Vivian, who was unable to come out because the door was blocked by Peter and David, suddenly had a gleam in her lifeless eyes when she heard the word "advance payment".
But after a while, her eyes dimmed again.
He owed the bank too much money. Conan Doyle was just a descendant of a minor noble family. How much money could he have?
Not to mention that her relationship with him was not to the extent that they could lend each other such a large amount of gold pounds.
Vivian sighed softly in her heart, and her pretty face, which had already shown a look of despair, now looked even more despairing.
"Make way! I'm going out!"
Vivian suddenly felt a little irritated and had no intention of waiting until they finished talking.
She had to go out and look for the traces of the zombies as soon as possible. Killing one more zombie would reduce the pressure on her.
Hearing Vivian's slightly annoyed voice behind them, Peter and David quickly gave up their seats.
When Vivian left, Peter muttered:
"What's wrong with Vivian? You didn't seem so upset just now."
David spread his hands to indicate that he didn't know either.
"Forget it, leave her alone!"
Peter, unable to figure out the reason, shrugged and gave up thinking.
He then looked at Eros and said, "Then let's go hunt ghouls too."
As he spoke, Peter walked out of the Special Operations Department with brisk steps and humming an unknown tune.
David smiled at Eros and followed him.
It was not until they reached the street outside that the two of them walked towards two different places.
Looking at the two people's disappearing backs, Eros's mouth curled up slightly, and he thought, "Then I'll start as well."
…
Shrouded in the deep, dark night, this giant city adjacent to the sea appears exceptionally quiet.
The hustle and bustle of the day has completely disappeared.
Only the occasional ringing of bells in a corner of the city, the sound of wheels, and the chewing sounds coming from the deep alleys indicate to passers-by that the city is not completely silent.
Eros wandered in the darkness, looking for his target with a calm expression.
In a dark and damp sewer, a man whose right foot had been replaced with a steam prosthesis was staggering forward.
The man skillfully passed through one fork after another and came straight to a passage.
Just as he was about to enter the passage and continue moving forward, he suddenly heard voices of conversation coming from another fork in the road not far from him.
Although the voice was slightly distorted, the man could still tell that it was a conversation between a man and a woman.
The man held his breath, controlled the spiritual fluctuations in his body, carefully stood up, and concealed his existence as much as possible.
In the distant fork in the road, the man with a distorted voice spoke.
"How's the investigation going? Have you discovered any useful information?"
After hearing this, the man who was not far away, his eyes moved slightly.
From what he said, it seemed that he could overhear some secrets.
I just don't know if this secret has any value. If it does, I can sell it and make a fortune.
Even if it has no value, I actually don't lose anything.
Just when the man was expecting the other party to say something of great value, the woman in the other fork spoke.
Although her voice was also distorted, the man standing there could still hear clearly what she was saying.
"I sorted out all the cases and rumors about the Lost Island over the past thousand years."
"I found that the commotion caused by the Lost Island is very similar to the authority of the legendary evil god of the night."
“Whether it’s that our existence will be erased after we land on the island, or that the island disappears from time to time, this is too much like the power of the Dark God.”
"I suspect that the Lost Island is related to the Dark Night Evil God."
"After all, the secret authority in the legend is controlled by the evil god of the night."
After the female voice finished speaking, the male voice was silent for several seconds, and then he spoke after a while:
“I heard that at the end of the Second Era, after the Nine Great Churches joined forces to kill the Dark Night Evil God, his authority and the shattered kingdom of God were scattered all over the world.”
"For tens of thousands of years, the remnants of the Dark Night have been working hard to collect the fragments of the Dark Night Evil God's kingdom."
"If I spread this news."
"Let's say that there are fragments of the kingdom of the Night Evil God, or authority, on the Lost Island."
"Do you think that the remnant of the Night that is currently wandering in Haidaram will head to the Isle of the Lost after hearing this news?"
"After all, we didn't lie to him. These records about the Isle of the Lost are real."
"If he doesn't believe it, he can even investigate it himself."
When the man finished speaking, there was a hint of laughter in his tone.
After listening to what the man said, the woman did not keep the man waiting too long and responded immediately.
I only heard the woman also say with a smile:
"Then we can ambush outside the waters of the Lost Island."
"As soon as the remnant of the night appears, we will capture him alive."
"Not bad!" The man clapped his hands and laughed.
"Then we can even let the remnant of the night enter the Isle of the Lost."
Hearing the second half of the man's words, the woman was obviously puzzled:
"Why should we let him in? What if he dies in there?"
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