“No, we didn’t.” Before Klein could finish his rebuttal, Benson interrupted with a smile, “Although Elizabeth is indeed a little young, and her family background is much better than ours, I think you two are still a good match. But you may have to wait a few years. She is studying in a public school, and her goal is to enter university. Marriage will take at least six or seven years. Of course, you can get engaged first.”

Please don't think so far ahead, okay? Klein took a breath and said:

"I don't like Elizabeth. Well, to be precise, I don't like girls who are much younger than me. I like mature ones."

In fact, I can accept it within a reasonable range, but not now, he added helplessly in his heart.

"You like someone who is more mature?" Melissa frowned slightly and said, "Then you must solve the marriage problem as soon as possible."

Huh? Klein couldn't understand his sister's jumping thoughts, so he asked blankly:

"Why?"

Melissa explained very seriously: "When you save enough money for your future marriage, you will be about 25 or 26 years old. Girls who are more mature than you are at that age are either married or engaged. Do you want to pursue a widow?"

What the hell is going on? Klein said this in Chinese in his mind with a dazed look on his face.

Benson laughed and refuted his sister:

"Melissa, you don't understand. In today's middle class, it's not uncommon to see women who are still unmarried or engaged at the age of 30. Most of them are believers of the Goddess. Most of them have the ability to make a good living and would rather be single than accept an unsatisfactory marriage. Uh, I saw it in a family magazine."

“Really?” Melissa was only a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and didn’t know much about similar things.

Seeing that his brother and sister were becoming more and more interested in their conversation, Klein coughed and said:

"When I say more mature, I mean mentally, not necessarily older than me. Besides, it's Benson who should be more worried about marriage issues."

I'm sorry, brother, I had no choice. He apologized silently in his heart.

"Melissa was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Originally, Benson wanted to talk about the marriage problems of the middle class in detail, but he suddenly shuddered and said to his sister who was staring at him:

"I am at a turning point in my life and must devote all my energy to studying. Once I have a satisfactory job and some savings, I will have the confidence to pursue the lady of my dreams and give her a good enough life."

Klein and Melissa were stunned at first, then blurted out at the same time:

"Do you have a lady you like?"

Benson, who was just perfunctorily responding, was immediately startled and shook his head hurriedly:

"No!"

"I'm just giving you an example!"

Backlund, Hillston District, in a slightly dark and gloomy house.

In front of the unlit fireplace, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples sat in a rocking chair, holding a dark pipe and looking deeply at the visitors in the sofa area.

He is the owner here, Eisinger Stanton, a very famous private detective in the small circle, but he did not open an office, he just hired an assistant to help.

Isengard, wearing a white shirt and black vest, put the pipe to his lips, took a puff intoxicatedly, and then slowly exhaled:

"The consultation fee for half an hour is £1. If I were you, I would definitely not waste a second of your time."

The two ladies in the sofa area were Forswall and Huddlecha. They had collected information about "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Zilingos and planned to ask a great detective who was good at deductive reasoning to help them summarize the target's behavioral patterns.

Of course, they concealed Qilingos' name and changed the description of the content related to the extraordinary.

Looking at Isengard, who had a thin face, sharp features, and dark blue eyes, Xu Diercha handed the file bag in his hand to his assistant, a brown-haired young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a capable temperament.

"Mr. Detective, I want you to find out the target's behavior patterns in Backlund from the data."

Although he was not tall, when Xu Diercha sat upright and spoke in a deep voice, his majesty still made people want to obey involuntarily.

Isengard looked at her deeply, took the file bag from the assistant, untied it, and pulled out the information inside.

He put down his pipe and read attentively, one page at a time, without missing a single one.

Ten minutes later, the gentleman with gray hair on his temples slowly tapped the handrail and said:

"The target has a paranoid love for the wind. Then, in the 'Dust City' Backlund, he will definitely not choose to live in a heavily polluted area for a long time. In other words, he may live in Queens, the West Side, Hillston District, Cherwood District, or the suburbs of the North District."

"The target is a mentally ill serial killer who murders a living person every other day. The reasonable approach is to target the homeless. In Backlund, even the police can't figure out how many homeless people there are."

"The target's residence is neither too close nor too far from the East District, Backlund Bridge, and other places with many homeless people. Frequently looking for victims in the surrounding area is an immature behavior, which does not match your description. If it takes a long time to find the person to murder, the target may not be able to control his desires and commit crimes in a situation where he is easily exposed."

"The target is a senior sailor with outstanding water mobility. A reasonable inference is that he does not live too far from the river. If he encounters an accident, that will be his best option for escaping safely."

"In summary, we can outline the target's range of activities. He lives not far from the Backlund Bridge area, considering both sides of the Tussock River in the West District and Cherwood District."

"We can only infer these contents from the information you provided."

Although they didn't quite understand what he said, it seemed to make sense. Xio and Fors looked at each other, nodded seriously, collected the information, and stood up to say goodbye.

Looking at the assistant's back as he escorted the two ladies out, Isengard, with gray hair on his temples, took out a brass ornament from his vest pocket. It was a pocket-sized, open book with a vertical eye in the center.

Isengard rocked the rocking chair slightly, stroking the ornaments, and whispered to himself:

"Qilingus has infiltrated Backlund?"

In a basement in Pritz Harbor.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," sat on a chair, looking grimly at the man wriggling and struggling in front of him.

The man was dressed like a sailor, his head was completely covered by a light blue film of water, and his face was purple and red.

His hands kept scratching and pulling at his face, but he could only shake out drops of liquid.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and gave a signal of surrender.

Alger raised the corner of his mouth and clapped his hands casually.

The light blue water film immediately collapsed, turned into raindrops, and fell to the ground.

The man dressed as a sailor gasped for air, gasping for air until he began to cough violently, a cough that tore at his heart and shattered his lungs.

After the other party calmed down, Alger leaned back slightly and imitated the Fool's calm and indifferent tone:

"Tell me, what is the purpose of Qilingos going to Backlund?"

"He, he is here to fulfill a commission, but I don't know what it is specifically." The pirate had completely lost the will to resist and answered honestly and frankly, "I only know the benefits he might get. Qi Lingos once proudly mentioned in front of us that if this goes well, he will get an item he has dreamed of for a long time, and the 'Four Kings' among the pirates will become the 'Five Kings'."

The item he had dreamed of for a long time? Alger frowned and fell into deep thought.

On Monday morning, Klein still did not rest. He continued to check the houses with red chimneys in Tingen City according to the plan.

Unfortunately, this time, he still failed to find the target.

He arrived home around noon, heated up last night's leftovers, ate a loaf of oatmeal bread, and then caught up on an hour's sleep.

At 2:40, Klein put down the book in his hand, sealed the bedroom with his spiritual power, and entered the mysterious space above the gray fog again.

He sat casually at the head of the long bronze table, not caring about the frequency of the "Sun"'s heartbeat, and stretched out his right hand to respond in advance.

In the City of Silver.

Derrick Berg was sweating on the practice field when he suddenly felt dazed. He saw thick gray fog and The Fool sitting on a high-backed chair in the depths of the fog.

He was startled at first, then stopped and lowered his head.

When the "illusion" disappeared, he counted his own heartbeats silently, holding the silver-white straight sword, and walked quickly towards the rest area.

A thousand heartbeats later, he had locked himself in a separate bathroom.

After waiting for a dozen breaths, he saw a deep red light surging from the void and instantly submerged himself.

Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in his chair, tapped his left teeth twice, and quietly activated his spiritual vision.

He saw that deep within the etheric body of the Sun, the mottled colors had become pure, like the morning light, so he smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Mr. Gloria."

At the same time, he also discovered that the bright stars behind the other party's high-back chair were moving rapidly and reorganizing into a symbol of the sun.

It changed naturally without my intention, just like a conditioned reflex. Well, except for the palace, the long table, and the chairs, other materialized things cannot be preserved after I leave here. They are very special. There are so many secrets above the gray fog. Klein looked at everything in front of him thoughtfully.

Derrick lowered his head again and answered in a reserved and humble manner:

“This is all thanks to your help, and this is just the beginning.”

He wasn't surprised that the Fool could tell that he had taken the potion.

At this time, Klein took out his silver pocket watch, opened it and took a look, then chuckled:

"Then let's start the party. Remember, the frequency will be about the same, or the interval will be about the same."

As he spoke, he established a connection with the crimson star that symbolized "justice" and the "Hanged Man," and pulled the two members back into the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence.

As soon as Audrey saw the scene in front of her clearly, she immediately greeted him in a brisk tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. I have another page of Emperor Roselle's diary here."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, did you get the 'Mind Reader' formula?"

ps: Asking for recommendation votes and monthly votes on Monday!