Using the aftermath of the manuscript incident as a shield, you are really good at finding excuses... Klein watched the figure gradually go away under the dim red moonlight, but had to admit that although the solution she gave was a bit risky and radical, it was feasible.

The sex is actually pretty good, and the risks you need to take are within acceptable limits.

And as if he could see that he didn't want the bodyguard to know too much about the inside story, Arthur Watson didn't deliberately pull him to the corridor until he left home, and lowered his voice very low to his ear.

Next, she revealed her plan.

In short, it is to skip the process of why the manuscript fell into your hands and directly present the final result to those who want to get the manuscript.

Of course, in order to ensure her own safety, she said that she still needs to add some chips before going to the negotiation table, and some safeguard measures that will prevent official organizations from easily using force.

And for the official Beyonder organization, which claims to be the guardian of order, is there anything that they would rather compromise than break?

The answer is already on the page.

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On nights when winter is about to begin, the company of a fire is always indispensable in a cold and humid room.

Sarah Phillips picked up the black iron shovel and fiddled with the charcoal fire that had just been red-hot. After feeling the warmth from the fireplace, she put down the shovel and stood up to look at

A dozen or so people gathered here, trying to identify familiar faces among them.

Soon she saw an acquaintance of hers, although she preferred not to.

Royce Hart, a journalist working for the "Daily Observer", seemed to have noticed her gaze at the same time, and began to wave enthusiastically, inviting her to sit in the empty seat next to him.

Sarah sighed helplessly in her heart, and while reminding herself to keep a decent smile on her face, she also grabbed the shorthand notebook in her hand and walked over bravely.

"Miss Sarah, I'm so glad to see you here!" Royce smiled and lowered his voice to greet the young lady, "I guessed that Mr. Kaufman, the editor-in-chief of the Morning News, would arrange for you to come.

You're out on the field tonight, after all, you are his most promising potential newcomer."

Sarah quirked her eyebrows without leaving any trace, trying to find the rhythm of the conversation:

"Good evening, Royce, do you know the specifics of this emergency call? I came in a hurry, and Mr. Kaufman didn't tell me any details. He only asked me to rush to this address as soon as possible, interview the people involved, and then...

…”

"And then write a press release that is provocative and appealing enough for tomorrow's headlines?" Royce smiled at her, completely unaware of the lady's well-hidden prejudice, "Oh,

I have to say that the reporters who came here tonight are probably all for the same thing... Look over there."

Sarah maintained good social etiquette and looked in the direction he indicated.

"The gentleman over there in the gray plaid coat is Duke, the news reporter of the "Tasok Daily News". The young man with the portable camera next to him should be his assistant, and those behind him are from the "Backlund Daily News" newspaper office.

The people sent, "Today's Loen" are not absent either..." Royce glanced at the ticking clock hands on the wall, and couldn't help but shook his head and exclaimed, "Look what time it is now! If you don't look outside,

The weather was so dark that I almost thought I had only been working for an hour."

Almost all the famous newspapers sent representatives to the scene... Sarah looked around and couldn't help but said in confusion:

"All for the same thing? Do you mean that tomorrow all newspapers published in Backlund will have headlines with the same title?"

"I can't say anything else, but you should have received this too." Royce took out a banknote with the image of Henry Augustus I, the fifth king of Loen Kingdom, from his pocket and smiled with satisfaction.

He waved it in front of her.

Sarah subconsciously touched the pocket of her coat, where a 5-pound note of the same denomination lay quietly. This was the "entry gift" she took out of the envelope she received from the receptionist before entering the conference hall.

.

"As long as you go for a field interview, you can get a subsidy that is almost the same as your basic weekly salary. Who would be willing to be absent?" Royce quickly put away the brand-new banknote and said with a smile, "I just want to be absent now."

I hope that the big man who is willing to spend a lot of money to dominate tomorrow's news headlines will not make it too difficult for us, and it is best to provide some explosive information, otherwise the content of the manuscript will only be 30% based on imagination and the remaining 70% will be fabricated."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small stepped conference hall suddenly became quiet.

The two professional journalists invariably stopped talking and looked towards the center, towards the double doors set up near the conference table.

The mysterious figure who summoned representatives from major newspapers late at night finally appeared.

The moment they saw each other's appearance clearly, the two reporters immediately relaxed their breathing, and suddenly understood the reaction of others who subconsciously suppressed their voices.

That is a person who can only exist in stories and picture books, so perfect that it is almost unreal.

After a brief period of strange silence, Sarah heard a low exclamation. It seemed that someone recognized the origin of the young man at the conference table and couldn't help but speak to the person beside her.

"I've seen him! He... He attended Northumber's charity gala, and he seems to be one of the shareholder representatives of a newly established company..."

"I also recognize that face. The new company you are talking about is called Wardland. When it was first established, it was published in the "Burningham Economic News" and "Hope Business News" for three days in a row...

Why do I know? Because I was the reporter who went to attend the IPO launch of Wardland that day!"

"Wait a minute, I think I heard a friend of mine who works in a fashion magazine mention that he met a gentleman at a client's product launch conference who was particularly suitable for shooting the cover of the next issue of the magazine, but the security personnel at the scene stopped him.

He turned down all the photographers and amateur reporters who wanted to hand him their business cards, and declined one request after another to meet and talk on the grounds that the gentleman only accepted interviews by appointment... The product being promoted that day should be Ward.

What Lan Company launched is right!”

…

The not-so-noisy whispers overlapped one after another, and Sarah, who was trying to figure out the point, couldn't help but focus more on listening. But she soon saw the blond man in a pure white formal suit emerging from the shadow of the desk.

We walked out and arrived at the center of the conference hall that attracts the most attention.

As a matter of course, he faced all the quiet eyes calmly and calmly, without any discomfort at all, as if he was born to be bathed in the light of everyone's attention.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Maybe some of you have recognized who I am, maybe some are still recalling my identity, but please remember, this is not important. What is important is that after tonight,

You will remember my name, and people all over Backlund who read the news will remember me and the promises I have brought to them!"

After a brief exchange of greetings, this young man, whose facial features were as delicate and elegant as a painting, went straight to the subject. His tone and demeanor also strangely brought a sense of cold killing, which stirred up the atmosphere in the room that was slightly warmed by the fire.

The invisible cold wind made many people shiver instinctively for no reason.

"Yes, what I want to tell you happens to be related to a recent topic." As if to appease the emotions of these people, he smiled lightly, "Have you noticed that recently?

Within a week, the 'Devil at the Crossroads' seemed to have completely disappeared, and no more murders were committed?"

"Devil at the Crossroads!"

The reporters sitting in the stepped conference hall instantly broke out into a commotion, and then suppressed it forcibly. Only this time, the quiet air was no longer filled with cold dissatisfaction and boredom, and there were little sparks.

Stirred up by the flint, the passionate and passionate flames are ready to go off.

"But the peace at this moment is just an appearance, just the calm before the storm. As for why-"

The speaker paused briefly and suddenly lowered his voice, making his voice more mellow and beautiful, but also tinged with an unspeakable mysterious color:

"This evening, I saved a boy, a boy who was targeted by the 'Crossroad Devil'. Today was supposed to be the day of the seventh murder, but I prevented it from happening."

Amid the uproar in the room, he motioned to the boy waiting in the corner of the conference hall to come to him, so that everyone could see the numerous scratches on the boy's old coat and see him lowering his peaked cap awkwardly.

Trauma bandage wrapped on palm of hand.

"This boy's name is Ian Wright, and I'm guessing you have a lot of questions for him. But as you can see, this boy was frightened and injured by such a terrible incident, so some of the questions will be asked by me.

Answer... Ah, of course, there will definitely be people who question the authenticity of the whole thing. It doesn't matter. I can distribute the photos of the scene to everyone. I have also collected valid testimony from the other party involved, the carriage driver, no matter what

If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

He picked up the brown paper bag placed on the conference table, displaying its substantial thickness under the eyes of many people.

"In return, I hope you can write down my thoughts and speculations about the 'Crossroad Devil' in your reports, and I will be responsible for completely solving the mystery behind this series of bloody cases and eliminating this problem for the citizens living in Backlund.

Nightmare!"

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"Goodbye ma'am, I'm looking forward to reading the headlines in tomorrow's morning paper."

The sixty-minute high-intensity question and answer session finally came to an end. Arthur Watson smiled and shook hands with the young lady from the "City Morning News" and said goodbye, sending away the last reporter tonight, and then returned to the quiet stairs.

Find a bit of coolness that belongs to the night in the conference hall.

Until a timid voice from behind brought back her thoughts that had drifted away.

"Doctor Watson...you, the remuneration you agreed on before..."

Arthur Watson turned around and pointed to a set of tables and chairs near the fireplace in a calm tone:

"Go and change your clothes first. I won't default on your debt."

Hearing this, the boy pretending to be Ian Wright nodded, went over and replaced the old coat that was inappropriate for his age with his own patched jacket, and then reluctantly took off the peaked cap on his head and stroked it carefully back and forth.

After flicking the brim of his hat a few times, he left the baking range of the warm fire and handed the set of clothes back to the doctor in front of him.

And this outstanding-looking young doctor did not hesitate and readily handed over a small pocket bag:

"If you are worried, you can count the total amount."

The boy swallowed silently, opened his pocket and looked inside, only to see dozens and dozens of 1-sule banknotes in rolls neatly arranged, and the rest were bundled with hard paper, with a denomination of 1 penny.

, also available as halfpenny and quarterpenny.

"The total is 10 pounds of hard work fee. Considering that it is more convenient for you to use, I will change it into change."

After nodding casually in response to the doctor, the boy, who looked somewhat similar to Ian, sat silently on the floor and counted the money in his bag. After repeated confirmations, he picked up his clothes and carefully put the bag close to his body.

Put it on, then stand up with your numb legs.

"It's already very late. Please be safe on your way home." Arthur Watson didn't care about the hesitant look on the boy's face and waved goodbye to him quite cordially.
To be continued...