Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 63 Help
"You're back so soon?" Eve looked at Ruirui in surprise. She was holding a fish in her hand and was gutting it. The fishy smell filled the air and drifted into the black cat's nose.

Ruirui walked gracefully to Eve's side and rubbed her head against her calf. "Come and see if dinner is ready. Zhou Mingrui has already prepared several dishes, but you've only just started this one. You're being lazy again."

"Get lost," Eve said, pushing Ruirui with the back of her hand. "How dare you criticize me? Didn't you also go to see Zhou Mingrui during work hours?"

"Hurry up and go to work," Eve rubbed her little ears with the back of her hand and said, "I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Ruirui rolled her eyes at him, jumped into the door made of starlight, and returned to Tingen.

The black cat's little nose twitched, catching the smell of blood in the air, and followed the smell all the way to the lower street.

The lower street is where the poor gather. There are many bloody smells mixed together. Some are relatively light, probably because a long time has passed since the injury and the wound has scabbed over. Some are very strong, as if they were just injured. Some are not only strong but also fishy, probably because of pus or even rot.

Ruirui followed the fishy smell across the dirty streets and came to a simple and dilapidated little hotel.

This is a hotel specially opened for homeless people. The conditions are very poor. There are more than a dozen beds in a room. The so-called bed is just a hard door panel. There is no pillow, and the quilt is a thin piece of rag with many holes.

But a night's stay here costs only 2p, and residents can use the public toilets for free. Adequate sleep makes them more energetic, and the toilets keep them cleaner, which helps them find jobs. This is a great place for homeless people, but many more are forced to disappear into deserted corners.

The black cat quietly sneaked into the hotel. In the dim little room, several younger men gathered in the corner and chatted in low voices, reminiscing about their previous lives, complaining about the bad present, and talking about where to find a job tomorrow. Their voices were very low because more people were taking the time to rest. If they spoke loudly, they would have to bear the anger of everyone.

The source of the bloody smell was a middle-aged man with a haggard face. He lay flat on the door panel with his eyes closed, his left hand resting on his right arm, and occasionally opened his cloudy eyes.

He pulled out a sleeping spell from the silver plate and chanted "Scarlet" in ancient Hermetic language in his heart. The power of sleep swept through the room, and people closed their eyes one by one and fell into a sweet dream.

Ruirui used both claws to lift a small corner of the quilt, revealing the man's right arm. Where the hand had been, only a piece of gray-blue cloth remained, wrapped around the man's wrist. The cloth was not clean, and some blood was seeping through it. The man did not want others to know about his injury, so he covered his severed hand with his sleeve.

Ruirui untied the cloth with her mouth, looked at the slightly rotten wound, pulled out a bottle of red potion from the silver medal and poured it on the wound.

The moment the red potion was poured, it all flowed towards the wound, gradually fading and finally disappearing after coming into contact with the wound.

The rotten wound began to heal, but it would take some time for the right hand to grow back.

The sleeping spell Ruirui used was not very effective, and the sleeping time was relatively short. She waited for a while, and when the man showed signs of waking up, she meowed into the man's ear and left.

Under the crimson moon, the black cat moved nimbly through the city.

Ok?
The black cat stopped and looked at the night watchman squatting in the grass next to the apartment. She raised her head and saw a sleeping lady through the window. The lady was very beautiful, and her charming appearance could easily arouse people's desire to protect her.

Ruirui thought about it and decided to meet him since they happened to meet.

"Meow~"

A cat's cry broke the silence of the night. Leonard subconsciously turned his head to look, and suddenly his scalp felt numb.

That black cat!

The black cat may have the strength of a demigod, and he can't defeat it.

"Old man, old man," Leonard called out in a whisper, "Do you have any way to escape?"

"Don't worry about it." An old voice sounded in Leonard's mind.

"Old man..."

"Meow."

The black cat meowed again and squatted on the branch, looking down at him condescendingly.

Leonard couldn't help but hold his breath, his heartbeat gradually accelerating as he stared at the black cat warily. After a long moment, the black cat turned and left, disappearing into the night.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and carefully walked to the branch where the black cat was crouching. The Midnight Poet's good physical fitness allowed him to easily climb up the tree without touching the branch.

The poet hung on the tree, leaning over to observe the branch.

A tiny, fine tuft of black hair on the dark brown branch swayed slightly in the crimson moonlight, as if it was about to merge with the darkness and would dissolve into the night at any time.

Leonard was delighted, holding his breath for fear that the tuft of hair would be blown away, and carefully reached out a hand to pinch it.

……

After dismissing the Night Watcher, Ruirui continued to wander around Tingen City in a good mood. The Night Watcher should be able to close the case soon.

A familiar figure flashed before his eyes.

Ruirui looked at the girl in black who was sneaking around on the street. Wasn't she the one the Nighthawk was monitoring?
A hint of thought flashed across her brown eyes, and she quietly followed the girl, watching her easily climb over the wall and sneak into a company, where she took out the account book and started copying it quickly.

This was a building materials company, Ruirui immediately understood.

Eve suspected that someone in the Loen royal family might want to become the "Black Emperor." The Black Emperor's rituals required the construction of nine mausoleums and large-scale living sacrifices in the mausoleums, all of which required a large number of ordinary people.

It is difficult to completely conceal such a large-scale construction as the construction of nine mausoleums. Not only is it noisy, but it also requires a large amount of manpower and material resources.

The source of manpower should be those who have been abducted and trafficked. The Rose Society and the Rose School of Temperance are jointly investigating.

As for material resources, part of the investigation is to investigate some building materials companies that may be involved.

This lady should be the one investigating this building materials company.

However, since they are being monitored by the Nighthawks, the difficulty of the mission will be increased.

Rarity jumped into the office and asked in a low voice, "Can I help you, miss?"

A talking black cat?

Sherman was filled with surprise, but she immediately hid the surprise on her face and looked at the black cat warily.

"Are you a witch from the Rose Society?" Ruirui asked softly, "I am a member of the Rose Society."

Xueman was startled, pursed her lips, and stared at the black cat with disbelief in her eyes. She had heard from her teacher that there was a special existence among the top leaders of the Rose Society. It was not only because she was a cat, but more importantly, she was deeply loved by the Lord, living in the Lord's kingdom all year round, accompanying the Lord.

She opened her eyes wide, carefully examining the black cat before her. Was it true? No way, that gentleman rarely participated in the meetings of the Rose Society's top brass, and even the top brass rarely met him. How could she have met him like this?
Seeing the girl's suspicious eyes, Ruirui thought for a while and pulled out a badge from the silver plate. Sherman stared at Ruirui with wide eyes as she pulled out the witch's holy emblem bit by bit.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound of landing.

The witch's holy emblem was thrown to the ground and bounced to Sherman's feet with a clatter.

Sherman stared blankly down at the witch's holy emblem at her feet.

It seems... to be a real holy emblem.

The girl squatted down stiffly, held up the holy emblem with both hands, and looked at Ruirui in disbelief with a slight trembling.

(End of this chapter)