Chapter 37 "The Thief Who Stole the Queen Bee"

Taking the book from the opponent's hand, Yago glanced at it with a little doubt.

"The Thief Who Stole the Queen Bee"

Steal the queen bee? case? novel?

"You didn't come here just to show me this, did you, Mr. Friesen?"

Yago frowned slightly, stopped tossing coins continuously, and showed aristocratic sullenness on his face.

"of course not!"

Friesen smiled easily, and took off the top hat on his head:

"It's just to let you relax. How about it, did your family tell you about the Lingchao?"

"No."

Yago shook his head, his expression was extremely normal.

He glanced at the top hat Friesen put on the table, and then raised his gaze to look at Friesen's face:

"What the hell is Lingchao? What do you want me to do?"

"There's no need to rush this, before that."

Glancing at the thin book that Yago put on the table and pressed by his clasped hands, Friesen thought for a moment, leaned back a little casually, and leaned against the back of the chair:

"And I, I have to ask you something first?"

As he spoke, the smile on the corner of his mouth converged, revealing a half-smile, staring at Yago:

"What do you think I want to ask?"

"How do I know what you want to ask?"

Yago's right hand, which started tossing the coin again, hesitated slightly, held the coin again, and then looked at Friesen seriously and said:

"As I said, Paulin and I went backstage at the theater yesterday after the opera. We didn't have time to commit crimes."

"No, no, take it easy, it's not that, I want to ask something more special."

Friesen still had a smile on his face, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly:

"Things related to 'wizard' and 'sequence'."

"Wizard? Sequence? What's that?" Yago frowned slightly, "Is it related to the 'spiritual tide' you mentioned?"

"um, yes."

Friesen nodded, and the conversation suddenly changed, as if his thoughts were scattered, thinking of something to say:

"But you don't understand what I'm saying now."

"Apart from spiritual waves, have you ever encountered any magical, wonderful, uncommon sense, or terrifying things?"

Friesen stood up and rubbed his wrists:

"Do you have any on you?"

When Yago was about to answer, Friesen spoke again:

"Mr. Fast, what about your family members? Are there any strange phenomena? Don't hide it, we are experts in dealing with these phenomena."

Yago watched him, and finally shook his head:

"No."

"Really? Well, now I have some other things to deal with, can you wait in other places in the club first."

Friesen raised his head and looked at the clock on the other side:

"Ten minutes, ten minutes and I will find you."

"ah?"

Yago opened his mouth, dissatisfaction flashed across his face for a moment, but he finally took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Okay, I hope you can explain what you said yesterday."

After speaking, Yago was about to stand up.

However, at this moment, Friesen stared at Yago's left hand pressing on the writing, and asked again:

"By the way, Mr. Fast, I have a question, why do you keep flipping coins?"

"Huh? Why?"

Yago stuffed the silver coin directly into his pocket:

"No reason."

After speaking, Yago's left hand also left the table.

With the sound of footsteps, Yago left the room.

"Just a moment, sir, I am with you."

When Yago walked out the door, the girl also left the room together.

In the room, he was left alone.

However, soon after more than ten seconds, two people walked in.

"Yo, Friesen, how is this new guy?"

Walking in with the voice was a man in armor and a woman in a maid outfit.

"There should be no surprises."

Friesen took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on his hands after confirming that there were no holes in the gloves, then he walked to the place Yago was sitting just now, and carefully smoothed out the book that was just thrown out in a casual gesture, and then Carefully turn to the last page.

On it, there are texts written one by one:

[Steal the queen bee? case? novel? ]

[This Friesen, um, Friesen Howard? This Friesen Howard called me here for this? Could it be insinuating that I am a thief? ]

Seeing this, the woman dressed as a maid slightly raised her eyebrows at Friesen.

"Hello~Howard~"

"It's Jodhwa! Horn Jodhwa! Friesen Horn Jodhwa!"

Friesen emphasized.

[family? Why mention family again? What is the relationship between Lingchao and family? It seems that I have heard this word somewhere before, but I can't find the relevant words at all. Do I remember it wrong? Isn't it from the Bacha era? ]

[It’s all because of this word, I went to ask Elsa and old Fanks, Elsa also laughed at me if I read some strange books again, I am a graduate student in the history department! professional! That's for the history books! ! ! It’s just not sure if it’s unofficial history.]

Seeing this, the man in armor opened the notebook in his hand to the last page and showed it to Friesen:

[Curiosity, no questions, easy to get distracted]

"It's really easy to lose your mind, and suddenly your thinking diverges."

Glancing at the armor man's notebook, Friesen nodded, then turned his gaze back, and continued to read the text on it:

[This guy's top hat. Damn, I should change to a top hat too. ]

Seeing this, the three of them turned their gazes to Friesen's top hat on the table in unison.

"Poor concentration and easily distracted."

Friesen covered his forehead.

[What exactly is a spiritual tide? And what exactly does blue blood mean? My blood turned silver, does that have something to do with it? No, blue blood was mentioned in the book given by the blue blood instructor before, blue blood seems to be the name that the nobles used to call themselves, right? Because is there any relationship between spiritual tide and blue blood? Why is my blood turning silver? ]

[front, success, back, failure, front, success, front, success, back, failure]

"Front? Success? Back? Failure?"

The two turned their puzzled eyes to Friesen.

"He's flipping a coin, flipping a coin."

Friesen pressed his forehead helplessly.

['I want to ask you something? ’, ‘What do you think I want to ask? ’, does anyone still use this kind of stupid phrase that pretends to be profound? Will someone be recruited? ]

[Tch, after all, I wonder if Paulin and I are criminals, playing detective games? How stupid a detective would be to think that two spectators sitting in the audience would have time to kill and get away with the actor stepping down? ]

"Yo~Detective Game~Frisen Detective~"

The man in armor and the woman in maid outfit laughed at the same time.

PS: The queen bee should know what the stalk is talking about