Why it never ends

Chapter 168 Transfer
"Considering the previous changes, they speculate that the 'deformer' this time may have some special means to intercept the internal information of AHgAs, so..."

"That makes sense," Chiba nodded, "Then let's stop telling Victoria and the others about our specific progress."

"Furthermore, they codenamed the aberrant this time, 'Assassin'..." After reading this, Si Lei was stunned for a moment, "Why didn't you just use the 'red velvet' in the last letter?"

"Perhaps Victoria doesn't want to have anything to do with Hesta," Qianye said softly, "The more this 'assassin' tries to lead the information there, the less we will be fooled."

Su Lei put down his phone, "Yes."

Chiba silently stared at the boundary line between the mountains and the sky in the distance, remembering the conversation with Avinash not long ago.

——"Even if Hesta is not the murderer of the Hoffman case, as a Hesta in the third district, she probably has something to do with this case... She must know something."

Chiba lowered her head and checked her mailbox again - there is no news from El, and I don't know if he can find any clues in the northern part of the [-]th district. If there is any bad news, she must cut it off in time .

"How far are we from Duanming Lane?" Qianye asked suddenly.

"Theoretically, it is not far from Duanming Lane. We are now on the edge of it, but it will take some time to reach the residential zone."

Qianye yawned, "Then you drive the rest of the way, I'll get in the car and sleep for a while."

Si Lei sat next to Qianye and took the water from her hand.

"Thanks for your hard work."

……

In the meeting room of the Tanyi Police Station, Paul sat on his seat with a haggard face—ten hours had passed, and no mercury needle had told him what happened last night, whether it was Avi from the coalition government. Nash was the Victoria of AHgAs, and both groups seemed to disappear suddenly.

Near noon, a police officer finally came back from the hospital, saying that Victoria planned to transfer Viscount Rishi to his residence in the countryside, and the relevant medical equipment was also to be transferred, and the police needed some cooperation.

"Why!" Paula was shocked, "Where is this going? Rishi was injured so badly—"

"I don't know the exact situation, but the 'assassin' attacked the hospital last night." The policeman said and spread a stack of photos on Pauler's desktop, "It penetrated the ward and the hospital on that floor. Of all the walls in the ward, two of them are load-bearing walls—the building is now a dangerous building.

"However, fortunately, last night, Ms. Victoria considered the combat damage, so she let Rishi temporarily move into the old inpatient department of the hospital. There are no other patients there. The entire building was originally planned to be demolished within five years."

Pauler looked puzzled, "What's the 'assassin'...does it mean the chelate?"

"Yes, Lady Victoria named it, just last night."

Only then did Pauler look at the photo. On the screen, there is a spindle-shaped crack on the partition wall between the wards. Some rooms have larger cracks than others, showing a more curved and rounded oval shape. It can accommodate about one or two people.

"According to Ms. Victoria, after the murderer knocked out these gaps, he used them to shuttle back and forth between corridors and rooms in order to avoid pursuit and confuse his sight. Dolls, it threw them in every corner of the room when it first broke through the wall, and the dolls behind them made weird noises together, making the scene even more chaotic."

"Then were there any casualties last night?" Pauler asked nervously. Just then, the photo in his hand turned to a close-up of the side neck, and a blood-red long mark appeared impressively. Before Pauler could take a closer look, his hand shook , the photo fell on the table.

"Don't be nervous, Inspector. No one was hurt last night. That's lipstick."

"……what?"

Pauler picked up the photo again in disbelief—indeed, it wasn't a bloody cut, and if you looked closely, you could still see the texture of the skin under the lipstick.

"Everyone was surprised. The murderer greeted several mercury needles stationed in the hospital last night," the policeman replied softly, "in this way."

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the police station's special car drove downstairs to the hospital.The road from the hospital to Clier's Farm was under emergency martial law, and Rishi was also pushed into the hospital's ambulance. Avinash and Victoria followed beside the car, and everything was about to be ready.

The mood of the mercury needles at the scene was still a little low, and everyone went back to their places, not willing to talk.

Avinash looked at the police officer beside him, "Where's the Paule?"

"The inspector said that he is not feeling well today, so he will not go with you. He will wait for your news at the police station."

"Alright." Avinash withdrew his gaze and looked at Victoria not far away.

He is not very familiar with this mercury needle, but judging from the way the other party communicates, he is quite a friendly person.

He was silent for a moment, walked up to Victoria, and handed her a square scarf, "Do you need it?"

"Ah? No need, thank you."

"The mark on your neck," Avinash pointed to his own neck, "won't you wipe it off?"

Only then did Victoria realize that she really hadn't washed her neck all this time. She let out a low cry, took Avinash's kerchief, and handed the four photos in her hand to him at the same time, "Thank you, take it for me. How about you?"

Avinash looked at the photos—these were just a few snapshots without details, and the shadow of the murderer was blurred, but Victoria had been looking at these photos just now, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

"Is it the murderer?"

"Yes, this murderer is very interesting. Every time he comes over, he destroys the surveillance equipment first, so we haven't had a clear picture of him for so long."

Avinash frowned-Victoria's voice was a little excited, as if it was so interesting that "the murderer has not been able to take pictures".

"I'm afraid of being recognized." He whispered, "Nine times out of ten, this person is very famous among us—"

"Do you have someone to suspect?" Victoria asked.

"Not yet—" Avinash hesitated before saying "but" when he heard Victoria sigh.

"Me too. It's been a long time and everyone still doesn't have a clue, but I am very familiar with the modus operandi yesterday. It should be said that it is very, very familiar."

Avinash raised his eyes with some concern, "Really? Where have you been in the past, have you seen something similar—"

"That's right," Victoria raised the corner of her mouth, her eyes sparkled, "Have you ever heard of 'The Gleaners'?"

(End of this chapter)