Another self?
The moonlight shining obliquely through the window to the floor reflected a faint silver glow, and the sound of footsteps gently echoed in the room, just like two Korums looking in the mirror in the dark room, one Sitting and standing against each other with weird smiles, the scene was a little frightening.
"You don't have to pretend to be me and enter this base every time, right?" Although he knew that the face opposite was fake, Krumm still felt a little hairy in his heart.
"This is the most convenient." Even the voice and demeanor were exactly the same.
Krumm has never seen the other person's true face. He unconsciously moved his eyes away from his "self" face, pointed to the report and transfer order on the table and said: "The headquarter may be aware I have some questions, so I need to swap a Captain from East Blue with me. This is the Captain's profile."
"Yarlin!" Standing Krum picked up the report and opened the paper. Page, a name leaps into his pupils, and his eyes move to a frontal half-length photo next to him. Wearing a tall Marine suit, there is no expression on his face that looks stern, especially a pair of eyes, like two The pupils overlapped weirdly to form a weird imaginary edge, "East Blue, Marine 153 branch, Paramecia Devil Fruit Ability User, the fruit ability is tentatively judged to be manipulating black lines…"
" What a terrible news, I will bring the news back to the president." I scanned the report roughly, then rolled it up and stuffed it into my arms to hide it.
Taking a sip of wine, a tyrannical hostility appeared on Korum's face sitting on the sofa. He smashed the bottle with five fingers and blasted it open, and the liquor passed through the wide finger gaps. Splashing, "Kill him!"
"What?"
"I said to kill this Yarlin Captain, to create the illusion of a Pirate attack or other and so on accidents, As long as he dies, I can continue to stay at Alabasta. You probably don't want to come to another unfamiliar Marine Captain."
"I will convey your request back."
"We have been working together very happily, and we will definitely be happy in the future, but if we change another person, we may not be able to maintain this situation." Korum shook off the glass from his palm Muzi, he stood up and stood in front of the fake Korum, and said every word: "Kill! He!"
"I will ask you to be intact, including the tone and manner. I'll send it back." Fake Krumb squeezed his mutilated right ear slightly and pushed the door to leave.
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A series of small footprints stepped on the desert, rolling up a burst of smoke and dust behind This is a fast-running Kelu duck, with a water jar hanging around its neck, taking a sip from time to time, and carrying a green satchel on its back.
In the distance, behind a buried building in the desert that only exposed the ruined building, a silhouette stood beckoning to the Kelu duck gently, as if it had been beaten with blood. Lu Ya quacked twice and dashed over.
"Thanks for your hard work, run fast."
The slender skirt, the face is surrounded by silk scarves, only showing a pair of bright eyes, she squatted down to avoid Lu Ya took out a sealed letterhead from his bag.
Opening the letterhead, there is a short note inside. After scanning it twice, her breathing became a little hurried, and then she quickly recovered her calm, drew a match and lit the letterhead. burn to ashes.
She stroked the Kelu duck's feathers, took out an iron pot filled with water and replaced it with the Kelu duck, and then quickly moved towards the sand and dust, the soil surrounded by wind and sand in the distance Surrounded by the wall, she squatted down and fumbled at the root of a wall, then pulled up a buried iron ring. Connecting to the iron ring was a rusty iron plate, exposing the hidden space below.
This is a hidden place in the Baroque Works room, as there are many hidden or disguised places throughout Alabasta.
The stairs extending downward from the underground entrance look like it is leading to the esophagus of rare beast. The wall next to it is very rough, and the visibility is dim, only a faint light from the innermost. There were still faint voices, but they couldn't hear clearly.
The exit of the stairs turned to the sight of a middle-aged man with strange curly hair. Circles of wavy curly hair were draped on both sides of his shoulders, his expression seemed a little stiff, until he saw the stairs The expression of the person who walked down eased.
"Mr.8, you are too nervous, you have to relax a little bit." Untie the scarf to reveal a soft watery blue hair with an unusually charming and young face, her I glanced over Mr.8 and looked inside, some silhouettes were walking under the shadow of the dim light. Occasionally, I glanced over and quickly retracted.
Some intermediate agents in these all are Baroque Works rooms came to this gathering place to receive the tasks arranged above, or to inquire and communicate some information exchanges in private.
"Miss. Wednesday, I just showed constipation, no one would doubt and so on." Mr.8 looked at the past with a trace of love hidden in his eyes, he whispered: " I heard rumors in the room. Some time ago, a senior agent seemed to have a problem in the operation."
"What rumors?" Miss. seemed a little absent-minded on Wednesday. She was still digesting the letter and passing it on. News.
"The specific action content is not clear, but it is certain that Mr.3 and Mr.5 seem to have lost contact during that action, and have not reported back to the studio." Mr.8 scans I glanced at all around and saw that no one had noticed, and his voice lowered lower: "I carefully analyzed the rumors I heard, and felt that their action might be related to the dancing fans." /p>
"It's related to dancing fans?" Miss. was stunned on Wednesday, and then her tone became nervous and serious: "Finally found information about the Baroque Works room that may be related to dancing fans. Can you be sure?"
"There is a very high probability. However, it is difficult to continue to inquire. I know that some of the insiders are senior agents, and they are very strict." Mr.8 frowned, "But I listen There is a name, Longshi Trading Company."
"Longshi Trading Company?"
"Yes, it seems to be a trading company formed by East Blue merchants." Mr.8replied.
The slender eyebrows are slightly twisted, Miss. Wednesday's eyes are a little weird, "The news I just received is also related to East Blue."
But she She was just a little surprised, but she didn't care about it. It was just a coincidence. She thought for a moment and said firmly to Mr.8: "We have to find a way to go to East Blue and investigate Longshi Trading Company. Even if there are only a few clues, the people of Alabasta will soon be unable to support it."