Fantasy Writers 1860

Chapter 95 A Game Within a Game

"This time, finally no one else is in the way?" Polina's eyes suddenly lit up.

I can finally enjoy some time alone with my older sister!

She blinked and asked tentatively, "Sister Lily, isn't Dorian going this time?"

"I'm not going." Lily shook her head. "There's something fishy about this mission."

"Strange?"

"Landon Harris has disappeared. He's the tech expert who killed his own demi-human assistant, the one reported in the newspapers," Lily said coldly. "He disappeared under Scotland Yard's security. What's even more suspicious is that before he disappeared, he revealed information about the illegal demi-human auction to a former detective who was merely a 'shared idealist,' and even invited him to go with him."

Polina's smile froze on her face: "You mean—"

"Langdon isn't stupid." Lily's eyes sharpened instantly. "How could an academician, a renowned expert in magical technology, easily reveal such information to a Scotland Yard inspector? Unless—"

She paused, then said, word by word, "Unless he, or someone behind him, wants Inspector Leeds to know this."

Polina shuddered: "So—the information about that auction might have been deliberately leaked to lure us there—"

"The Blue Blood Gang used the auction as bait to lure out the members of the Investigative Order, then wiped them all out in one fell swoop." Lily said, as if to say...

Ghost stories generally reveal one's own conjectures.

Polina felt a chill. "Then—should we still go?"

"Go." Lily's answer was decisive. "After all, this is currently the only lead in the book smuggling case."

That's true. Avoiding risks isn't like my older sister. Polina thought to herself.

Lily turned around, a glint in her eyes: "Just be careful. Besides, it's not just the two of us; Roderick will be going with us too."

"Roderick?" Polina was taken aback. "The 'cover page' of the second squad?"

"That's right." Lily nodded. "He's good at adapting to changing circumstances, and this situation might be more suitable for him to perform well."

Although Polina was somewhat disappointed that her romantic getaway had fallen through, she also understood that having another reliable ally was a wise move in the face of a situation that was likely a trap.

Since Roderick is here to be the "cover" of this temporary team, then I will be the "title page".

The main damage dealer should definitely be the older sister.

She took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, I'll go get ready."

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a luxury hotel in the Lentini East district, in an extremely luxurious room, flames crackled in the fireplace, illuminating several somber figures within.

The leader of the Blue Bloods, "Emperor" Kirk, was sitting in a large leather chair, holding a glass of deep red wine.

He was a burly man with a sharply defined face that exuded coldness and authority, and his hawk-like eyes were scrutinizing a newspaper spread out on the table.

Dark red velvet curtains completely blocked out the outside light. The room was furnished with various valuable items, and several rare and genuine paintings hung on the walls.

Few people know that this luxury hotel is also owned by the Blue Blood Gang and serves as their headquarters.

"Mr. Hakimi—" Kirk murmured the name, a sneer playing on his lips. "He's really going to cause us trouble—the elders of the Order are very dissatisfied with this novel."

The newspaper spread out on the table was the Lentinion Weekly, and Kirk was reading the edition containing the latest chapter of "Fool Wilson".

He put down his wine glass and turned his gaze to a somewhat unfamiliar figure on the opposite sofa.

The unfamiliar figure suddenly spoke up, "However, I must say, this Mr. Hakimi is indeed very talented. I've been reading his jokes since the very beginning."

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Kirk had no interest in literature, not even in putting on a show. So he ignored the stranger's words, got up, and walked to the other side of the room to stand in front of the wall.

A huge map of Lontinion hangs on the wall, marked with different colors of markers, showing the Blue Blood Gang's various strongholds and networks in Lontinion.

His finger landed on a spot marked with a red circle on the riverbank. "The day after tomorrow, we'll be holding a high-end demi-human auction. Ostensibly, it's about selling those lowly bloodlines, but actually—"

"Actually, the purpose of this auction is to lure out all the rats hiding in the shadows," the unfamiliar figure completed Kirk's unspoken words. "But how are you going to tell which people are just ordinary buyers and which are the damned investigators?"

"Ha, I didn't expect our scholar, Mr. Langdon, to be so compassionate, even thinking of distinguishing between innocent participants? Shouldn't he just send down heavenly fire and blow everyone up together?" Kirk smiled and swirled the wine in his glass, the wine glowing crimson under the dim light of the magic crystal lamp.

The stranger was none other than Landon Harris, the magic technology expert who had disappeared from his home under the security of Scotland Yard.

"I admit that I have a certain zeal for the Order, but that doesn't mean I'm crazy. As a scholar seeking truth," he said, "it's just a normal reaction in the face of truth." His eyes gleamed with an almost fanatical devotion, and his whole being exuded an abnormal fervor.

"Although I really wanted to use your Heavenly Fire to send everyone to heaven directly, the High Priest gave instructions that we must not cause any unforeseen complications at this crucial moment, so I made a plan instead." Kirk's tone seemed somewhat regretful.

"It depends on what they're looking for," Kirk said. "Regular buyers, or those who come out of curiosity, will only focus on the auction items—the demi-human bloodline, their looks, or whatever else is interesting."

"And those who are truly here for the cult will be interested in all sorts of strange information. Who's asking about things they shouldn't be asking about, who's paying attention to the security arrangements for the auction, who's looking at things they shouldn't normally be looking at—"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Those people are the targets we're looking for."

"And then what?" Langdon pressed.

"We'll stage an accident," Kirk said casually. "I'll arrange for a group of people to impersonate a radical demi-human liberation organization, pretending to rescue" the auction items. In the chaos, the investigators will either be hit by stray bullets or executed by the enraged "liberators"—

He spread his hands, feigning innocence: "It's perfectly reasonable. It was all done by those demi-human liberation organizations. It has nothing to do with us."

"Speaking of which, what exactly is the principle behind your new bloodline screening method?" Kirk asked curiously. "How is it able to screen out one-sixty-fourth of a human bloodline? Even in Mr. Hakimi's novel, there were only characters with one-thirty-twoth of a human bloodline."

"Actually, it's quite simple, but no one has ever thought of it this way before, and this is exactly what the Dawnless Order told me—the truth hidden by those orthodox churches." Langdon's voice suddenly took on a sacred quality, like a missionary about to begin preaching.

"The race of demi-humans should never have existed in the world in the first place."

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