Chapter 361 I am Rosago. I don’t know why everyone calls me Master Luo.

After the landlord and his two companions left, Police Officer Fisher took out his old wallet, took out a black-and-white photo, placed it on the table and said:

"It's like this, I actually have a younger sister..."

Peiman didn't take it seriously at first, but the more she listened, the more she felt sad for the strong and kind-hearted laundry worker. She and Sherlock had investigated the East End many times. It was chaotic, dirty and poor, but there were also people like Fisher's sister who worked hard to live and struggle...

The blonde Sharon appeared quietly, lifted her skirt and saluted to the two detectives, then sat at the dining table where the client couldn't see her, holding her chin and listening attentively.

Leonard had already discovered the lady of the "Fishman Festival" under the old man's reminder, so he was not surprised. He just sighed that the other party's sequence was really magical... and listening to Morgan's disappearance, he couldn't help but frowned and said:
"She disappeared for about a month... At that time, a very sensational case occurred in Backlund, the 'murder case of human trafficker Kapin'...

"The details of the murder are unknown, but we have all heard rumors that Kapin was engaged in... trafficking young girls from the East District and selling them to...

"I'm sorry, we don't want that to happen, but as detectives, we still have to consider the possibility..."

Fisher sighed, then said with a firm expression:
"At least there is still hope. I checked some of the information about the victims in the Kapin case at the police station, but I haven't seen my sister yet...

"Besides, I asked someone to tell my fortune... well, I mean, I used a strange method to confirm that my sister is still alive... I just don't know where she is... So I will never give up, so I would like to ask you two for help. Can you give me some advice or give me a direction, so that I don't have to rush into the crowd and search aimlessly..."

Damn! Another "superstitious" fortune teller! Pei Man complained in her heart. She really wanted to help, but she had been missing for too long, and it was really hard to find her... She said solemnly:
"We will definitely do our best to help. Please write down Miss Morgan's information, as well as her address, habits, etc. and your contact information. No matter what, we will give you a result."

"Thank you so much!" Fisher said excitedly. These two detectives have a relationship with the Chief Superintendent, and they might be able to access information with a higher level of confidentiality! He took out a few 1 pound and 1 soli notes from his wallet and placed them neatly on the table.

"This is my advance payment... I don't know if it's enough. If it's not, please don't refuse. I'll go get some more when the bank opens tomorrow..."

Leonard conscientiously fulfilled his duties as a "detective assistant" and took away the cash, which was no more than 5 pounds. He nodded and said:
"That's enough. Compared to the previous commission, this is not too complicated..."

Sharon nodded silently after listening to the story again. These two detectives with secrets in the "Fishman Festival" were relatively conscientious. This police officer... seemed a little different from the last time he saw her? Was it an illusion?
Suddenly, ding-dong, ding-dong, the doorbell rang again.

Peiman looked at the bodyguard lady of the "Fishman Festival" in confusion. Why didn't she remind him this time? But her figure suddenly disappeared. She had no choice but to apologize to Fisher and lead Sherlock to the door again. When she opened it, she was stunned. The person who came in was wearing a police uniform. It was Sheriff Farthing who took the two away from Detective Isengard as murderers a few days ago...

Police officer and then sheriff? What's going on? Peiman instantly scanned the man's face, eyebrows, beard and other places where disguises could easily be exposed, and immediately confirmed that the man was undoubtedly himself!
Inspector Farthing took off his hat and said seriously:

"The people above sent me to tell you to be safe tonight and tomorrow and be careful of strangers.

"There are some other arrangements. I will explain them to you in detail..." "You should know that you have offended the ambassador. Tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous period... The people above give you three choices. One is to stay in the Holy Wind Cathedral for two days. I know you are a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery..."

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang!

Five consecutive gunshots suddenly roared! Five silver, slender demon-hunting bullets flew in a straight line towards the sheriff's forehead, and penetrated into his head in an instant!
However, the expected scene of the head exploding and red and white paint splattering did not appear. Instead, the figure in police uniform suddenly became thinner, turned into a paper man and quickly burned to ashes!

"Be careful! He is not the sheriff!" Peiman took out another revolver from her skirt and reminded with a very serious expression that everyone in the police station should know that their belief "has always" been "Storm"!
Leonard had just received the old man's reminder, but he didn't expect Peiman to be faster than him! He opened his voice and recited the "Midnight Poem", a range attack that did not require locking onto the enemy:
"Ah, at least one thing is true, this life flies by..."

Before he could finish reading the whole paragraph, his vision suddenly blurred, his head felt numb, and he felt as if there was a thick layer of glass around him.

He had experienced this feeling before! When the puppet of the Antigonus family arrived in Tingen, he was affected by it within the range! Now he needed someone to push him!
But when he slowly looked at Peiman, he discovered in despair that Peiman was also in a state of slow movements!
At this time, not far from where the paper man turned into ashes, Sheriff Fassin in police uniform reappeared. The muscles on his face began to move strangely, and he turned into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes. It was Rosago. While controlling the "spiritual line" of the two people, he asked curiously:

"How can you tell that I'm not the sheriff? There's no way my transformation into the Faceless Man could be flawless... Hurry up and tell me, in about half a minute, you'll..."

In Peiman's vision, the other party's words and movements were intermittent. She understood that this was not because the other party was slowing down to tease her, but because her thoughts were becoming sluggish...

Helper... Where are the helpers for "Fishman Festival"? !

She opened her eyes wide and suddenly saw a figure appear in each of the fake sheriff's eyes, a figure with light blonde hair, blue eyes, pale face and dark Gothic court dress!

Ghost possession! Did that person succeed?! Peiman was delighted, but then she heard the fake sheriff's intermittent words:
"Is this your bodyguard? He's really awesome. What did you pay him for? If I hadn't predicted something wrong in advance, I might have died here... By the way, my name is Rosago."

This idiot talks too much! Peiman cursed in her heart.

She turned her head to look at Leonard, and found that he did not use the "strange time magic" that night... but was also controlled.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and she complained madly in her heart:

Damn it! The other party is at least Sequence 6, right? Damn it! Really coming?! I’ll fight you! Her lips moved, and she recited in a pause:

“The Lord who created all;
“The Lord behind the veil of shadows;
"The fallen nature of all living beings!
"Your devout followers beg for your attention!"

(End of this chapter)