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Chapter 135 The Ripper's Bloodline (Final)
After waiting for a few minutes, the photo gradually began to take shape—a bird-faced gentleman with slicked-back hair was arm in arm with a pale-faced British man. The facial details were clear, the lighting was perfect, and there was no blurring or distortion, not even a double image!
Yoya Kuromon had vaguely anticipated this, but still looked at Martin with unwavering determination: "Are you sure it's this camera?"
Martin Sindora was also stunned at this moment: "This...then let me try?" He took the camera and pointed it at himself.
Click, another sheet of film is extruded.
A face filled with anticipation mixed with a hint of heartache and a strange expression appeared on the photograph. Judging from the expression, one might think Thomas had been broken.
"It seems things aren't as serious as you thought, that's wonderful." Kuromon Haruya stood aside, marveling at the gentleman who had generously paid half a million US dollars for travel expenses.
Indeed, after searching for charlatans all over England and spending money to the point of numbness, Sindora had already spent £50 on advance travel expenses alone. One can imagine how much he had already invested before finding himself.
The transportation and healthcare sectors are the easiest to profit from; with a little trickery, Heimen Yaoye could easily squeeze a hefty sum out of Xindora. But he's more concerned about something else right now.
"I appreciate your recommendation, but this camera isn't my type; it's too everyday."
To Martin's surprise, seeing that the shooting results were normal, Haruya Kuromon casually put her hands in her pockets with little interest, showing no intention of taking the opportunity to make an exorbitant demand:
"It's best to avoid believing in superstitious beliefs like mediums and curses, especially for us 'business people.' It wouldn't be good to fall into a trap because of some muddled things. This is my personal advice."
Does someone who sends his men to search for wizarding schools as soon as he arrives in London have the right to say that?
...No, judging from his tone, could it be that Lucius was swindled out of a lot of money back then?!
Thomas was about to make a joke when he suddenly remembered his bank savings slipping away like water, and his laughter stopped halfway through.
You should keep this!
While I wouldn't be scared out of my wits by something so trivial, if I didn't know you, I might have ended up paying a hefty price.
"Speak directly if you have anything to say."
Sindora raised her hand, slowly stroked her beard, and slyly smiled.
"Don't rush me, you'll definitely be interested in this! And only a pure-blooded old Londoner like me would know about it."
"Within the London community, there have always been rumors of a mysterious society."
Legend has it that this society dates back to the Victorian era, founded by the most outstanding alchemists of the time. No one knows the society's name, but its subsequent members all shared one thing in common—they all used animal names as code names.
“A zoo?” Kuromon Haruya instinctively thought of an organization from one of Gosho Aoyama’s sister works in his previous life.
Sindora wagged her finger and whistled in a downward tone: "That's what I used to call her that too."
"But at the beginning of this year, around the time you went to Italy, this society suddenly became active. They sent out a bounty message to the inner London community—to find all the occult clues related to the 'Raven'."
Yoya Kuromon finished the sentence for him: "And you voluntarily provided them with my information."
"Hahaha, you're still as sharp as ever."
Martin chuckled a few times as a tacit agreement: "You're quite famous in London, and you always parade around wearing that raven mask. If I don't take the reward, someone else will, so I might as well get it for myself."
Kuromon Haruya shrugged, pulled a pocket pistol from his sleeve, and released a hint of murderous intent: "I'll take 70% of the reward, plus the intelligence you obtained."
"Are you serious?!" Martin quickly raised his hands, but still tried to bargain, "I'll take 60%, and once we've settled this deal, Julia will be handled by your company."
"I'll probably take the camera with me, or you can talk to the zoo."
"Fine, they only prepaid me two million anyway."
Kuromon Haruya's face turned cold as he pulled the trigger: "It seems you think your life is only worth 1.6 million."
laugh--
Contrary to expectations, a burst of flame erupted from the muzzle. Kuromon Haruya pulled a metal box from his pocket and lit a cigarette with one hand: "The Americans have developed something new. Try it and see if it suits Londoners' tastes. Now tell me the details."
The Sindora Group is one of the important partners of the London branch. Blackgate Night just finished causing trouble in Italy not long ago, and now he really doesn't dare to cause trouble here again - if he angers Rum, his useful second-in-command, to death, he will have nowhere to cry.
Rum indirectly maintained social stability; Rum is good.
Even knowing that the other party wouldn't kill, Martin still broke out in a cold sweat: "The member I contacted was called Parrot. When she heard my name, she replied: We are not caged beasts, but arks promised to carry all things when God purifies everything."
"However, the wording she used was very strange. For example, the word 'purification' wasn't used; it was an alchemical term, I think it was..."
“Albedo.” Yoru Kurokawa silently tightened his fingers.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Martin clapped his hands in agreement, "Yes, that's the word! You people interested in the occult know so much more; I only figured it out after doing some research..."
The Philosopher's Stone is the ultimate goal in Western alchemy, believed to possess the power to turn lead into gold or create elixirs of immortality. According to existing alchemical records, the creation of the Philosopher's Stone typically involves three stages:
Nigredo, symbolizing death, decomposition, and chaos, is a stage in which raw materials are heated and decomposed, making them "blacker than black."
Albedo, symbolizing purification, purity, and light, involves refining and purifying residual substances to transform them into white.
Rubedo symbolizes rebirth; when the product turns red, it signifies the successful forging of the Philosopher's Stone.
Since that raven demon called itself "Nigredo," there is a high possibility that other demons exist that correspond to albino and erythromorphism. Kuromon Haruya never expected to hear news about albinoism here.
'I wonder if this organization calling itself Ark has any connection to it.'
He casually tucked the camera into his pocket and looked at Sindora:
"Someone has been giving me trouble lately, so this message is actually quite useful. If there's nothing else, go sign the contract; I have a flight to Los Angeles early this morning."
"Absolutely no problem, then it's a pleasure to cooperate!"
With his business ventures in the United States now underway, Martin was in high spirits.
The reason he dared to tell Kuromon Haruya this news was because he had long had the idea of transferring assets. Anyway, Julia was just an "agent" and not given away. Once this money tree was fully grown, he would sell it off completely and make a huge profit!
Stroking his beard and humming "London Bridge Is Falling," he strode confidently into Julia's lounge: "Julia, come and meet your new acting boss..."
Crimson blood spilled onto the floor tiles, gradually meandering towards his feet. A few drops of blood splattered on Julia's eyes, making her seem more vibrant in death than in life.
Her face was frozen in pain and incredulous terror; the sharp knife plunged deep into her carotid artery was clearly the cause of death. And on her trembling body, a silver-haired, blue-eyed little boy, who looked remarkably like her, sat on her waist.
His silky silver hair was stained a lovely pink by the pool of blood. Like a wolf cub whose territory had been invaded, he bared his teeth fiercely, revealing a small black hole between his white teeth—perhaps he was just losing his baby teeth. This Gin trainee raised his head, his eyes wide, pulled the dagger from Julia's throat, and glared at her menacingly.
puff.
In that instant, Sindora heard the sound of her American Dream and ambition shattering simultaneously, while Haruya Kuromon heard the sound of her heart fluttering.
He covered his mouth, trying to hide his barely suppressed laughter, and gloated as he complained to Sindora:
"Oh dear, this is so unfortunate. I helped you solve such a big problem, and now the lady you liked, Julia, has passed away. What are we going to do, Mr. Sindora?"
“This was purely accidental. I never expected Julia to be killed by her illegitimate son. Lucius, let me settle some internal affairs before we discuss this further.”
"Don't be so anxious~"
Pressing the pistol that Sindora had drawn from her waist, Yoruichi Kuromon entered the room and walked over the bloody footprints to the boy.
"Actually, I really like little boys of this age and appearance. Why don't you give this child to me instead!"
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No mole, let's have some Gin jokes.
Q: What is the antonym of "London Dry Gin"? (Answer in comments)