Learn one small skill every day

You should be secretly happy.

Bai Miao thought to himself, "The rent alone is several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan every month. That's much more stable than the money made by those who run businesses."

However, the thought that he had received tens of millions of responses without lifting a finger made Bai Miao feel much more at ease.

Who isn't a rich dog at heart?

"By the way, Dr. Moriarty, there are dances and other events on Vic Street and in the surrounding neighborhoods every now and then. If you're interested, you can go and attend. Just take your house key there, and the doorman will let you through."

The social interactions of the upper and middle classes...

Bai Miao wasn't particularly interested in these things, but balls were excellent sources of information, and he would definitely miss out on a lot of intelligence if he didn't go.

Bai Miao has tried visiting his neighbors these days.

However, after getting to know them, Bai Miao didn't see a trace of the residents of Abyss Street in these neighbors.

Aside from their professions being somewhat similar, they are completely different.

Indeed, the two cannot be simply linked together.

After discussing with Hearst some things to keep in mind at the ball and the general situation of the other neighborhoods, the two-hour treatment session came to an end.

Bai Miao helped Hearst put her shoes and socks back on and helped her into her wheelchair.

“Mr. Moriarty… I can feel my legs getting warm; your treatment seems to be working.”

Whether it was a polite compliment or not, Bai Miao smiled and thanked him.

"Thank you for your trust and support, Miss Hearst. See you next Wednesday."

"Ah."

The servants were already waiting at the door, and Bai Miao watched the two of them gradually disappear into the distance on the rain-soaked stone path.

Until the two were completely engulfed by the thick black mist.

"Hey, here we go again."

Bai Miao had gotten used to seeing the scenery inside Abyss Street from time to time.

Since moving into Vic Street, scenes from Abyss Street have appeared approximately once a day.

Bai Miao now prefers to call it a hallucination.

The scenery of Abyss Street will not have any effect on Vic Street; the black mist appears and then dissipates.

Such hallucinations last for a maximum of twenty seconds.

This time, the black fog only lasted for ten seconds, which is average.

As soon as the black fog dissipated, Bai Miao saw Dr. Lecter walking out of the block.

Dr. Lecter lived at 6 Vic Street, a fairly central location, and he had been a tenant there before Hearst took over the estate.

He had short, blond hair combed back, was nearly forty years old, unmarried, and his eyes were filled with wisdom and composure.

The two were acquaintances, though they only nodded to each other.

Good morning, Dr. Lecter.

"Hello, Dr. Moriarty, how is the clinic going? Do you need any advice on the initial setup of the clinic?"

Dr. Lecter stopped outside Bai Miao's house, holding a black umbrella in one hand and raising the other to greet him. His blue suit was exceptionally neat, without a single wrinkle.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can manage the current situation, since there aren't many patients."

"The best situation for us doctors is when there are no patients."

Dr. Lecter joked, "Otherwise, like me today, even in the light rain, I still have to make house calls to patients with mobility issues."

“I remember your consultation fees are not cheap.”

"Since the other party can pay such a price, it seems I'll have to add a rule that the consultation fee will be doubled in special weather conditions."

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Dr. Lecter waved goodbye to Bai Miao and got into the carriage parked outside the block.

"We've almost completely settled down."

After returning to the second floor and receiving Hearst, Bai Miao felt that his life as a doctor was finally on track.

Having a respectable identity and a stable residence made it easier to carry out intelligence gathering work.

"Where should we begin..."

There are just too many places I want to investigate.

Even the daily newspaper articles can serve as a starting point for investigation.

Those are places where hunters have frequented.

These hunters were indeed elusive; they would appear precisely after the night bells rang and disappear before the daytime bells rang, leaving only the victims' corpses as proof that they had been there.

But this is a point that Bai Miao can exploit.

The less contact the hunter has with other people in Yar City, the less others know about the hunter.

Since he had transitioned from a hunter to a doctor, no one else had sufficient evidence to question his identity.

At the same time, we can understand the spatial representation of Bai Miao's system.

"Let's start with the dances and see what the upper and middle classes in this city are doing."

Ultimately, Bai Miao chose the ball.

There's one tonight.

Chapter 172 I'll Play You to Death

The ball in the city of Yar was very different from what Bai Miao had imagined.

Because the streets outside the city of Ar were not safe after the bells rang, and the balls were often held at night.

Therefore, even after the ball ends, the guests who came to the ball will not leave, but will stay overnight at the venue.

However, dancing all night long is the most common thing.

The ball continues all night long, before the morning bells ring, and there are also rooms upstairs for accommodation.

This is a carnival for the upper-middle class.

Bai Miao plans to attend a ball tonight, hosted by Dr. Kelman, an authority on ophthalmology in Arles.

Each ball reportedly consumes tens of thousands of echoes, which are usually paid for generously by the organizers themselves.

Before sunset, Bai Miao arrived at the venue of the ball, a magnificent Western-style mansion.

This mansion was just one of the properties under Dr. Kelman's name, and it was specifically used to host balls.

The value is approximately five million.

After showing the key to Vic Street, the doorman bowed respectfully and led him into the garden of the mansion. Two maids immediately greeted him and registered Bai Miao's identity.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time attending Dr. Kelman's ball? Please tell me your name, occupation, and address."

“White Moriarty, I am a doctor, currently residing at 13 Vic Street.”

Upon hearing the word "doctor" and the address "Vic Street," the two maids' eyes lit up, and they moved even closer. Bai Miao could smell the perfume they were wearing.

Imagine if any guests get tired of dancing, they can simply bring a maid to their room for the next activity.

Bai Miao arrived relatively late. Jazz music, performed by a live symphony orchestra, filled the spacious hall.

At this moment, the guests are chatting and drinking, and it's not time for the formal dancing yet.

Some people cast curious glances at Bai Miao after he walked in.

The addition of new faces always draws extra attention.

Bai Miao greeted everyone proactively and handed out the promotional brochures he had prepared in advance.

"A rehabilitation physician?"

Although it seems a bit unreliable, living on Vic Street suggests they must have some financial resources.

Especially after they discovered that Bai Miao had produced the manual out of thin air, they gained a deeper understanding of Bai Miao's identity.

"hunter?"

"Was he a hunter who switched to being a doctor?"

"My clinic is now open. If you or your friends need treatment, you are welcome to come for treatment. I guarantee that the contents of the brochure are not false at all."

Bai Miao also took a glass of wine from the tray held by the waiter and introduced himself among the many celebrities.

Soon, this former hunter, now a doctor, made a deep impression on everyone present.

The main problem is the stark contrast.

In their imagination, hunters are a group of dark, crazy, and vicious people.

But this person was eloquent and his manners and etiquette were impeccable.

They all began to doubt whether Bai Miao was truly a hunter.

But the hunter's personal space is undoubtedly irrefutable evidence.

"Um, Mr. Moriarty, I'd like to ask, after you stop being a hunter, will the space still exist?"

"of course."

Anyway, no one knew any other guys who weren't hunters, so the conversation about hunters was completely dominated by Bai Miao.

The greatest opportunity for upper-middle-class people to come into contact with hunters in their lifetime is to become the hunter's target.

During this ball, Bai Miao also discovered someone who interested him.

The Margarets.

These are the parents of Miss Margaret, whom Bai Miao diagnosed as pregnant.

Good evening, both of you.

Margaret and her husband were somewhat surprised to see Bai Miao take the initiative to speak to them, but then they were also delighted.

Is there something about my home that could attract him?