Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1543: Dream is broken in Qiming (22)

Chapter 1543 The dream is broken in Qiming (twenty-two)

"A collaborator?" Hearing this, Bedivere suddenly thought of the two thieves he had met before.

When he was in Zvar, the Sword Saint Jacques instructed two street children to help him steal, and took the stolen goods for himself and exchanged them for food to support himself and his little men them. This made him look like the leader of a small criminal organization - even if in fact, Sword Saint Ark, regardless of his background or ability, was overkill in this kind of criminal organization.

In order to keep a low profile, did the old man Yake not come forward in person and let others work for him?

However, there is no evidence to show that the "criminal organization" involved in Sword Saint Jacques does not have other branches in other cities. Maybe his influence has already expanded to South Africa? Maybe he is secretly instructing some street children, or the gangsters in the slums, to carry out some shady deeds in secret?

It's fallen, Sword Saint Ark. Bedivere thought to himself. The great swordsman who once shook the whole of Europe has now become the leader of a criminal gang, doing some dirty stealing. Let Lancelot know that his own father has become like this, and I don't know what the Knight of the Round Table, who is now known as the Juggernaut, will think?

"Then, since Sword Saint Yake has a collaborator, things will be easy to handle." The shadow agent hummed and then analyzed: "Then just follow the vine and find out the habitual thieves and gangsters in this city. If you cross-examine and even follow them, you can find the Sword Saint Yake.

What's more, since most of those collaborators are just poor family members, but they have to help Sword Saint Yake to consume, then they will leave a record of every consumption. A poor man suddenly has a large amount of money to buy various materials. Such suspicious consumption records can be easily found out. "

"What if he has a lot of collaborators and spreads the funds out for consumption?" Bedivere asked, "This way the consumption records will become less suspicious?"

"You're right, Mr. Bedivere, he can indeed hide himself more subtly with this set-up." The shadow agent continued: "However, the possibility is extremely low. Sword Saint Jacques himself is very Clearly, his goal is to hide in the city and evade capture. So the fewer his cooperators, the better. The fewer people who know his existence, the safer he will be. According to my estimation, the number of his cooperators should not be more than three."

"It's still too much..." The King of Knights couldn't help complaining. If the Sword Saint Yake hides and only finds someone to help him buy some necessities such as food, then divide the things he needs to buy into three, and send his cooperators to buy them separately, the nuances in the consumption records , almost impossible to find.

"Not much, huhuhu." The shadow agent sneered mysteriously: "Your Majesty King Arthur, you don't know anything. It's like the darker the fire burns, the darker the shadow. This bustling big city The development of commerce also represents the huge gap between the rich and the poor. For the poor in this city, even if they just buy one more apple a day, the difference in consumption level is huge."

"How could ------" Bedivere couldn't help but complain. Is it really that exaggerated?

"It's such an exaggeration." The shadow agent seemed to be able to read minds, and directly answered what Bedivere didn't say in his heart: "What's more, Sword Saint Jacques couldn't have thought so carefully. The subtle differences between the two apples are also hidden. He is even less likely to know that I will find the most subtle differences from the hundreds of millions of consumption records every day from the national public consumption data server. Data mining is my proud skill. One of them."

Bediver's heart shudders when he hears it. Citizens of this country, under the completely electronic commercial consumption model, are simply unconcealed. Their ** can be said to be completely non-existent. Knowledgeable hackers can easily find them. Every person, every day, every consumption, What have you bought.

"Take it, this is a list that records the abnormal consumption of slum dwellers in Pretoria in the last week. There are a total of sixty people on this list, and these people lived every day during the week. Consumption has more than doubled than usual. Exclude those who have found windfalls first. The poor who are unlikely to have windfalls and do not have regular jobs are half of the list.

Among the more than 30 people, only seven people were left who were habitual thieves or had criminal records.

These are the seven most likely to be the facilitators of Sword Saint Yake, and I have marked them with red pen.

The others are not completely excluded from the list of suspects, but I think you'd better start your investigation with the seven circled. "

"Very well, I take it." The King of Knights took a scroll from the shadow agent. In fact, this thing is not thick. The list of 60 people, together with the addresses of these people, is just a short list. As for the seven people who were circled with red pen, the information was several times more detailed than the others.

King Arthur had to admire the analytical abilities of the shadow agents, who narrowed their search scope from tens of millions of people in big cities to this list of sixty people by analysis alone.

"I don't think I need to stress anymore? Be low-key." The shadow agent instructed: "Let your knights in armor sniff around the city, but they will startle the snakes and frighten the swordsmen. Jacques hid deeper. It would be almost impossible to find him at that time."

"Of course I understand." The Knight Dynasty, Bedivere, winked and said that he was leaving: "Then, see you later, Shadow Agent. The people from Great Britain will come and pay for the information you negotiated. "

Bediver, beside him, wonders how much money this is. Asking a capable intelligence businessman like a shadow agent for information, the other party must be offering it at an exorbitant price.

"You don't need to pay the money for now. Let's talk about it when you actually catch the Sword Saint Yake. I am also very interested in Sword Saint Yake's betrayal of Great Britain back then. When you catch him, remember to let me and He chatted for a while, maybe he would find some clues about the events of the year."

"Yes." The King of Knights readily agreed.

Then the shadow agent added: "Also, I have something to talk to that werewolf, can I?"

Arthur stopped and gave Bedivere another wink. The werewolf youth shrugged.

"I'll be waiting for you outside." Arthur walked out of the room and closed the door. The shady barrier attached to the wall immediately spread and blocked the door. In this way, this is a completely closed area, and the conversation between Bedivere and the shadow agent in this room cannot be heard by the outside world.

"What's your business with me?" Bedivere asked, slightly displeased.

"You are so interesting, [people who do not exist in the world]." The shadow agent hummed: "As long as people in this world have lived, they will leave some traces in the world to some extent. But you are What's going on? Your [trace] is almost as if it was forcibly erased by some huge force. The traces of you before the age of thirteen do not exist at all, as if you did not exist in this world before the age of thirteen It seems that it just popped up out of nowhere."

The werewolf youth was startled. He waited viciously for the shadow agent: "Who are you? What magical magic did you use to see through other people's past like this?"

"I have my own way." The shadow agent said mysteriously.

Bediver was silent for a while, then turned around and wanted to go after giving the other party a blank look: "If you have nothing else important to tell me, then I should go. What a waste of time."

"You, bear the calamity." Regardless of Bedivere's ignorance, the Shadow Agent muttered to himself.

"What?"

"You bear the calamity." The shadow agent repeated, in a more mysterious, even sinister tone:

"Wherever you go, everything will be destroyed and ravaged.

Everyone you love will die.

Everything you seek will pass between your fingers and become nothingness.

The redemption you are waiting for is illusory.

You will be assassinated by someone you love with great grief.

You will lose everything, not even the guardian, and wander forever in loneliness.

You will be haunted by an absolutely inescapable fate, swallowed by darkness and consumed by despair.

Because of you, such a sinner.

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How much you have borrowed from this world, how much you will pay back in the end.

"

Bediver, who had already walked several steps, stopped at this time.

"Bullshit." The werewolf youth was slightly indignant, disapprovingly.

"What I said is true." The shadow agent retorted confidently: "I may not have the ability to foresee the future, but I can infer the changing trends of things related to you from your past and present. All of this is bound to happen to you. Because you are [the one who does not exist in the world], [the one who is not allowed by the world], [the one who bears the curse]."

"What fate is, I don't know, and I have no interest in knowing it." Bedivere took a deep breath and didn't look back: "But if fate is so unreasonable, I don't even know fate. They all smashed together. I did it once, and I will do it again. So, keep your **** for yourself. This kind of **** that doesn't even count as a fart doesn't scare me at all."

He steps out of the room without looking back.