Chapter 227

"Sean... Is he here?"

"Fortunately, I'm wearing a crow cover... Otherwise I'll be recognized..."

"However, the pseudonym I used before was also Sean. Is it a fake and hit the owner?"

Sulu's mind was full of ups and downs, and he was neither laughing nor laughing.

"Sir... Is there anything I can do for you?"

While he was thinking, the real Sean had strode over and asked politely.

But Sulu, who knew his temper well, knew that the boy was only interested in his dog.

"Nothing... Nothing, just curious about the closed building..."

Sulu shook his head.

"Because it was contracted by the black heart construction industry and commerce, there was a problem with the load-bearing structure of the building, so it can't live anymore..." Sean coughed and turned into a serious face.

"Really? Then I'll leave..."

Sulu smiled and turned away.

"By the way, your dog is good..." Sean's voice continued to come from behind.

"Sean!"

A middle-aged agent rubbed his face: "pay attention... When you're on a mission! Keep a low profile! Keep it a secret!"

"Hey... I know, I didn't say anything! And... I don't think he's a reporter!"

Sean looked seriously at Sulu's back and said, "reporters can't raise such a dog!"

……

Late at night.

Sulu returned to the apartment.

Wood, who had been smoking and waiting in the corner, immediately came forward and whispered, "the dog owner has solved it in the morning... It's just an accident. He promised not to harass or ask for compensation."

How can an ordinary villain be the opponent of a real Gang?

Sulu was relieved, nodded and said, "these days... A woman has been peeping at this apartment. Go and investigate."

"Please rest assured!"

Wood nodded quickly.

Although the shark club is not a particularly powerful Gang, it is only for the upper class. It still has a certain influence among ordinary people and the lower class poor.

"Good. I won't invite you to dinner."

Sulu went into the apartment and asked Mary to start preparing dinner.

As for Sean? It's impossible for sharks to find out anything, and it may also expose the relationship between the two sides, so suluti didn't mention it.

Harlock, who had been busy all day, was also tired. Rarely, he didn't run around, but lay down under the table waiting for a rich dinner.

In half an hour.

While eating a lamb chop sprinkled with spices and a pigeon with lemon juice, Sulu was thinking about today's harvest.

"The mysterious creatures in nya city... Can be basically ruled out..."

"They don't have any useful materials for me. Maybe I should try my luck in the suburbs tomorrow..."

"As for the 'Shadow Council'? That line can't be abandoned. Maybe it can be acquired... I have mastered the route from the city's sewer to the 'shadow Hall', although it may be the most common and the second lowest secret..."

Sulu was not surprised that Sean appeared in Rory.

After being kidnapped last time, Sean was transferred to the west coast. After a series of things, he mastered the mysterious power. It is normal to be absorbed by the 11th inning.

New phoenix is very close to Gustav, and his presence here is not unacceptable.

It's just that Sulu's current situation is not suitable to contact each other.

'sean is here... Where's rod? In his last letter, he said that he had studied with an elder demon hunter of the goddess church. After such a long time, should he have been promoted to [demon hunting expert]? "

[demon hunter] the profession has always been in the hands of the goddess of Light Church, even level 5 and level 6.

However, such a road is indeed very dangerous.

The more he deals with the spirit world, the more he understands the horror of the 'abyss' and the' devil '!

Even with the goddess of light as a helping hand, the road of demon hunters is also at a terrible risk.

Especially when promoted to legend!

"But fortunately... Even if rod has a teacher, it is difficult to reach that point in a short time..."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Sulu drank milk and read the newspaper as usual. He was going to walk his dog after breakfast.

Jingle jingle!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Who? Wood? Did what happened yesterday come to an end so soon?"

Sulu took the newspaper in both hands, and his inspiration spread, outlining the image of a middle-aged man in a dress.

"Stranger... Harlock!"

Sulu pointed to the door.

Harlock glanced at Sulu and seemed to despise his master's laziness, but he flew forward and opened the handle of the door.

"Hello, is Mr. Sean beta at home?"

A middle-aged man stood by the door, just wanted to say hello, looked at harlock's dog face, and fell silent for a moment.

"In..., who are you?"

At this time, Sulu also got up and felt that the middle-aged man had a well-trained temperament.

Well, from the perspective of clothing, it is likely to be a housekeeper.

"My name is Kim Durham. I'm the housekeeper of Mr. Owen dougwell. Sir wants to invite you to his villa."

Sure enough, Kim ducked and made a standard bow.

"Landlord Owen? What's the matter? Is it urgent?"

Sulu glanced at the carriage parked outside.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry... Advice on some professional issues."

Kim continued.

"So it is..."

Sulu understood: "just a moment, please. I'll change my clothes."

He went back to his room, took his coat, took harlock, went out of the door and got into the carriage.

Although he was surprised that he had to take a dog, Kim said nothing and ordered the carriage to move.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a beautifully built villa.

Lead by Kim DEM and take Sulu into the living room.

"Hello, my friend!"

Owen was in his pajamas and his eyes were dark. He looked up and looked at him with dull eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Owen. Can I help you?"

Sulu sat down on the sofa next to a maid bringing coffee.

"Yes... I... Have something to ask you about folklore and mystics... You should be an expert in this field."

Owen said with some difficulty.

Sulu noticed that the housekeeper and servants did not know when they had retreated, and only harlock's excited voice echoed in the living room.

"Where did you know about this?"

Sulu asked curiously.

"I am good friends with Mr. and Mrs. Roxanne. I heard about you from them, inquired about some of your deeds, and found that you are trustworthy..."

Owen seemed to be trapped in the sofa: "and I need your help!"

Has my fame spread in the circle? I hope this will not allow the 11th bureau to check the account.

Sulu kept smiling. "Please."