Within a few seconds, the peeping feeling disappeared.

Martin was not sure whether the other party recognized him, so he pretended to be fine and continued to talk to Christine.

"Then what is your club doing?" he asked pretending to be puzzled.

Christine tweaked the hair in her ears and gave Martin a tempting look: "You can do anything you want, what you can think of and what you can't think of..."

Then, she directly reached out and held Martin's arm, and her movements were very natural.

Martin's body became slightly stiff, but he immediately relaxed and showed a calm and calm smile.

The smile on Christine's face became even stronger, and she continued to act as a responsible guide to introduce Martin.

"The slightly bald guest on the balcony is Flami, a skilled painter. If you are interested in divination, there is also a fortune teller upstairs..."

Martin was confused and felt that these services were obviously not the key.

Because if it were just these things, ordinary parties could provide them, and some could even be done better.

However, there were many people in Martin's hall, and these people were obviously of extraordinary status, and they should be either rich or noble.

These people gathered here, each of them looked very excited, so something must have attracted them.

There must be a more specific and attractive reason.

"Can you take the liberty to find out who founded this club?" Martin asked calmly.

Christine was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am just a worker, and I don't know about this."

Martin felt keenly that she was lying.

Although Martin has no ability, he still sees this.

When she said this, her eyes drifted, which was different from her previous state.

But it is obvious that such a statement has long been imprinted in his mind, so if it weren't for his particular concern, it would have been ignored.

It seems that the organizer of this club has problems!

However, Martin did not ask, but walked onto a sofa and sat down, taking advantage of the situation to pull out his arm from Christine's hand.

"I'll sit here and rest for a while and listen to the music. Don't worry about me. By the way, can I give me a cup of espresso?" Martin said to Christine with a smile.

Christine waved to the waiter in a corner of the room, and then instructed Martin: "Just tell them directly if you need anything. They will do their best to meet your requirements."

After saying that, he said softly to the waiter: "Give me a cup of black coffee."

Seeing Martin closing his eyes slightly, Christine looked like she was about to be immersed in the music, and it was not easy to disturb her anymore.

"Then you can rest slowly first. I'm at the door. You can come to me if you have any needs! Hehe!"

Hearing her provocative words, Martin's heart thumped twice, but on the surface, he nodded slightly, like a veteran in the flower field.

Looking at his calm and composed appearance, the smile on Christine's face became brighter and brighter.

Moreover, there was a little more interest in the eyes when I looked at her.

...

Before I knew it, after drinking the coffee, the guests left, and even the person playing the piano changed one.

Sitting on the sofa, Martin was watching music on the surface, but in fact he was listening to the communication between the two tables of guests not far behind him.

From the words, Martin successfully found some useful clues.

The club seems to hold an auction every month, and what is on the auction deeply attracts these nobles.

It seems that the reason why these people are flocking to each other is probably because of this.

This is somewhat similar to the secret exchange that Ald took him to.

But this is relatively more open.

Because that secret exchange meeting is aimed at the extraordinary.

And even ordinary people are included.

The sunset has already set, and Martin plans to leave first and return to Shijiang Hall to discuss the case with his teammates.

...

The fiery red clouds gather in the sky to the west.

When Martin returned to Shijiang Hall, it was almost the time to get off work.

He told his four teammates directly about his experiences and speculations at the Mirash Club, as well as Ms. Kassan.

"Where do you think of this club, exactly where is it?"

After Martin finished speaking, Ms. Casan, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but ask first.

“Can you find out who built this club at 12 Birmingham Street?”

Kasan shrugged, with a bitter smile on her face, shook her head and said:

"Although all organizations in name must be reported by the Guards, but in fact they are executed... you know. However, I may be able to find out whose property rights are of this house."

That's better than having no clue.

Martin nodded slightly, indicating that he could understand what Casan said.

"As for the case itself, you handled it very well, and you found the doubts so quickly." Captain Mike sincerely praised him, "Since that's the case, you will continue to follow up on the case with full authority. Remember, don't show off."

From Captain Mike's words, Martin could clearly feel that this serious and rigid gentleman had recognized his abilities to a considerable extent and felt that he could stand alone.

This is undoubtedly a good information, and Martin himself cherishes it very much.

...

At night, Martin continued to study Di Mongolian.

The heavy cover is turned on.

Martin has "read" all the contents of the first two pages of this book.

About a quarter of the content was translated, and he had no hope of deciphering the rest in a short time.

However, the translated content has attracted Martin very much.

This is a book that explores the bondage.

The constraints of extraordinary abilities are like fatal weaknesses for extraordinary people, and everyone keeps silent.

Over time, an unwritten agreement was formed.

Exploring the bondage of others is considered by almost all extraordinary people to be very impolite.

Martin wanted to know the relationship between various constraints and abilities.

For example, the ability to burn has been wanted, but it has not been able to burn successfully because it has not been able to find the corresponding constraint clues.

The title of the book has disappeared with the damage to the cover.

Through repeated comparisons, guesses and confirmation of these words, Martin summarized the general content of the first two pages.

The author divides bondage into three major categories.

The first type of responsibility type is also the most common type of constraint.

The specific performance is the same as Martin's first constraint.

...

This kind of constraint is often related to the name of the sequence and requires the extraordinary to complete the corresponding work.

It is often easier to satisfy.

The second type is ban type constraint.

The content of this kind of restraint is to prohibit the extraordinary from doing something, such as eating specific foods, doing certain actions, or being in a specific situation.

It is a life-threatening constraint once the opponent knows it.

The bondage of the enemy, slowing down when he is stared at by the enemy, and the bondage of the bondage of the enemy and being unable to speak are all such bondage.

The third type is restrictive constraints.

Bonding and limiting abilities.

Martin is also familiar with this kind of bondage.
Chapter completed!