Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 80
Early the next morning, Altaïr was walking the streets of the East End.There was a small gash on his chin from a habitual attempt to shave when he walked to the bathroom in the morning when he was half conscious.

Fortunately, the ceremony is carried out slowly. If I take the potion directly like those witches before, I am afraid there will be more jokes now...

Altaïr touched the necklace on his chest, the pendant inlaid with sapphire was so hard that he felt a little uncomfortable.

Today, he plans to personally go to the points he identified earlier to investigate.After all, when it comes to the powerhouse of Sequence 6, Altaïr doesn't want those bounty hunters to die for no apparent reason, especially under the premise that their death is extremely easy to startle the snake.

Altaïr recalled the map in his mind, and determined his first target.

It was a very small homestay, and the red wind lantern hanging at the door told pedestrians that the services provided here were not limited to board and lodging.

Altaïr pushed open the somewhat crude iron door of the B&B, and walked into the somewhat narrow hallway occupied by miscellaneous furniture, beside him were iron buckets containing hot water, shelves with wet towels and Dirty walls with a musty smell.

Hearing the opening of the door, a skinny gentleman at the front desk raised his head and glanced at Altaïr.In his eyes, Altaïr saw deep numbness and weariness.

"Accommodation costs 10 pence a day, plus 5 pence for board and lodging. For room service, there are [-] soli and [-] soli."

"Nothing is wrong, don't worry, protective measures are provided in the room."

"No, sir, I'm not here to stay, I'm here to ask you something." Altaïr shook his head, took out the police officer's card from his pocket and waved it in front of the other party. "Among the recent customers of your hotel, are there any guys who often go out at night? I am asking you on behalf of Sivelas, and I hope you can cooperate with our work."

In Altaïr’s expectation, after he announced the name of the Severus field, the gentleman in front of him would probably show a look of horror, and then, like other honest people Altaïr had seen, he Humbling to complete the order.

However, the hotel owner's expression did not change at all, as if emotion had died from his body.He struggled to prop up his upper body with both hands, stood up with difficulty, and shouted to the dark corridor behind him: "Lila, Lopez! Pack it up quickly, this police officer wants to be questioned." !"

When he stood up, Altaïr keenly noticed that his left leg seemed to be inflexible. Judging from the sound, there might be a wooden prosthetic leg hidden under his trouser leg.

Then, two women came out of the dark aisle with some disheveled clothes.They were covered with thin, torn padded jackets, and the older one was spreading a sheet-like thing on the young prostitute.Their bodies exuded a warm stench of poor-quality cotton wool and sweat, mixed with Backlund's unique smell of rusty iron guardrails in the early morning.

"Officer, this child just turned one month last month, so he won't be arrested, will he?"

The older woman, whose skin was still inevitably wrinkled despite undergoing some maintenance after engaging in the skin business, asked flatteringly.

"You know her very well?"

Altaïr frowned.

"Lopei is my daughter and Rand's." The older woman named Lila pointed to the man sitting in front of the counter and said calmly.

……

At the same time, Venata and Mike came to Mr. Buffett's factory.

"It's a pleasure to have you here."

Mr. Buffett walked in front, flanked by old Lynch who was helping him with his cane, and his financial secretary, Emile Smith.Venata and the two followed him and listened to him introduce his factory.

"Since Mr. Hibbert Hall promoted the bills related to air pollution control and improvement of workers' treatment, our factory has put the situation of workers as the first priority..."

Mr. Buffett waved his hand in the direction of the factory, where looms are dotted around, the field is open, and the female workers are full of energy and in a very good spirit.Mike also took advantage of the opportunity to chat with him, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves for a while, and the scene was very lively.

However, Venata did not blend into this false warm atmosphere.The keen observation given to her by the hunter and Altaïr's previous reminders allowed her to discover the violations of this factory.

There is a line of faint white marks between the two rows of looms, which seems to have dragged out the second row of looms that were originally placed here.

The temperature is very low, the air smells of fog, and there is still a layer of frost on the walls. The wind should have passed through the night last night.

The expressions on the faces of the female workers looked very positive, but if you look closely, there is a sick feeling, which makes people want to look away.

Venata had seen this look before.The Zimang party is used to giving those cannon fodder a certain dose of ephedrine before the battle, so that they can maintain their fighting courage.The enthusiasm on the faces of those who used doping is exactly the same as these female workers in front of them.

"The room in front was originally Loen's air-raid shelter, but now it is used by our factory as a warehouse, storing some production failures that are inconvenient to handle. Since it has not been opened for many years and the interior is severely moldy, we will not visit it today."

Mr. Buffett waved his stubby and fat hand, and led Venata and the others to another corridor.At the same time, Venata pretended to cast her eyes on the heavy door unintentionally.

She didn't believe a word of what Mr. Buffett said.If it was really a warehouse that was not allowed to enter, then the traces of dragging the loom left in this house did not point to the door they came from, but to the gate.

Venata quietly brushed a strand of hair from her ear to the back of her ear, which was her spiritual vision activation.

Venata solidified a ritual magic on her eyes yesterday, allowing her to obtain more information through the spirit vision during the day when the spirit vision is turned on.Obtaining the information of the prey is also one of the required courses for hunters. The light clusters of different colors are constantly shrinking and expanding in her eyes, and information such as age, physical condition, gender, etc. is infused into Venata's body through the connection between spirit bodies. in the head.

Afterwards, Venata rubbed her eyes suspiciously, suspecting that something was wrong with her ritual magic.

"Miss Sevens, what's wrong with you, did you get sand in your eyes?"

Mike Joseph noticed that Venata hadn't followed, and asked suspiciously.

"Sorry, a little dust fell on the ceiling just now." Venata hurriedly followed, and before leaving, she couldn't help taking a look with her naked eyes.

However, those anomalies had all disappeared, and she only saw a mouse fleeing in panic and going straight into the warehouse door.

(End of this chapter)