Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

After leaving the Department of Otherworldly Affairs, Gordon and Vera prepared to take action.

"So we're setting off together again." Vera turned her head.

"Of course, I promised to attend the Midsummer Ceremony first, and then come back to help you. That promise won't expire."

"You've clearly had a lot going on lately."

"Being busy doesn't mean I can forget about our agreement. My credit rating is still very high, and there is no risk of defaulting or absconding."

"Um."

"Besides, those were the first cases since Carteret's Demon Hunter Agency opened. The client paid a deposit, the missing person was waiting for help, and Martin said it was worth calculating credit for, and even offered to help me find the watcher. I had no reason not to go."

"Thank you." Vera relaxed slightly.

"Let's go, I'll wait until I'm done with this so you can express your gratitude in a more direct way... We have so many projects that we haven't worked on in a long time."

A few hours later, before departure, at 9 Knights Road.

Gordon inspected the hunting knife, sampling box, Blackthorn Plum cane, Deep Bottle, and eel bone amulet, while Vera wiped the black piercing spikes.

They had everything ready.

The badge used to identify the informant Erlin, the different colored flares used to report the status of operations, and the personal belongings of the missing persons—all these help to locate useful information in a chaotic environment.

Based on the investigation of each thread, at least 7 people are indeed alive, and there are no signs of breakage or contamination by the strange color.

Gordon placed three pieces of cheese and a sausage on a plate and put it on the table.

"Soul, come back... Soul, come back..." Gordon chanted the summoning incantation.

After a while, the rat was pulled back by the collar, stretched out its pink nose to sniff, came over to find Gordon, and pounced on the cheese as soon as it saw it.

"Wow, it's gotten bigger again." Gordon noticed that it had gotten even fatter, and the necklace swelled up a little as a result.

"It's about getting stronger, it's about evolution, yes, yes." Rat nodded.

"It's your turn to shine tonight. Stealth reconnaissance, lead the way. We're going to the cold water warehouse. Let's eat and then hit the road. I want to see if you're really capable," Gordon said.

"And then there's a mountain of feed?" Rat Stick finished eating all the cheese and sausage.

"Yes, yes, I'll take you to the factory, where there's more crystallized salt than you can eat in your lifetime," Gordon announced.

"Chirp chirp." Mouse was satisfied. "If you want to win, bring more cheese."

……

After nightfall, Ratcliffe led Gordon and Vera to prepare for their departure.

Three blocks away from the cold water warehouse, Shirin met up with the patrol officers.

The patrol officers were all in plainclothes, and a black carriage was parked in the distance, with support personnel from the agency hidden inside.

She stood at the alley entrance, looking serious, wearing a dark blue uniform and a hard-top police hat, with a revolver hidden under her waterproof cloak.

She has been promoted to elite officer and seems even more determined to fight for justice.

"Investigator!" Shirley greeted Gordon. "You're the living biography of Lundnim! I read the newspaper, it's fantastic!"

"All the emotional value I received from the Imperial civil service system came from you," Gordon remarked.

"The perimeter has been set up. Three steamships went into the cold water warehouse tonight and haven't come out. There are also many barges on the river, which are probably all their people," Shirin reported earnestly.

"It's alright, we'll be quick in and out. If we're lucky, nothing will happen. Once we've finished our reconnaissance and rescued the people, we'll come out and everyone can go home. If we're unlucky, we'll fire red flares. You stay outside and watch the streets, stop any reinforcements, and once we've rescued the people, you need to calm them down as quickly as possible. We need to deploy police forces on both sides of the strait," Gao Deng planned.

"Roger that!" Shirin greeted Gordon. "I'll wipe out all the bad guys."

After saying goodbye to Shirin, Gordon and Vera, led by Rat, arrived at a sewer entrance.

Manhole covers. Cities cover up things they don't want to see.

Gordon wrapped the thread of God around the iron ring, lifted it upwards, and the manhole cover was quickly hoisted to the side.

The shaft was about four meters deep, and the iron ladder was blackened. A foul odor rose from below, mixed with putrid grease and fermenting feces. The sewer system truly reflects the conscience of the city.

"Rat Stick, don't tell me you licked yourself after swimming in there. You must have eaten terribly." Gordon looked at the shiny, oily Rat Stick.

"?" The mouse had already jumped down.

Vera was already familiar with the sewers. She stepped onto the iron ladder with her boots and silently descended to the bottom.

Gordon took a deep breath, put on his gloves, and wrapped his investigator's overcoat tighter.

He used the flow manipulation to separate all the sewage below, so as not to step on anything he shouldn't, before descending the ladder.

Once you land on the ground, you'll be faced with the intricate network of underground pipes in Lundnium.

I'd heard about it countless times, but this was my first time here.

"Chirp, chirp," Mouse called to the mice.

The gray and black rats poked their heads out and crawled toward the rat bar one after another.

"Quick!" Mouse held out his hand. "Did you bring the cheese?"

Gordon threw the cheese on the ground, and Mouse Bart broke off pieces of cheese for the mice while chatting with them.

The two sides exchanged words back and forth at a rapid pace.

"Yes, yes, the cold water warehouse." Rat Bart gathered information from the rats and turned to Gordon to explain, "There are a lot of bad guys, and big things that don't like rats."

"What big thing?"

"It's big, dark, slippery, and has a huge mouth," Ratstick gestured. "Now come with Ratstick; the rats know the quietest entrance."

"Looks like it's another Otherworldly being." Gordon followed the rats forward, with the other rats lined up on either side.

More and more rats joined them along the way, and Gordon followed the swarm of rats.

Forty meters later, a rusty iron fence appeared at the end of the drainpipe, and sewage gushed down from the front, flowing into a larger space, the sound of water echoing repeatedly in the underground cavity.

Gordon tapped the ground with his Blackthorn Lee cane, quickly revealing the entire space.

Ahead is the warehouse of the cold water warehouse, with a dozen rows of stacked wooden crates in the center, and winches and freight rails on the west side leading to the dock inside the warehouse further away.

"Chirp chirp." The rat scurried behind the iron bars, climbed down with ease, and then beckoned the human creatures over.

Vera stepped forward.

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She gripped the railing with both hands, her muscles tense, and the iron bars yielded to the violence within seconds, quickly bending and revealing a gap large enough for a person to pass through.

Further on, Vera leaped down, landing silently on the ground, then turned and waved upwards.

Gordon got ready and jumped down. He felt himself fall into Vera's arms, where she caught him silently, turned him ninety degrees, and put him on the ground.

"call……"

Mouse looked around and led them into the center of the warehouse.

Gordon carefully examined the large wooden crates in the middle; they all looked quite legitimate.

Aquatic products from the Blackwater River, such as eels and herrings, are kept fresh by soaking them in water at a distance.

Salted cod, smoked herring, canned shellfish, and other products are imported from overseas and all have legal purchase certificates. This place looks like a seafood warehouse that is very serious about its business.

He continued his examination, looking for anything that glowed.

Soon, he saw a white metal box about half a person's height in the southwest corner of the warehouse. The four corners were reinforced with brass edging, and there was a round handle on top covered with frost and fine water droplets on the surface.

[A locker. Something you might call a refrigerator.]

Gordon's eyes lit up.

He sensed the presence of people around him, making sure that no one with wet feet was looking in his direction, before slipping over and slowly opening the cabinet door.

A chill emanated from inside the box.

It contained a large amount of beef, pork, fruit, and butter, all frozen solid.

The wet-footed people never eat fish; these things seem to be key to their underground supply and morale.

Gordon checked it and found no ice. It was clear that the low temperature was effectively maintained by the source matter or spirituality, making it a special freezer.

"..." Vera glanced at the frozen raw food inside and nodded to Gordon.

The two reached a consensus, clearly knowing that this thing was very useful.

In the days before refrigerators were invented, fresh meat, butter that wouldn't melt, and chilled drinks that could be enjoyed anytime greatly improved the quality of life and were a true beacon of civilization. Clearly, this item was destined for Gordon.

Gordon reluctantly closed the refrigerator, determined to have a serious talk with Martin about the ownership of the spoils once they took down the cold water warehouse.