"Damn it!" Coulson stared at his shoes, "My shoes are not bright enough!" Indeed, walking on the marble floor that could almost reflect the reflection, Coulson's shoes were like cow dung on the entire green grass.
"No one is looking at your shoes!" James frowned, glanced at the center of the venue, and found the mind reader Oz Cozier, "Stay here, I will come as soon as I send the signal!" Then took a deep breath. , walking towards Oz.
Coulson pouted and stood outside the door. His job was very simple. When James started touching his ears, he would rush over with his police badge on, and then give James a reason to leave.
It was stupid, and the reason for that was that James, who came up with it, knew full well that Oz would be completely aware of his little escape trick. But do it anyway! Oz's invitation forced James to come. After all, Lance and Kozier were also close friends in the West. But James really doesn’t want to get along with this mind-reader, so what can he do? He can only use this stupid method. Oz knows it, and others don’t. Keep Lance and Cozier on the table. face.
"James!" Oz seemed happy to see James come forward and greeted him enthusiastically. However, as he walked, the smile on his face became helpless. He had already read James' little thoughts. He glanced at Detective Coulson who was hiding at the door, shook his head helplessly, and whispered quickly as he approached James, "Really? Just show your face and leave? I'm so sad." . But at least, how about taking a photo as an explanation to some people in the West."
Before James had time to respond, a wine glass had been handed to him, and the host had been asked on his shoulder, "The camera is there." Oz motioned to the reporter in the corner, with a complete smile on his face, raised the glass, and met James A touch from Mu Shi's hand, "Smile. Let some people in the west know that you are cooperating."
James could only obey and smile.
Then I started touching my ears, really not wanting to waste any time. But, uh, what the hell, Coulson grabbed a glass of red wine on the way here, turned around, and headed to the open bar. Looking at this situation, it is impossible to realize the promise of showing off the police badge and leaving.
Oz's little thought at this moment was 'heard', and he still whispered, "It seems that your partner doesn't want to cooperate with you. That's good. Zach happens to be late. Come and help me."
Because the camera in the corner was still facing here, James had to keep smiling. In fact, his eyes were already spitting fire when he looked at Coulson walking slowly, "You invited Zach." He also whispered.
"This is a public banquet for communication. I can invite anyone." He answered with a grand reason first, and then, "And I have to invite him, look over there." Oz gestured in the direction of the band's performance, Morelin stood there with a glass of wine, seemingly in a daze, "He has been there for half an hour, and I have been absentmindedly socializing with these people here for half an hour." What is this guy saying? "It seemed like none of us had thought of how to start the conversation."
"I can't help you." James glanced at the people here. It was an industry exchange event. James couldn't understand what these people were wearing. Really, James saw the woman wearing shells. They were not decorations. The embellishment is covered with shells.
Oz glanced at James and said, "Me too." This is what mind readers can do to respond to other people's thoughts instantly. To be honest, this is a very annoying ability. When James frowned for a moment, Oz continued, "Kozier's men's clothing concept is very simple and traditional, you can say that. But women's clothing, I really don't understand it, but since I want to expand this aspect of business , you must get in touch with these..."
"I don't care!" James lowered his voice.
Oz curled his lips and pushed James to start walking in the direction of the band.
"What are you doing!" James was resisting, but don't be naive. Mind-reading Oz's hand could always stop James in the direction he was trying to dodge in advance, pushing James forward without any hindrance. Morelin's direction approached, "I told you I can't help you!"
"There's no need to refuse." Oz smiled, "I just need someone to help us open up the situation." He glanced at James, "The way mind readers communicate with each other, even if I tell you, you probably It’s also impossible to understand. So, all you have to do is stand there and keep the superficial topic in a peaceful place.”
How do mind readers communicate? Superficial topic? Well. James's face darkened, and he glanced resentfully at Coulson in the direction of the bar.
Coulson responded with a smug smile and mouthed, 'Leave? joke? ! It's not a good thing to be a partner with you. It's rare to get some glory from 'Lance'. How can I not enjoy it when I get to such an occasion? '
James doesn't have the ability to read lips, but he can completely pick up on Coulson's thoughts. I can only feel helpless.
Before approaching Morelin, Morelin had already turned around, glanced at James, nodded with a smile, and then looked at Ozzie Cozier who was also smiling.
The mind reader's conversation begins.
"Mr. Morelin, I have long admired you."
"Mr. Cozier, I have long admired you."
Well, it started quite peacefully, but what happened to the veins popping up on their foreheads at the same time? Well, that was probably the conversation beneath the surface. It's such a pity that unless we are mind readers, we wouldn't be able to know.
"It seems we have a common acquaintance." Oz, "Detective James Lance. I saw the suit that Mr. made for James, and I admire his skills."
James frowned, "I've never worn it in front of you, where did you see it." Of course, he was ignored.
Morelin, "I'm honored that my work is appreciated by the owner of the most famous men's clothing brand in the Federation." He raised the wine glass in his hand, "That was just a spur-of-the-moment work, because I have a relationship with this Detective Lance. It’s a gift from a mutual friend, given as a meeting gift.”
"No." James stared at the two mind readers, "That was not given to me, you took my money." Of course, he was still ignored.
"Is the common friend you mentioned Mr. Grande from Grande Funeral Home in the South District?" One more vein popped up on his forehead.
Uh, what exactly are these two mind readers 'communicating' about? So intense!
"Oh? Does Mr. Cozier's social circle also include the South Side? He actually knows Mr. Grande."
James wants to leave, sir, sir. Such a formal conversation, where he clearly knew it but was so formal, was simply uncomfortable to listen to. But, this time, two hands blocked the direction in which he was trying to escape. Haha, gave Coulson a resentful look again.
"We met by chance." Oz smiled, beads of sweat beginning to form on the hairline of his forehead. Hum, probably, laughing is a very difficult thing, "Speaking of which, I also invited Mr. Grande, but he seems to be late."
"You're late." Morelin was in a similar situation. The flat surface of the wine glass in his hand slightly reflected the excessive force of the person holding him. "Detective Lance, do you know why Mr. Grande is late?"
Very good, the two mind readers looked at James at the same time, and at the same time, their slightly open mouths were slowly exhaling, as if this was an intermission.
So this is ah! This is called maintaining superficial conversation in mind-reader communications that are incomprehensible to ordinary people. It is simply the highest level expression of a conversation with something to say. It's just that the level is too high, and mortals can't fully understand it.
James said with a sullen face, "I don't know!"
The two mind readers took a deep breath together and looked at each other again. The veins that had just subsided popped up again, and the conversation continued.
"Speaking of which, since we met, I have always admired Mr. Grande's taste in clothes. He told me that they are all your works, Mr. Morelin."
"Thank you. Mr. Grande has been a loyal customer of mine for ten years."
This whole 'conversation' has been an ordeal for James, and he's praying, please, please don't bring this up about Zach anymore!
The two mind readers raised their eyebrows together, glanced at James, and then smiled and shook their heads.
Is James going to be happy that his prayers were answered? No, he regretted praying.
"As far as I know, Kozier has been developing in the west. Why did he suddenly come to the east?" Morelin smiled, "Haha, I'm asking this for everyone in this exchange meeting."
"How can a great brand limit itself? Kozier no longer only caters to the western market."
The topic went to the West, and James' face darkened. He would rather the two guys talked about Zach.
"Oh? Is the market in the west already saturated?"
"Yes, the west, haha, has a top. If Kozier can't continue to develop higher, then developing horizontally and horizontally is the way out, isn't it?"
James could actually understand this exchange, but looking at the two mind readers, their foreheads were covered with tiny beads of sweat, and the liquid in the wine glasses was fluctuating at high frequencies. James' "understanding" seems to be completely childish. The two owners of the conversation are going deeper into this superficial conversation.
"You, a master of Kozier, say such things as a way out, haha, it really makes a small businessman like me ashamed."
"Please don't. I am a person who loves this industry. It is natural for me to want to develop better."
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Never mind the uncomfortable dialogue here, Zack is here, finally.
At the entrance, without even entering, I saw three people in the direction of the band. Then he actually breathed a sigh of relief, wished James good luck in his heart, and then turned around to leave.
If James took over this stressful social event, there would be no need for Zach to continue to appear, right? It just so happened that Zach also needed to go home and calm down because he had just been scolded by Anthony.
Yes, before coming, with the mentality that he didn’t care if he was late anyway, Zach went to find Anthony first—
It can be regarded as completing the commission brought by Aisela to her husband.
It’s not necessary to describe it in such a long-winded way, it’s what Ethela always wanted to emphasize, and after Zach saw Anthony, he could only continue to emphasize like this - “Aisela means that helping her husband is good for Barton. , which means that the beneficiary does not need to be short-sighted and think that it is the current Aisela herself, the future, the mayor of Barton in the next four years, and this mayor will not be Aisela, but you, Anthony."
Then Zach was criticized, "Where do you get your certainty? According to the results of the first poll, I was only two points higher than Aisela! Now if I make the slightest mistake, these two points will change to hers." ! You... uh, what's the use of telling you! What do you know! I told you, don't worry about these things! "
That's it, so Zach is really not in a good mood now.
"Hey! Mr. Grand!" Coulson ran over, still a little lame, "You're here too!"
Zach could only smile and say, "I'm getting ready to leave."
"Oh! That's such a pity." Coulson curled his lips, "I don't know anyone here, and I have nothing to talk to those guys." He glanced at the direction of the band, "Lance was tripped over there too. , I thought this kind of occasion would be interesting, but it turned out to be quite boring. I don’t know what to do now except enjoying the wine and food here.”
Zach smiled in response. He wasn't going to be bored with Coulson, "Well, see you later." He turned around and left. Coulson was left disappointed and returned to the venue, wondering if it was still too late to implement James' escape plan.
Forget about Coulson, haha, and forget about Zach, let alone the mind-reader who is having a conversation that we mortals can't understand anyway. We looked at a slightly strange place.
The dinner hosted by Kozier took place at the Lister Hotel. After all, there was only one landmark in the small city of Barton.
As the tallest building in Barton, it is also a commercial building. The internal structure of this building, I mean the 'inside', ventilation ducts, freight passages... In short, it is not accessible to ordinary people, and it is not even prepared for people to pass through the entire building. In the complex passage, inside the wall in a corner of the banquet president, there are two, um, people.
"I knew it," Bumi's voice said, "We are wasting our time as to whether there is any valuable information to be obtained from such a public banquet."
"It's not a waste of time. At least it's confirmed that there are two mind readers in Patton now. One is Cozier and the other is Morelin. It's also confirmed that there were rumors that General Lance's son was transferred to Patton. That one Detective Lance." Dora's voice said, "Now at least we have confirmed the Sabbat's power in Barton."
Bumi's disappointed voice said, "There is still no Toledo. Fortunately, I still have some hope. He will definitely come to such a social place."
After being quiet for a while, he said, "It's not surprising that he didn't come. After all, he has disappeared for such a long time. He probably no longer has the habit of attending social events everywhere. I am curious how he survived for so many years and how he came to Barton." This, uh, inexplicable place."
"We should go to the police station." Bumi suggested. "That's where the news comes out. We should..."
"No, Bumi, we have already discussed it. Director Darcy, the people from the Sabbat, and now they have discovered the mind-reader Cozier, and that Detective Lance. We need to be careful! After understanding the situation of Barton's forces, Until a certain point, we have to be careful!”
"Okay, then you can continue to waste time here, I'm going back."
"Okay, you go back and look after Mokawi."
"Uh, Dora, let's change. I'm wasting my time here. You go back and look after Moka..." (.)