be described as a disaster, any ingredients will become ritual materials in her hands; Mr. Eaton often leaves early and comes home late, and has never shown any cooking skills;
As for Ed himself, he could only say that the food he made was at least barely edible, but he didn't want to spend extra time purchasing and processing ingredients - this time could be used for simulated combat training in his dreams.
He turned on the gas stove and turned the heat to maximum, letting the heat draw out the espresso.
Knock knock knock. There were three knocks on the door, and then the door opened.
"Ed, I brought today's newspaper."
It was Tommy who came through the door. I saw him thoughtfully placing the "Silver Mist Telegraph" on his desk. This is what Ed has been waiting for.
"Okay, just put it there. I'll give you a tip later." Ed hesitated for a while, did not turn off the stove, just turned down the heat a little and walked out of the kitchen.
"Tipping is not necessary, um..." Tommy seemed hesitant to speak.
Ed took out a copper plate from the drawer and put it on the table, spread out the newspaper, and the title in bold black fonts read:
[The prime minister’s son mysteriously disappeared!
Prime Minister Herbert Auckland's son, Jaros Auckland, mysteriously disappeared today. Family members and the police found a letter in the room where he lived, suggesting that he had eloped with his mistress.
Jaros Auckland has a naughty character and had affairs with many actresses during his time in Holland. He was supposed to be a member of a sixteen-member delegation to participate in the planning of Silvermist City's transportation facilities, but instead took this opportunity elopement. Brother Brandon Oakland said he had no knowledge of Jaros's underground relationship and expressed regret for his willful behavior.
According to sources, Jealous was seen boarding a small private passenger boat with an unidentified woman at the pier and then disappeared. 】
In an inconspicuous corner at the bottom of the newspaper, you can also find a line of small words: [An unexplained fire broke out in a hotel called "Sweet Rest" in the West District. Has been properly accommodated. 】
"very good."
After Ed finished reading, he closed the newspaper and skillfully cut out the two pieces of content squarely with a paper knife.
Everything is the same as the plan finalized in last night's meeting. Let Jaros disappear from the public view. This is also the method with the least impact.
"Is it really okay to do this? I hear rumors all over the street." Tommy asked worriedly.
"For example, what are the rumors?"
"Some say that Jaros fled in fear of committing murder, and some say that Jaros's disappearance is related to the fire in the hotel that night, because someone saw a crow coming out of the hotel. There are even more outrageous things..."
The disappearance of Jellos was related to the fire in the hotel that night, which was very close to the truth. Ed regained his energy and asked with interest:
"What's the most outrageous rumor?"
"Some people say that Jaros's usual extravagance and lewdness are actually just a facade. In fact, he is the Black Lord in the rumors. He pretends to be a playboy during the day, but in the dark he punishes rape and eliminates evil and performs chivalrous acts. This time, although he destroyed it alone He entered the underground den of the cult, but his identity was exposed, so he could only pretend to be missing and wait for the opportunity to return."
"Pfft..." Ed couldn't help laughing. If Catalina heard such rumors, she might faint on the spot.
What's more, the timing of this rumor doesn't match up at all. Unless Jaros can teleport between Holienborg and Silvermist City instantly and come and go freely, how could it be Blackadder?
At this moment, a series of ominous grunting sounds came from the kitchen, breaking Ed's smile. He hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, only to see that the over-extracted Moka pot was already filled with a burnt smell, and there was a pool of brown water stains on the floor that had boiled and sprayed.
This is embarrassing. Why did I forget about coffee?
Ed quickly took the coffee pot away from the fire and turned off the stove. As a user of the "Puppet" secret text, he was still somewhat confident in his ability to multi-task, but today he capsized in the gutter.
It seems I really need to take a break. He returned to the office with the remaining half pot of coffee. Although the taste was definitely not better, at least the refreshing effect should still be there.
No matter what, it's better than Quinn, right? Ed comforted himself.
Back in the living room, Tommy hadn't left yet. He put his fingers together on his abdomen, as if he had something to say.
"What do you want from me?" He started the conversation directly.
Little Tommy nodded, moved his lips a few times, and finally squeezed out what he wanted to say:
"Um...Mr. Waikolo, can you lend me some money?"
"Oh, it's easy to talk about money. You don't have to be so nervous."
Ed waved his hand, signaling Tommy to relax. He can earn 10 pounds a week, and his daily expenses are less than 1 pound. Even after paying off Byakuya's money, he will still have some leftover.
How much can a child spend?
"Tell me, how much is it?" He took a sip of coffee and asked generously.
"Can one hundred pounds be okay...?"
Phew. Coffee squirted out.
