Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Greater London, northern satellite town, Bedford.

Recently, the entire English Isles has entered the annual rainy season again. Every day is cloudy and gray everywhere.

"Ding~"

In the center of the city, in a high-end apartment building that is used for both commercial and residential purposes, the elevator door opened to both sides, and a woman with fashionable clothes and a curvy figure walked out slowly.

She was wearing a dark blue Burberry waterproof windbreaker, sunglasses on her nose, flaming red lips, and a pair of blood-red high heels.

"Da da da~"

The crisp and rhythmic footsteps, coupled with the swaying figure of the woman, seemed to pierce the men's hearts with every step.

At the end of the corridor, in Room 1212, there is a sign on the door frame that says Copperfield Private Detective Investigation Agency.

The woman stuck the wet umbrella into the umbrella bucket outside the door, took out the key, turned the door, and the next second, the heavy sound of the door closing blocked out the men's prying eyes.

The interior space of this detective agency is not small. There is a spacious living room at the entrance, with two rooms on each side, as well as a toilet, bathroom, and kitchen.

When the woman entered the room, a middle-aged white man was already sitting on the leather sofa facing the door.

Judging from his age, he is probably around 50 years old. His appearance, height, clothing and temperament are extremely ordinary. You can't find him if you throw him into a crowd, and you will forget him as soon as you see him. There is absolutely no memorable point about him.

"Ianna, you're back. Is everything going well?"

The man's voice was very distinctive, deep, steady, rhythmic, and with a hint of majesty.

"Well, it went well."

When the woman saw the man, her eyes flickered and her expression was very divided, as if she was very surprised, but not surprised at all at the same time.

She behaved very respectfully and a little awkwardly. After nodding to the man, she sat obediently beside him like a kitten.

The man raised his eyelids, glanced at her dress, and said calmly:
"Ianna, you still didn't listen to my advice. As soon as you left London, you couldn't wait to return to your old swaggering style."

Upon hearing this, the woman instantly tensed up as if she were being stared at by a poisonous snake, and even her voice trembled.

"Prophet, yes, I'm sorry, I, I was wrong, I will correct it immediately."

The Prophet, this unprepossessing middle-aged man is the chief of the Landlords Association and the mastermind behind the storm in Hong Kong Island.

And this woman named Ianna is Leech's assistant and also his agent.

But she had never seen Leech himself. This guy was very cunning. Every time he accepted a commission, he had to go through several agents.

However, last summer, the prophet took the initiative to find her and began to give her a series of orders.

Ianna is not an ordinary person either. She is Czech and was born in an extremely remote and poor village in the Šumava Mountains on the southwestern border.

At the age of 14, she was sold to a widower fur trader in Verona by her gambler father. Two years later, she was sold to a brothel in Paris.

Later, by chance, Ianna joined the French Directorate-General for External Security and transformed herself into a secret police officer.

She is not bad at martial arts, and she also has a unique skill, superhuman talent in languages.

It was because of this extraordinary ability that she was able to master eight languages ​​at the age of 18, which led to her being recruited by the General Security Bureau as an exception.

She started learning Chinese in early autumn last year.

In just half a year, he made great progress and his Chinese proficiency surpassed that of Reina, who had studied Chinese for ten years, and even surpassed that of most Chinese people.

The prophet did not answer immediately, but lowered his head and took out a patinated corn pipe and a small tin box filled with tobacco from his pocket.

His movements were very familiar. He slowly loaded the tobacco and compacted it. Then he struck a match and lit it. Finally, he exhaled the smoke with an expression of enjoyment and said lightly.

"Ianna, there's no point in apologizing."

"Leave Bedford at once and go to Birmingham. No, leave England directly and go to Calais."

Ianna's brows slightly frowned, but she still replied obediently:

"it is good."

Perhaps he was satisfied with her reaction, the prophet nodded without comment:
"Okay, pack up now and go. Take all your things away and make sure to clean the room thoroughly. Don't leave any hair behind.

Oh, by the way, Ianna, when you get to Calais, remember to hide your face, hold your crotch, and stop being naughty."

However, this time, after a long time, she did not respond. Instead, she raised her eyes and looked at the prophet intently.

"Why, do you have something else to say? Or did you not hear me clearly?"

The prophet's thin and sparse eyebrows slightly raised, and his eyes changed significantly for the first time. In an instant, they became as sinister as a knife.

Facing the prophet's captivating gaze, Ianna's voice was shaking violently, but her tone was unexpectedly firm.

"Prophet, I haven't received the final payment from last time."

"The balance?" The prophet was a little surprised.

"That's right. The final payment for the mission is 40 pounds. Prophet, I'm not helping you out of friendship."

When talking about money, Ianna's eyes became more determined, and even her voice became much steadier.

This woman has considerable abilities, but she has even bigger problems. Not only is she obsessed with money, she is also extremely dissolute and has an extremely corrupt private life. This kind of character is the result of her terrible experiences.

Previously, Ianna was dismissed from her post and even imprisoned because she embezzled stolen money during the investigation and was eventually discovered by the General Security Bureau.

The funniest thing is that the secret was exposed because she lost herself in the passionate sex with her lover in bed and let the secret slip.

Of course, as the old saying goes, good fortune often lies within the shadow of misfortune, and misfortune often lies within the shadow of good fortune.

It was because of Ianna's abilities, background, character flaws, and the hardship she experienced in the kiln that she came into the sight of the leeches.

Following the leeches, she had made more money than she would ever make in her lifetime over the past few years, and at the same time, her appetite had also grown.

For example, this time, she pretended to be a freelance writer and passed false information to Yang Caiyu through a column in the Times, using the pinyin-hiding method.

The remuneration was as high as 60 pounds. This order alone was enough for her to work in the General Security Bureau for the rest of her life.

"Whoo~"

The prophet took a sip of his pipe and exhaled the smoke forcefully, thus suppressing the emotions surging in his chest. However, his expression became noticeably gloomy.

"Ianna, you also said that this is the final payment for the mission. Now the mission has not been completed yet, and you are in a hurry to get the final payment."

When it came to money, a huge sum of 40 pounds, Ianna was so courageous that even her fear of the prophet was suppressed.

“Prophet, I published the articles in the newspapers completely according to your instructions and requirements, and there has never been any mistake in the content.

Now that I've been exposed, the mission can no longer be continued, but this is not my responsibility, and I must get the money I deserve, not a penny less." The prophet was stunned by her machine gun-like retort.

After a few breaths, he came back to his senses, laughed sinisterly, and pointed at Ianna with the pipe in his hand:
"Who gave you the courage? You dare to bargain with me now?"

Meeting his teasing yet sinister eyes, Ianna suddenly felt as if she had entered an icy cave and shuddered. She lowered her head in panic and avoided his gaze.

His tone also involuntarily became weak:

"Prophet, I, I did not bargain with you, I just want the reward I deserve."

"Ha~" The prophet sneered. He knocked his pipe on the coffee table and said coldly:

"Ianna, you must always remember one fact. What I give you is what you deserve. Now, get out of here right now!"

Upon hearing this, Ianna's right hand, which had been hidden in her pocket, suddenly clenched into something cold, and the muscles all over her body began to tremble slightly.

She wanted to jump up and kill this nightmarish man in front of her!
The prophet is a person with special abilities. As one can guess from his nickname, his ability is the rarest and most unsolvable foresight.

With this ability, he can predict the future and is almost omnipotent. It is also for this reason that Ianna is afraid of him like the plague.

However, the Prophet's fighting ability is a mystery, and no one has ever seen him take action.

But looking at his body shape, he doesn't look like he can fight. After all, no matter how powerful he is, he is still a carbon-based creature, and his combat power can only be unleashed through his bones, muscles and tendons.

In fact, Ianna had wanted to kill him a long time ago, so as to get rid of the shackles of the leech group.

Although she is not a person with special abilities, she is considered an old hand in the dark world. Naturally, she knows the invincible name of the Evil God, and the enemy that Leech and the others are fighting against now is precisely him.

In Ianna's opinion, this was clearly courting death.

What is the size of the evil spirits now? They have money and people, and in terms of comprehensive strength, they can rival superpowers.

If she had a choice, she would not take this job even if the pay was doubled. No matter how much she loves money, she has to live to spend it.

Unfortunately, Ianna had no choice.

She was too deeply bound to the leeches, and by the time she realized that the enemy she was dealing with was Du Weiguo, it was too late. She had already attacked Yang Caiyu.

But at this moment, Ianna's pupils suddenly shrank into needles, and the thought that had just arisen froze in an instant.

At some point, a pocket pistol suddenly appeared in the prophet's empty hand, a black Redlinger in the palm.

Even though this little thing can only hold two bullets, it is quite powerful and very famous. Lincoln was assassinated by this gun.

At this moment, the safety of the pistol had been opened, the black muzzle was pointing at her heart, and the prophet's finger was on the trigger.

The prophet's hand was steady, and the two were only about 1.5 meters apart. At this distance, the possibility of missing was zero.

"Haha~" the prophet laughed jokingly.

"Ianna, are you surprised? This gun is the same as the one in your pocket?"

That's right, the reason why Ianna was so terrified was not only because she was pointed at a gun, but also because the gun was exactly the same as the one she had hidden in her pocket.

The Derringer pocket pistol is an antique from more than a hundred years ago and has long been discontinued.

At present, most of the Deering rifles circulating on the market are imitations or custom-made. The gun types are varied and there is no fixed style. The possibility of "wearing the same thing as the other" is extremely low.

Now, the prophet can find and pull out the same weapon as her in advance. There is only one possibility: the scene of her pulling out the gun was predicted.

Ianna pulls out a gun. This is a scene that was about to happen but hasn’t happened yet. Now, the future has been predicted and intervened, and it can’t happen.

This is the terrifying thing about the prophet, he can change the future!
Seeing Ianna's expression as if she had seen a ghost, the prophet curled his lips and said in a teasing tone:
"Ianna, I thought you were a smart person besides being greedy and mean. Now it seems that I was wrong. You are hopelessly stupid."

Putting the pipe in his mouth, the prophet changed his hand and held the pistol without leaving any trace.

"Even the evil spirit can't do anything to me. Do you think you can kill me?"

"Okay, let's cooperate in batches. Since this is your choice, I will fulfill your wish."

As he spoke, he raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Ianna's forehead.

"No!" Ianna screamed for mercy.

Then she knelt down in front of the prophet. In order to avoid suspicion, she took her hands out of her pockets and pressed them to the ground.

"No! Don't kill me."

"Please, prophet, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please give me another chance, I don't want the money, you can let me do anything!"

Ianna was flexible and knelt on the ground in a panic, begging earnestly with tears and snot.

"Bah! Why are you doing this? You're such a slut." The prophet spat at her arrogantly.

However, out of Ianna's sight, he showed a panic expression and quickly changed hands again.

"Yes, yes, I am a bitch, please~~"

Ianna was so frightened that she only cared about saving her life and didn't care about anything else.

Seeing her performance, the prophet seemed to be relieved, but he kept holding the gun and never put it down.

"Your behavior really makes me sick, Ianna. Remember, this is the last time. If I find you having inappropriate thoughts again, I will make sure you live or die."

Upon hearing this, Ianna knew that her life was saved, and she collapsed to the ground as if she had lost strength.

"Yes, yes, I dare not, absolutely not."

At this moment, she was so humble that she buried herself in the mud. There was no trace of her previous arrogance left.

The prophet waved his hand with disdain and said in a condescending tone:
"Alright, get out of here! Remember, be careful. If you reveal your true colors, I'll skin you alive!"

"Bang~"

"Huff~Huff~" The sound of the door closing and the sound of exhaling were heard almost at the same time.

In an instant, the prophet was like a deflated ball, and his straight waist visibly hunched. At this moment, his back was covered with cold sweat.

The Prophet's fighting power is not only not strong, but extremely poor.

He had even suffered a serious injury before, which made his physical condition worse than that of an ordinary person. Just now, he was almost at his limit just by holding a small pocket pistol.

Not only that, his predictive ability is not as magical as imagined.

He can only foresee future fragments related to himself. The stronger the hostility and the higher the degree of danger, the clearer the perception.

For example, right now, he didn't know where Du Weiguo was or what he was doing.
(End of this chapter)