Chapter 175 Thieves and Divination
The thief was not slow. As soon as Angel reached the first floor and hid in the shadows beside the stairs, the door was opened silently.
A short figure squeezed in from the crack of the door and gently closed the door with his backhand. At this time, the living room was pitch black, with only a ray of crimson moonlight shining in from the bay window facing the street. Most of it was blocked by the curtains and could only illuminate a very small area next to the window.
But under Angel's dark vision, the thief, who looked not even an adult, nimbly walked through the dark living room, came to the study, pushed open the half-open study door, and slipped in.
Angel didn't disturb him, but waited patiently in the dark of the living room.
Although this thief is young, he is skilled and has a clear purpose. He is not trying to steal property, but has a more important purpose.
She didn't think she, who had only been in Backlund for two days and had no contact with anyone except the landlord and the maid, would get into trouble with such a person. There was only one possibility:
The other party came for something that belonged to the previous tenant.
After renting the house, Angel had checked the room in detail, even using his clairvoyance, but he didn't find any secret doors or hidden storage compartments. However, judging from what happened tonight, there were obviously omissions in the inspection.
She decided to ask the thief a favor.
About five minutes later, the study door opened again, and the short thief slipped out quietly with a document bag under his arm. It was obvious that his purpose was the document. After getting it, he walked straight to the door without any hesitation.
"Night."
The Hermetic words that Angel read made the thief stiffen, and the next second, he kicked his legs and was about to rush out the door.
But the "Sleeping Spell" thrown at his feet had been activated, igniting a dark red flame and making a slight explosion sound, like an inflated paper bag being squeezed and burst.
"Bang--"
The running thief fell forward as if he had been tripped, hit his head against the ground, and lay there motionless.
Angel, who was a little further away, also felt a little dizzy, but this was a talisman she had thrown out on her own initiative, and she had already prepared for it. Moreover, she was a Sequence 7 Beyonder, so this dormant power had little effect on her.
Seeing that the spell was effective, she did not immediately check on the sleeping thief. Instead, she went to the window facing the street, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked out.
This thief with a clear purpose might have someone else supporting him outside.
After observing for a few minutes, he found that no one was walking on Red Rose Street illuminated by the crimson moonlight, and there was no other movement on the Tussock River a little further away. Only then did Angel feel relieved and returned to the thief.
This was a boy with short gray hair, who looked probably less than eighteen years old. He was wearing an old jacket and faded trousers, and was holding a briefcase tightly in his hand.
After a quick search, Angel found nothing except a few pennies, a set of lock-picking tools, and a notched dagger. It seemed that the thief's purpose was simple: this document.
Sitting on the sofa, she opened the brown paper file bag with no words written on the outside and pulled out a thick stack of documents.
After reading only a few pages, Angel felt his mind was a mess.
It was filled with all sorts of complicated formulas and professional terms. Although they were all written in Loenese, and she knew most of them, she couldn't understand what they meant when put together.
Even though some of the documents were accompanied by hand-drawn sketches, Angel could only barely make out that it was a machine with a complex shape and numerous functions.
If Melissa were here, she might be able to figure out what this is. She's really interested in these machines...
With a sigh, Angel stuffed the documents back into the bag and placed them on the coffee table beside him. He took out the magic mirror which was still warm from body temperature, walked to the sleeping thief, and knelt beside him.
Since I can't understand the document, I'd better ask someone who can understand it...
"Mirror, mirror, tell me why the person in front of me is here."
Stroking the smooth mirror, Angel silently recited the divination words three times, but he still couldn't help feeling absurd.
Compared to the mysterious dream divination and the cool pendulum divination, magic mirror divination is like a game described in fairy tales.
But high-end divination often only requires simple methods. After she finished reading the divination words, she called upon her spirit and gently wiped the mirror. The originally hard mirror surface seemed to soften and rippled with water ripples, then became hazy and a mist emerged.
The mist dissipated, and a picture appeared on the magic mirror. A burly man was talking to the thief, and Angel could even hear the content of the conversation clearly.
"Quick has confessed everything. The manuscript is in the house he rented before, in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf in the study. You are going to steal it tonight. Remember, Gorrie, don't make any unnecessary trouble, or I will break your legs."
The burly man gave the order with a serious expression. There was an old scar on his right eye, forming a cross with the eye slit, and his short light black hair stood up.
"Okay, boss."
The gray-haired boy called Gao Li nodded and answered briefly.
The picture fades and the dressing mirror returns to normal.
Angel looked at the document bag on the coffee table. It seemed that this document was stolen by the thief Gao Li at the request of the "boss". As previously speculated, the person who hid the document in his study was the previous tenant, a Feysac man named Quick.
To ensure the accuracy of the information, Angel took the document and performed another divination using the magic mirror.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me the origin of this document."
The file bag in the mirror passed between several unknown men and women, and was finally placed in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf by a casually dressed middle-aged man.
"The divination results are vague. Is it because there's not enough information..."
Angel remembered what Klein often said during divination: "Get enough information."
But the person who finally put the document into the secret compartment should be the Feysac man. He has now fallen into the hands of the "boss" and his life or death is unknown.
But this actually had little to do with Angel. If the thief named Gao Li hadn't made quite a noise when he broke in, and Angel wasn't a Beyonder, with a much higher level of vigilance than an ordinary person, he would have probably succeeded and quietly escaped by now...
At this time, Angel intercepted him, but got himself involved in an inexplicable battle for documents.
Looking at the thief Gao Li lying motionless on the ground, Angel came up with a plan in his mind.
…
“Hmm…”
Gao Li covered his forehead which was swollen after hitting the ground and slowly got up.
His eyes became clear and his body trembled. Then he remembered that he was still in the house that Quick had rented and was still on the mission of stealing the manuscript.
Where is the manuscript?
He quickly groped in the darkness with his hands, touched the document bag beside him, and immediately pulled it towards him and picked it up.
"Fortunately, the things are still there... What happened to me just now? I seemed to hear a strange whisper, and then I fell into a deep sleep?"
Gao Li pinched the thickness of the file bag and found that it was the same as when he found it just now. He felt relieved, but the doubts in his heart lingered.
He raised his head and looked around the living room. Under the moonlight that faintly entered the room through the curtains, there was nothing strange about the house.
The intelligence said the new tenant was a young woman who should be asleep by now. My only task was to retrieve the manuscript, so I didn't need to worry about her...
So how did he faint just now? Did he accidentally trip and hit his forehead on the floor, knocking himself unconscious?
Subconsciously denying this absurd possibility, Gao Li shook his head, tucked the briefcase under his arm, quietly opened the door, walked onto the street, and quickly left Red Rose Street.
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