After a brief period of darkness, a faint light came on. The intelligence dealer sat in the middle, holding a few large black rats in his hands. He had anticipated Lorenzo's arrival, and there was a smile on his indistinguishable face.
"Hello, Mr. Holmes," he said directly.
Lorenzo sat down in front of him with some curiosity and some confusion, while Kamu went outside to wait. There were only the two of them in this strange room.
"Are you the intelligence dealer?"
"Yes, is there anything you want to ask?"
Hearing his affirmation, Lorenzo's curiosity grew even stronger, but his eyes immediately fell on the darkness behind the intelligence dealer. There was something moving in the darkness. Looking carefully, with the vision of a demon hunter, Lorenzo saw it.
It was a swarm of rats. Countless rats were crawling and moving in that dark corner. There were many holes on the wall for these rats to pass through. Some of the rats had chains on their tails, which seemed to be some kind of symbols for transmitting information.
"You all look like you know me?"
Lorenzo was not in a hurry to ask questions. Instead, he was curious about this: how did Camu and the intelligence dealer in front of him recognize him at the first time
"Of course, you are the famous Mr. Holmes."
The informant said.
"In the Lower City, information about the Shrike is extremely valuable, not to mention that you are one of his closest associates. We all know who you are, even though we have never met you."
Lorenzo nodded. "You look like an intelligence agent now."
"Actually, we didn't want to entertain you. We don't want to have any contact with guests related to Shrike." The intelligence dealer continued.
"Why?"
"Because the Shrike is a little... weird," the intelligence dealer said without disguising.
"Oh? Tell me about it?" Lorenzo became more and more interested in this intelligence dealer.
It sounded as if he was deliberately trying to arouse Lorenzo's curiosity, but Lorenzo had to admit that he did it. In his spare time of tracking down the stowaways, he still had time to listen to the intelligence dealer's explanation.
"Mr. Holmes, do you know how we bad rats exchange information?" The intelligence dealer easily revealed this business secret.
"There are countless pieces of information, and spies are everywhere. When we meet, everyone passes the information to each other, and one person tells ten people, ten people tell a hundred people."
"But they are just vagabonds. They can't access many more confidential places." Lorenzo said that this power has its limitations.
"Yes, but we can figure out the hidden story through some small things."
The intelligence dealer's eyes sparkled.
"Think about it, Mr. Holmes. In fact, there are subtle connections between many different events. The simplest example is what your mother does at night."
Lorenzo sat up straight and listened carefully to his story.
"Depending on your family's financial situation, the discounts on food in the market, your family's tastes, etc., things that are already unknown can be guessed at a certain point."
"But this is still not accurate enough, it only exists in theory," said Lorenzo.