Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 383 The Investigation into Scott

Backlund.

Today, Hugh did not go to the East District as usual to accept his commissions for arbitration and mediation.

She saw a special mark at a certain contact point, and the masked man who had previously been in contact with her and was suspected to be from MI9 extended an invitation to meet.

After half an hour.

In a secluded but well-connected alleyway, where evacuation was always convenient, Xiu observed in the shadows for a while and, after confirming that there were no ambushes around, emerged from his hiding place, which was filled with clutter, and walked toward the man wearing the golden mask.

The man glanced at the petite bounty hunter through the cold holes in his mask.

"I have a request for you."

"Difficulty and reward?" Hugh asked knowingly.

The man adjusted the golden mask on his face and said in a low voice, "An investigation mission."

"In theory, this entrustment has no risk, but in practice, the risk may be very high."

"Initially, I'll give you 40 pounds for expenses. If you can obtain useful information, I can even give you a Sequence 7 potion recipe directly."

"What mission?" Hugh frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Such a generous offer, not only in cash but also by directly offering a potion recipe as bait, suggests this is no ordinary investigation mission.

The masked man's gaze deepened, and he said, enunciating each word clearly, "I want you to investigate James Scott."

"I need all his information, including his relationships, hobbies, lifestyle, and the detailed operations of his various businesses."

At this point, the man paused, his tone becoming somewhat playful: "Also, if he has mistresses, you must gather all the information about them."

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What?!

Xiu was suddenly startled, her pupils dilating abruptly. She had anticipated that this mission might be unusual, involving some important figures, but she hadn't expected the content to be so—explosive.

I need to investigate Scott? Does he know that Scott and I are friends?

Wait a minute, if they know he and I are friends, why would they need to ask me, an acquaintance, to investigate? Wouldn't that make it easier for the information to leak out?

Hugh's brain was working at lightning speed.

Scott has recently been in the limelight because he saved Duke Negan, so it's normal that some people want to investigate him.

However, the organization behind this masked man should be the military. With their official background, it should be easy for them to investigate Scott's businesses and personal relationships through official channels. Why would they need to find someone like me, a wild extraordinary individual?

Was he doing this on purpose? To test me? Or was he trying to use me to gauge Scott's reaction?

Or is it really just a coincidence? Their investigation into Scott has only just begun, and he, as an "arbitrator" active in the East District, just happens to be a usable link in their intelligence network?

Even so, the content of this request is just too... something! And what the heck is this "mistress"?! Does Scott even have a mistress? He doesn't even have a girlfriend, so where would he get a mistress from?!

Noticing the masked man's scrutinizing gaze, Hugh forcibly stopped thinking and asked calmly, "You mean, James Scott, the 'East End Hero' who just saved Duke Negan?"

"That's right, it's him." The masked man nodded.

"Many of his factories are in the East District, and you're very familiar with that area. You should be able to easily find out a lot of inside information."

The other party's reasoning was very reasonable—Hugh was caught in a dilemma.

If I don't take this job, will someone else? Who knows what kind of false information they might fabricate, or do something detrimental to Scott, all for the bounty?

At this moment, Hugh experienced the same feeling as Fors had back then.

When Miss Audrey commissioned them to investigate Fors' pen pal, that person was probably just as complex as she is now.

"I know James Scott is quite famous now, and he's recently gotten involved with the Negan family. If you have any concerns, you can refuse this commission; I won't force you," the masked man said when Hugh remained silent.

"No----"

After a brief moment of deliberation, Hugh raised his head, his eyes resolute, and said, "I accept this mission."

Scott had helped him and Fors a lot, and this time, it might be time to repay him for helping him control the situation.

"Brando, where are you?!"

Inside a secluded rental house in Backlund.

Tracy stood by the window, looking at the bustling crowd outside and muttering to herself. Her once captivating eyes were now bloodshot and filled with anxiety.

She had been in Backlund for several days and still hadn't found anything.

Forget about finding Brando, she couldn't even meet James Scott.

Actually, as her mother had suggested, she could ask the cult members for help, but—she didn't want to—her mother already knew of Brando's existence, and she couldn't continue to expose him to the other members of the cult.

"The investigation into James Scott hasn't made any substantial progress either; the only person they can connect him to is still that short guy—"

The image of the short girl who stopped her at the factory gate flashed into Tracy's mind.

"Hugh Deercha, a well-known 'arbitrator' in the East End —"

Since the person in question cannot be found, the only option is to target those close to him.

Time was of the essence, so she had to change her approach—

That's how it is—

Back at her lodgings, Hugh told Fors everything about the request. She wanted to hear her friend and bestselling author's opinion.

"My God! They actually think Scott has a mistress?!" Fors exclaimed in shock, jumping up from the sofa and nearly dropping her cigarette.

"Uh—" Hugh helplessly raised his hand to his forehead.

Fors, isn't your focus a bit strange? Isn't the main point that someone is investigating him?

"I—I mean, I never expected anyone to investigate Scott from this angle." Fors realized she had misspoke and quickly tried to cover it up, a slight blush of embarrassment on her face.

"Scott is so famous now, and he's even connected to the Negan family, the leaders of the Conservative Party. It's quite reasonable for someone to want to investigate his background," Hugh analyzed with a serious expression.

"This is likely a broad task; not only me, but others may have also accepted this commission."

"But I've been helping out a lot near Scott's factory lately—it feels a bit too coincidental that this assignment came up." Hugh lowered his gaze.

"Fors, what should I do?"

"I think that since you've accepted this mission, you can't just sit idly by, otherwise that masked man will doubt your abilities and sincerity," Fors said, sitting back down on the sofa and offering advice.

"You mean, you want me to give him some information about Scott?"

"Hmm." Fors nodded. "You can give him some real information that everyone knows, but which doesn't actually have any core value, to keep him calm for now."

"Just like—just like what we did with Miss Audrey, half-truth, half-lie, to complete the mission while protecting our friend."

"Well, as for the rest, let's discuss it with Scott when he gets back."

"It seems that's the only way." Hugh sighed and nodded.

Backlund, Dr. Allen's home.

"What's wrong, darling?"

Dr. Allen, who had just returned home from get off work, looked at his wife who was suddenly clutching her stomach and looked pale, and asked her anxiously.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel a little unwell—" Dr. Allen's wife waved her hand, indicating to her husband not to be too nervous.

She gently stroked her swollen belly, her brows furrowed slightly.

"I don't know why, but lately I've been having this inexplicable feeling of unease—like something big is about to happen."

At the hotel in Tingen.

Lorne was asleep.

But this time, he was very clear-headed—he was directly aware that he was in a dream.

All around was a silvery white.

Sensing the faint, almost imperceptible, sense of being watched from all around, he tentatively asked into the void, "Will Onsetin?"

Moments later, ripples spread across the surrounding silver light.

A childish voice came from Lorne's ear: "Hello, Monkey Brando."