In addition to "tons of silver, gold spoons and forks" that the Faust family left the impression on the world, there is also the tricks of the big banker, Old Faust.

There is no doubt that Faust inherited his father's deceit and cunning. This ability is not in the soul, but in the blood of this flesh.

The original "Faust" received rigorous aristocratic education, ancient Maharayan writing, history, religion, mathematics, naturalism and modern languages...

Every morning from 6 am to 6 pm is the study time, and the winter is extended to 7 pm. Every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon, the original "Faust" has to take time to visit banks, department stores, railway stations, mines, workshops and factories to experience the society.

This knowledge remains in the brain. Now Faust can immediately use the vast knowledge base created by these elite education if he thinks a little about it.

He easily deceived the owner of the reef coffee shop and did something that the Black Mass Clan could not do without hesitation to expose the Defense and Suppression Bureau.

Of course, in this, the incredible extraordinary ability of [Present Times of Beauty] also played a great role.

Faust is now confident that he believes that perhaps this joking enough women's clothing ability is the most powerful ability in him.

It can invisibly deceive others and influence their judgment and consciousness.

This kind of mental impact is really terrible.

Faust has not yet experimented. Is the ability of [Present Times of Beauty] only effective for men? Can your charming ability still produce such surprising effects in front of women?

The bald shop manager's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was nervous and seemed not sure whether he could fully trust Faust.

Faust decided to add a little more chips, and he smiled tooth:

"Do you know that the landlord at 221 Yanan Street is Miss Maguire, who was killed this morning?"

"ah!"

The store manager exclaimed, and the glass in his hand clattered, unfortunately broke on the floor.

Faust approached the bar again: "Miss Maguire was killed in that haunted house. Do you know why? Suspected of sensitivity, the military, the police, and the defense bureau will no longer be stingy with violence to solve the problem."

"I don't know...!" said the store manager panic. "Mr. Werner and I have some contact, but I know nothing about his landlord! Why was Miss Maguire killed? Are they those people?"

"Yes. Of course it's those people."

"Will the Defense Suppression Bureau protect me?"

Faust knew that the matter had been mostly done, so he immediately made a wish: "Please rest assured, the Defense Suppression Bureau will of course ensure your personal safety."

At this point, the bald shop manager was finally willing to reveal his own secret.

These clues seem insignificant, but they have never been mastered by the army, police, defense and suppression bureau, the Black Mass Order and other forces, but they were heard by Faust alone.

The store manager slowly recalled: "Mr. Werner was my old classmate, and we were classmates in the National Middle School and Advanced Arts and Sciences Middle School. Later, he passed the Imperial University of Technology and went to the Imperial Capital to go to school, so we no longer had much contact.

A few years ago, Mr. Werner resigned from his position as an engineer at General Steam and returned to his hometown as a teacher in Jawchao Town. During that time, he often went to my cafe to drink, read books and write some documents here every weekend."

"Where did Mr. Werner live at that time?"

"He lives in a teacher's apartment built by the government. Later, Werner suddenly moved to No. 221 Yanan Street, and I was also surprised. It was also from that time that he seemed to have changed."

Faust asked curiously: "What kind of changes have happened to Mr. Werner?"

“In the past, he was a very stylish gentleman. After all, he was a senior engineer who came back from a metropolis. Every time he came to me to drink, he ordered the most expensive rum.

But since the move, Werner not only became unkempt and unkempt, but also often took credit to me."

Faust felt aroused. He knew that the most attractive thing about the house at No. 221 Yanan Street was the particularly cheap rent.

What happened to Mr. Werner? So much so that such a decent middle class suddenly became so poor and embarrassed?

The store manager continued: "During that time, he often complained to me that the imperial government did not pay attention to him, and that the company tried every means to persecute him. Mr. Werner said that he had found traces of being turned around in his house several times and had been stolen a lot of things. Since then, he has sent some things to me one after another."

"What are they? These should be important evidence, and I must see them myself."

The store manager smiled bitterly and said, "Then you are going to be disappointed, it's just a mathematical draft of some engineers. Mr. Werner's handwriting is particularly sloppy, and probably not many people can see it clearly."

The bald shop manager took out a thick stack of documents from the cabinet below the bar, and the draft paper piled together was covered with dust.

As the store manager said, the handwriting was ridiculously sloppy.

Moreover, although Faust was educated by the elite, he could not understand the content written on these calculation drafts.

The store manager said: "In the last few days before his disappearance, Werner told me that someone was chasing him, and that only the defense bureau could protect him. At that time, I just thought that this old classmate might have owed someone money outside, so he was so embarrassed.

It was not until Mr. Werner mysteriously disappeared that I gradually felt that something was wrong.

Later his family went to the police station to report the case, but as far as I know, there was no progress."

Faust felt that the chain between the clues had been linked. The Black Mass Order should have attacked the police station because of that report.

But even if the Black Mass Order did not collide with Faust, they would not be able to find useful clues in the police station's file files.

Faust read the manuscripts left by Mr. Werner several times, and his eyes finally fell on a pattern:

"Boss, have you seen this pattern? I mean, have you seen something similar to this pattern in Mr. Werner?"

The store manager scratched his bald head: "I seem to have seen him playing with this kind of metal sheet and wire, but I was not impressed by it. I'm not sure if it's the thing on this picture."

When Faust thought of a news in the newspaper, he felt that all the logical chains were complete, but the problem of time loop was difficult to solve.

Because trapping oneself in the time cycle can only help the Defense Suppression Bureau to investigate the Black Mass Clan, and it is not conducive to the Black Mass Clan hiding their whereabouts or catching Mr. Werner.

Faust finally asked, "Boss, what is Mr. Werner's full name?"

After hearing the expected answer, Faust showed a heartfelt expression and shook hands with the store manager:

"Thank you very much for your assistance! The case has been resolved for most of it, and I think I know where Mr. Werner went...

He may be in a safe place or have encountered any accidents, but at least your safety is guaranteed, and what Mr. Werner values ​​most will also exert its value in a suitable way."

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Child! Child!

Enough!

The sun horse of time seems to be whipped by invisible elves, dragging the light carriage of our destiny forward;

All we can do is to hold the reins bravely, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, allowing the wheels to avoid the cliffs here and the rocks there.

Who knows where it is heading?

It hardly remembers where it came from.
Chapter completed!