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"Are you hiding a fake cigarette in your pocket?"

"It's vibrating, aren't you going to take it out?"

Robin: "Brother..."

Walter fell silent.

There's nothing more to it than what everyone already knows.

On Sunday, he remained calm and said, "This young lady really knows how to joke."

"Everyone just saw it with their own eyes: Mr. Affleck gave me a cheering stick as an apology."

"It wasn't that mundane thing that was vibrating, it was just my phone."

Xing nodded gently: "Oh, I see. It seems I made a mistake."

Sunday breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon. Thank goodness, this guy was one of the easier types to fool.

As long as I don't take it out and insist that it's a light stick, who can turn black into white and force it to be fake?

The mention of fake Ji Bar immediately brought to mind two familiar men on Sunday—Su Jinyan and Luocha.

Could it be that the Lord of the Underworld, Afrit, might be one of them in disguise?

I need to have someone investigate this thoroughly.

While Sunday was still pondering the true identity of that Grand Duke of the Underworld.

Su Jinyan took out a remote control button and pressed the vibration boost button.

hum-

His expression changed slightly on Sunday.

That guy definitely did it on purpose.

To avoid social death, Sundays now face two choices:

Either drown it out with a louder voice, or flee this place at all costs.

After a moment's thought, Sunday, disregarding all decorum as the head of the household, began running wildly through the lobby of the Daydream Hotel, drawing puzzled stares from other guests.

Without hesitation, the robin called out, "Brother, wait for me—"

Sunday would have been a chance to escape the guests' sight and then, in a secluded corner, discard that fake cigarette.

Just then, a robin called to him from behind, and she couldn't keep up with him.

What should we do? Should we wait?

On Sunday, without any hesitation, I stopped where I was and waited for the robin to arrive.

A moment later, the robin caught up.

"Brother, you... I'm sorry..."

The robin wisely stopped asking the question as soon as it was uttered.

The buzzing vibration was quite noticeable; everyone around could hear it.

Clearly, it must have been a trick played by that Lord Afrit of the Underworld.

Was he doing this simply to humiliate the head of the Oak family? Or did he have another purpose?

"Ugh, who invited that guy over here?"

The robin couldn't help but complain.

Sunday said in a deep voice, "Sister, the invitation from Grand Duke Afrit of the Underworld is genuine."

“But his identity is suspicious. I think it’s very likely that someone else is impersonating him.”

The robin seemed to remember something: "You mean...?"

"Is the Masked Fool manipulating all of this behind the scenes?"

Sunday shook her head slightly: "I'm not sure either, but it's not a good idea to just let him do whatever he wants during his prime."

The robin said worriedly, "Brother, his grand appearance shows he's clearly confident in himself."

"Perhaps he is not afraid of the consequences of his identity being exposed at all."

Sunday pondered for a moment and said, "That's not necessarily true. How will we know if we don't try?"

"I need to use some methods to get other family heads to investigate his identity."

"The Oak family should stay out of this matter and not let him find out that I did it."

"I already have someone in mind."

Soon, Gallagher, the sheriff of the Hound family, received orders to investigate the true identity of Grand Duke of the Underworld.

"You want me to investigate Affleck? Really?"

Gallagher sighed and took a big gulp of wine.

Pete, also a sheriff, looked on with envy: "Such a good job, what are you complaining about?"

"The head of the family values ​​your performance. If you continue to do well, you can expect a promotion and a raise."

Gallagher toyed with his wine glass: "If you want to take on this task, I can let you have it."

Pete, fearing Gallagher might change his mind, declared: "It's a deal!"

Gallagher said calmly, "Do you know, according to reliable intelligence..."

"Lord Afrit of the Underworld bought a shop during the Golden Hour and opened a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, which will officially open tomorrow."

"He was willing to listen to the guests' troubles and accept all their requests."

"Perhaps you could also disguise yourself as a guest to obtain his identity information."

Pete said earnestly, "Good brother, I will never forget you after I get a promotion and a raise."

......

The train crew took the elevator and soon arrived at the VIP lounge.

“Walter, shall we grab a drink first? Pinocchio’s Sorida is really famous,” Himeko asked with a smile.

Walter said in a deep voice, "Speak, we might be thinking the same thing."

Himeko asked, "Do you remember the invitation the train received?"

Walter adjusted his glasses: "[We cordially invite *the distinguished guest of the family* to Pinocchio to join other guests in a grand banquet.]"

"It is because of this invitation that we are here."

Himeko nodded: "I remember correctly—but there's more to this invitation than meets the eye."

"...to take in the impossible from the dream, to find the legacy of Pinocchio's father, the 'watchmaker,' and then to answer: why does life slumber?"

Walter frowned: "I don't recall such a passage in the invitation... You mean, there was cipher text in it?"

Himeko explained, "That's what makes it so intriguing."

"The invitation from the family was a music box; when you wind it up, it will play music."

"But the one that was delivered to us was a bit strange... there were some discordant notes mixed in with the music it was playing."

“I transcribed these noises, which perfectly matched the frequencies of the gravitational waves during the train's jump, and using the spatial curvature of the train engine as the key—that's how I got the above passage.”

Walter's expression turned grave: "It's a common way for the Nameless One to call for help."

Himeko shook her head slightly: "It's too early to draw a conclusion. It could also be the work of the Masked Fool."

"Judging by the method alone, even the Riddler or the Question Demon could do it."

On March 7th, a flood of thoughts arose: "Do you think it's possible that Xiao Suzi did it?"

"Actually, he wanted to go on a date with me at Pinocchio, but he was too shy to express his feelings directly."

"So they used this method to invite us over."

Himeko chuckled: "It's not impossible."

Xing puffed out her chest: "Have you ever thought about why that person can't be me?"

March 7th snorted: "You? Impossible. Xiao Suzi clearly considers you a very good friend."

After spending this time together, even March 7th realized one thing:

Ah Xing doesn't actually have much dating experience; the persona of a genius, beautiful girl who's a master of romance is something she created herself.

Don't be fooled by Ah Xing's constant talk of wanting to mess with Xiao Su in front of so-and-so.

However, in all this time, March 7th has never succeeded even once, which shows that Xingbao is just a master of empty talk.

Xing scoffed, "Tch, sooner or later I'll make fun of Xiao Su in front of you."

March 7th: "Here we go again..."

Walter steered the conversation back on track: "Himeko, when did you discover the cipher?"

Himeko replied, "I told Pam as soon as you were dealing with the Luofu Star Core."

Walter pondered for a moment: "No wonder you asked to intervene earlier; the company envoy, Sandstone, also mentioned the name 'Watchmaker.'"