Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 251 The Convergence of Destiny

East Tucker County, because it is close to the capital Backlund and has a relatively prosperous coastline, the overall economic level is very good, and the daily security is relatively stable.

But today, a steam train from Backlund exploded at the train station, killing and injuring hundreds of passengers, including an earl who disappeared into a mystery.

This made the police station, Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Heart members in the entire East Tucker County busy.

Creste Sesima did not hide his identity anymore. As one of the Big Three of the Red Gloves Squad, he took over the local Nighthawks Squad and was also in charge of coordinating this incident.

From morning to dusk, he got the information he wanted.

"All statistics have been completed. A total of 42 people were killed and 90 people were injured in this incident. A total of 12 people's whereabouts are currently unknown."

"The identities of these twelve people have also been investigated, namely Morey Rahan, Rhea John, Hastur Campbell..."

Creste Sesima listened to the report in silence, and then asked the local police station to start investigating the whereabouts of these people, but don't overdo it, just need to know where they are hiding.

……

A luxury hotel on North Street, a few kilometers away from the train station.

On the second floor, in a large and luxurious room, Hastur was standing in front of the window, watching the police officers patrolling the streets.

"Meow."

Azshara walked over by the window, and also lay down in front of the window, staring at the outside non-stop, sweeping her little tail that was scorched by a tuft of hair from time to time.

When the train exploded before, Hastur took a little risk in order to keep the escort in the flames.

The price is that Azshara's tail was almost burned by fire, but fortunately, only a handful of hair was scorched by high temperature.

As for the goods on the carriage, Hastur didn't care much. He had already carried all the belongings of 50 gold pounds with him. The things on the carriage were some daily necessities, and there were no expensive items.

Leaving the train station quietly, Hasta came to this hotel in a carriage to check in, and he deliberately concealed his identity to avoid being found out.

Now the track from East Tucker to South Wales has been damaged, and it will take a lot of time to completely repair it. After he plans to purchase some things in East Tucker, he will secretly go to South Wales.

"Miss Sharon, do you need to buy anything?"

"Need not."

"Then take a rest tonight and leave tomorrow."

"okay."

After Hastur finished talking to Sharon in the mirror, he left the room and went to the next room on the right hand side. He had opened two rooms just now, which was more convenient for Sharon.

……

At night, around nine o'clock.

Ince Zangwill found a suitable place to live, a B&B, the price was not expensive, and it was more hidden deep in the alley.

On the desk with only a small square table, there is an oil lamp that is clearly outdated by the times. A notebook is opened in the dim light, and a pen begins to automatically write paragraphs.

"Ince Zangwill's luck is as bad as ever. This time he seems to be attracted by some force. No matter how he tries to change his direction, he will eventually converge on the source of his fate."

"That Baron Hastur Campbell, oh, is already the Earl. He didn't die in the big explosion and escaped. He seems to be planning to secretly go to South Wales."

"This choice coincides with Ince Zangwill's. Will they meet on the road? And what kind of story will happen? It's hard to see."

"Strange, why do I pay special attention to that Earl Hastur Campbell? Am I also affected by some kind of power?"

"I'm really curious. Unfortunately, Ince Zangwill is too timid and has always refused to have direct contact with the other party. This makes the future I predicted impossible to come accurately."

Ince Zangwill silently looked at these passages, and picked up a pen to write on them: "Ince Zangwill has no intersection with that Earl Hastur Campbell, and there is nothing between them. Fate is always staggered."

But after thinking about it, he still put down the 008 in his hand and didn't write a symbol in the diary.

He still remembered the lesson from Backlund last time.

The more you write a script related to that Earl of Hasta Campbell, the more likely you will be backlashed, which will increase your chances of meeting him.

Letting it go and turning a blind eye is a better way to deal with it.

In the middle of the night, Ince Zangwill, who was not yet asleep, suddenly had a spiritual warning. He opened his eyes and got up from the bed, and quickly took 008 and the diary.

Open the window and jump directly from the window.

He is on the second floor here, and his figure quickly landed in the alley, leaving this place along the intricate alleyways.

Being wanted all the year round, he has already developed the ability to walk away as soon as he says it.

As long as there is an abnormality in spirituality, he will leave.

Sure enough, three to five minutes later, Crestel Sesima led a team of Nighthawks to the B&B, after a search and verification.

It was confirmed that Rhea John was Ince Zangwill's false identity, but unfortunately, they were still a step late, and Ince Zangwill had already left early.

"Ugh."

Cresta Sesima sighed, Ince Zangwill's spiritual warning ability is too strong with 008 on his body, as long as there is something that may threaten him, he can basically give birth to the induction in advance, and then run away .

In this regard, Ince Zangwill was even more difficult than those demons.

"Continue to search, don't let go of any suspicious places."

Cresta Sesima could only run after Ince Zangwill all the way in this way, and in this they were indeed like the hounds.

At this time, Ince Zangwill had already walked out of the alley, relying on the memory of the day, and headed directly to the pier.

He will catch the first ferry tomorrow to leave East Tucker County, then disembark in South Wales, and then transfer from South Wales to the South Continent.

At the pier, the ferry has not yet set off. We need to wait until tomorrow at 07:30 for the first ferry to set sail.

Ince Zangwill changed another false identity and bought a ferry ticket to South Wales. In order not to attract attention, he deliberately chose the lowest priced ferry ticket among the four .

This way he could blend in with the crowd and avoid the pursuit of the Red Gloves.

He followed a few passengers who also came to buy tickets in advance, and temporarily squeezed into a cabin on the ferry, resting and waiting for the fish maw to turn white in the sky.

As early morning came, more and more passengers on the ferry squeezed in. The originally narrow cabin was like canned sardines produced by a factory.

The place where Ince Zangwill lived was a small bed that only allowed one person to lie down, and it was difficult to even turn over.

In a cabin, there are three layers of small beds, divided into two rows and five rows, with a total of 30 small beds.

There were small beds on the front, back, left, and right sides. This almost airtight situation made him feel more at ease.

Although the smell of sweat constantly pouring into the nose and the sweltering environment is unbearable.

But he endured it anyway, and when he arrived in the Southern Continent, he no longer needed to worry about revealing his identity.

The time soon came to 07:30, and the first ferry sailed from the pier to South Wales.

The not-so-calm sea shook the hull, and the hull shook the already crowded cabin. People were like weeds, shaking back and forth on the small bed, making creaking noises.

Some people were shaken so dizzy that they vomited directly in the cabin, making the whole cabin even more stench.

In a luxurious single room, Hasta is sitting by the window, tasting the captain's private collection of red wine and food, while admiring the red sun rising from the sea.

Last night, he dealt with two little mice that followed secretly. In order not to be affected, he chose to take the first ferry today to South Wales.

He paid ten times the price of an ordinary boat ticket, asked the captain for a luxury single room, and gave him 10 gold pounds in exchange for some food and wine. He is now more and more proficient in enjoying life up.

He would not treat himself badly by buying ordinary boat tickets, especially the lowest-priced boat tickets, even if he was locked in a prison, the environment was better than there.

It takes about seven days for this ferry to arrive in South Wales. It is a difficult problem to eat, drink and sleep in the place where the ferry ticket is.

That situation is a little better than when the slaves were transported by sea.

Hastur would not let Azshara and Sharon suffer that kind of suffering with him.

"Meow?"

Azshara squatted by the window, looking at the unknown sea fish jumping up from time to time on the sea, waving her little paws, very greedy.

"Want to eat?"

"Meow!"

Azshara turned her head and came to Hastur, rubbing his cheek flatteringly.

Hastur skillfully used the magic power of the gold pound and asked the crew to bring three fishing rods, one of which was given to Azshara, he asked for one himself, and the other was given to Sharon.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked down at her little paw, and then at the fishing rod several times longer than her body, feeling very distressed.

Sharon came out of the mirror and came to the window, holding two fishing rods with one hand, fishing casually, and stroking Azshara's small head with one hand.

"Meow."

Azshara lay obediently in front of Sharon, her eyes fixed on the float of the fishing rod.

Whoa!

It was the sound of a big fish being caught out of the water. Azshara followed the sound and looked over. It was its owner who had gained something.

The fish was huge, several times bigger than its body, with sharp teeth and thin mouth, and a row of silver thorns on its back.

It doesn't like this kind of fish, so it looks away, quietly waiting for its little fish to take the bait.

wow.

Another big fish was caught out of the water by its owner.

Azshara raised her eyes, looked at the expressionless Sharon, and let out a puzzled meow.

The meaning it wants to express is very simple, why can't these two fishing rods catch fish?

What is going wrong?
Sharon didn't answer, but her gaze deepened.

(End of this chapter)