Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 47 The Meeting of Fate Is Irresistible

Walking on the streets of the West District, not many pedestrians come and go. Most of the big businessmen and the little nobles travel in carriages, and the real pedestrians are usually the servants who buy vegetables.

In order not to affect the living environment, there are no slaughterhouses and vegetable markets nearby, and they can only be found in places a little far from the residential area.

Hasta walked around for a long time, but found nothing new. He checked the time, and it was almost eleven o'clock.
He randomly found a restaurant to eat.

Not long after I sat down to eat, I heard someone calling me from behind.

Hastur put down the knife and fork, and looked for the voice. It was Sheriff Reed who had met once.

"Baron Campbell, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Sergeant Reed walked along with two young police officers smiling.

"This may be the guidance of the goddess."

Hastur smiled and invited Sheriff Reed to sit down. He happened to have something to ask Sheriff Reed.

"Praise the goddess."

Sheriff Reed tapped four times on his chest, drawing a crimson moon. He is also a devout follower of the goddess.

When all three of them were seated, Hastur called the waiter and ordered three more meals.

The food here is moderately priced, and Hasta doesn't feel too stressed about it.

Even if you invite a few more people, it will not cost 1 pound.

Sheriff Reed and the three hurriedly got up to thank them, and then sat down again.

While waiting for the meal, Hastur asked him about Andrew.

"We did hear about him recently. Someone saw him in the pier area yesterday. It looked like he was about to go to sea and leave Backlund. Our police have sent people to guard there, and we will not let him have the opportunity to board the ship and go to sea. .”

Sergeant Reid still has a little impression of the swindler who dared to deceive the nobles. Last time, he led people to secretly guard near Hasta's house.

Quayside?
Hastur frowned slightly, and he was still thinking about arresting the scammer himself if he had the chance.

But the dock area was too close to the Sunrise Workhouse, and he didn't want to get close.

"He's very cunning, maybe he's just bluffing and misleading our judgment."

Speaking of which, Sheriff Reed sighed. It has been a long time since he started hunting Andrew, but every time he was just a little bit short, he was always unable to catch the other party.

"Do you have any other gains?" Hastur tried to ask.

At this time, three lunches had been delivered, and the other two young police officers sat at the table next to them with their own lunch in order not to disturb Sheriff Reed's conversation with Hasta.

Sergeant Reed cut a piece of steak, pondered for a moment and said, "His luck seems to be very good, every time we are just a little bit short of catching him."

"One time our people caught a glimpse of him while patrolling, and when they were about to catch up to see what happened, they were interrupted by other things."

"Another time, we organized people to check the tavern late at night, but he arrived a few minutes late, allowing him to slip away through the back door."

Not the same luck?

Hastur came to alert, different luck, is there any extraordinary factor hidden in it?

As far as he knows, the path of fate can bestow good luck on others, and it can also curse bad luck on others.

He also remembered that when he was chatting with Professor Wayne once, he once said that Voltaire Campbell had bad luck in gambling, and he won a manor title deed just by flopping cards casually.

And Andrew came to blackmail him for 2000 gold pounds for no reason. They really came here purely for money?
Or are they trying to force themselves to sell them something valuable?
When they sneaked into their house that night, apart from looking for themselves, were they also looking for something else?
Hastur fell into deep thought, he knew that maybe he was too worried.

All of this may be a simple fraud and theft case in which a group of scammers stared at themselves and then sneaked into the house to steal.

As for the different luck, maybe someone in the police station tipped Andrew off.

Seeing that Hastur did not speak for a long time, Sheriff Reed said awkwardly: "We will capture him in the shortest possible time, and we will never let him escape again next time!"

"I have always believed in your ability, and I also believe that you can arrest criminals and put them in prison."

Hastur smiled, glanced at Sheriff Reed's almost eaten steak, and said, "Would you like a beer?"

"Thank you for your generosity."

"Congratulations in advance for arresting the criminal."

Hastur reached out for the waiter and ordered three of the best beers here, and a drink.

"I still have something to do in the afternoon, so I can't drink." Hasta explained.

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Dock area.

Hastur came here alone shortly after parting ways with Sheriff Reed.

In the past, he would not have come here alone to take risks, but now he is playing the role of a barbarian, thinking less and doing more. Since he wants to move, he will come to the dock area for a walk.

Maybe you can really gain something, after all, fate always attracts each other.

Upon arriving at the docks, he made a rule that fateful encounters were irresistible.

If Andrew is really an Extraordinary in the path of destiny, then he will have a high probability of meeting the other party.

Hastur was walking in the wharf area. Apart from being wary of pickpockets stealing his money, he walked around aimlessly.

If he really had to rely on reasoning to track him down, he would definitely not be as professional as the police department.

This time, his main focus is metaphysics. It is best if he can meet it, and there is no pity if he doesn't.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hasta still had nothing to gain. He sat in a tavern and ordered two smoked sausages, a cup of Earl Gray tea, and a dessert for afternoon tea.

Although the food here in the dock area is rough, the smoked sausage is delicious, much better than some famous restaurants.

As for desserts, the gap is a bit big, neither delicate nor tasty.

Hasta was quietly enjoying his afternoon tea, and his eyes glanced inside and outside the tavern from time to time, maybe he could really meet Andrew here.

Halfway through the meal, Hastur glanced outside the tavern, and he really caught a glimpse of Andrew!

Compared to the thug in a suit seen last time, Andrew now wraps himself up tightly, his chin is covered by a collar, and he is wearing the clothes common to workers here.

He lowered his eyes, sometimes searching around, sometimes dodging, as if he was avoiding someone.

Was this being targeted by the police department?
Hastur didn't get up immediately, and waited patiently for a while. He wanted to see who Andrew was avoiding.

If it's a police officer, then he doesn't have to worry so much, just follow carefully.

If it was someone else, then he had to take a closer look.

Until Andrew's figure was about to disappear, Hastur did not notice any special person following Andrew.

Has he already become a frightened bird?
Hastur got up and paid 1 soli and 4p, and went out to mix with the crowd, following Andrew.

He always kept a safe distance of about ten meters from Andrew. He would only quicken his pace every time Andrew was about to turn a corner or his figure was about to disappear.

The two walked around a few alleyways, passing two or three warehouses, and finally stopped at the door of a small wooden house.

He searched around first, and then knocked softly on the door.

Soon, a burly man in his 30s poked his head out, and he also glanced around before making eye contact with Andrew.

After a brief exchange between the two, Andrew followed the strong man into the cabin, and the door was closed again.

Is this his hiding place?
Hastur emerged around the corner and stared at the cabin for a moment.

He now has two better options, one is to report to the nearby police officers to come here to arrest people, and let the police department solve the matter.

The second is to stay here, send someone to notify the nearby police officers, and then act with them.

Of course he chose the third way, and rushed straight up!
Hastur found a wooden stick with thick arms from nearby, weighed it, and came to the door of the cabin.

He swung the wooden stick heavily in his hand, and smashed it on the not-so-strong door.

boom!
The whole door collapsed!

Hastur strode in with a stick in his hand, and saw three figures facing him.

One of them was Andrew with a flustered expression, and the other two strong men looked alert. The strong man in black picked up the bench in the house as a weapon, and the strong man in gray took out the dagger hidden in his arms.

The burly man in black looked at Andrew and cursed, "You idiot, you don't even know that the police came to your door!"

"He, he is not a policeman, he is Voltaire's son!"

Andrew recognized Hastur's identity, and his expression became more flustered. He took a step back and hid behind the two strong men, his eyeballs rolling, ready to slip away at any time.

"Son of Voltaire?"

"Hehe, did you deliver it to your door?"

"Yeah, I came by myself, who made you dare not look for me again."

Hastur showed a pure and kind smile on his face, and before the two strong men could speak again, he smashed the wooden stick in his hand at the black-clothed strong man who was closer.

The burly man in black grinned fiercely, swung the bench with both hands, swept from the right to the left, and smashed Hastur's temple.

The burly man in gray circled around, trying to block Hastur's back path.

Hastur was a step faster, and the wooden club hit the head of the strong man in black first.

Click!

The wooden stick with heavy force shattered from the middle.

At the same time, the head of the strong man in black was split open.

The brain was buzzing, and before the strong man in black had time to marvel at Hastur's strength, he fell backwards, and Andrew hurried to the side.

The burly man in gray originally wanted to block the back path and attack Hastur from the side, seeing this situation, he hurriedly ran towards the door.

Hastur glanced back and threw half of the stick in his hand!
With a howl, the strong man in gray was thrust into his waist by a broken wooden stick, and the heavy force brought him down to the open space in front of him. His forehead came into close contact with the ground, and he passed out.

I was aiming for his thigh...

Seeing that the gray-clothed man couldn't run away for a while, Hastur silently retracted his gaze and looked at Andrew who had nowhere to retreat.

He said calmly, "I think we can have a good chat."

(End of this chapter)