Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

He thought to himself, this group of people really came prepared, and they even prepared such convenient and easy-to-use props... In addition, these three guys were not familiar with this city, but they dared to act separately, which showed that they had a certain degree of confidence in their own strength.

"It seems that they don't take our 'Gorton City Exorcist Team' seriously at all." Lor said with a wry smile.

He quickly adjusted the observation target of his "X-ray Eyeball" and confirmed Vivian's situation.

She was cautious enough not to follow Marse into the secret passage. Instead, she stood quietly near the entrance, listening carefully to the noises coming from inside.

After all, that place is very narrow, and if you approach rashly, you will definitely be discovered by the other party.

In addition, the tavern owner was very cooperative and did not make any move to warn Marcel... It was probably because Vivian had secretly revealed her identity to him, and the owner had just been threatened, so it was even less likely that he would help Marcel.

At the same time, Marseille, who had already entered the underground secret room, began to look around.

…one of the places where “Cleaning Up John” once hid.

The furnishings here are quite simple, even crude.

There was a single bed, an old wardrobe, and a kerosene lamp on a small desk, and that was all.

Marse didn't rush to rummage through the drawers, but first took out a talisman and lit it with his spiritual power, as if using magic to confirm whether there was a trap in this place.

After waiting for a few seconds and confirming that there was no danger, his expression gradually relaxed.

He lifted the shade of the kerosene lamp on the table and lit it with the flame on his finger.

The whole room suddenly became much brighter.

"Let me take a look at this wardrobe first... Wow, there are quite a lot of things."

Marcel opened the wardrobe and scanned the several sets of clothes inside. There were stained coarse cloth jackets and overalls, formal wear for formal occasions, and even a set of white robes in the style of the Church of Holy Light.

"Yeah, this guy takes on all kinds of jobs. I guess he has to disguise himself often."

Marseille commented to himself and searched all the pockets of his clothes, but found nothing.

Then he searched the single bed again, but still found nothing. He did not find any body tissue such as hair or nails that could be used to perform the "positioning technique".

All that's left is the desk.

…The drawer was empty.

Marse couldn't help feeling discouraged, his temper flared up, and he punched the drawer... but by accident, he discovered a compartment inside the drawer!

"Hey, I told you I'm really lucky today!" The haze in Ma Sai's heart was swept away. "Let me see what's hidden in here... Hmm? What is this, an account book?"

He couldn't wait to read it.

There are several dates and numbers written on each page, which seems to be a record of one's income and expenditure... However, the date on the last page is more than a month ago.

Also, there were a few words scribbled at the end -

"Three hundred more."

"What does that mean? Is this guy saving money?" Ma Sai guessed. "Is he owing money to someone, or is he planning to acquire some valuable information or items?"

……

Lor, who was watching secretly, knew very well the meaning of the number "three hundred".

Isn’t this the balance I paid to Ms. No. 19 when I first attended the Dark Moon Society’s tea party in order to obtain the high-level extraordinary relic “Flame Demon Remains”!

In order to collect the balance, the guy John, who was responsible for the aftermath, even took the risk of setting up a trap and trying to capture Isabella, a vampire... Unfortunately, he was killed in return and disappeared from the world.

Lor frowned slightly.

My colleagues must not find this account book.

He didn't know how good the illegal supernatural being Marse was at reasoning, but in Lor's opinion, based on the information in the account book alone, he could already infer that "John, the cleanup man, is most likely dead"... After all, that guy was cautious in his actions, and if he just left Gordon City, it would be impossible for him to leave such an important thing behind.

In addition, based on the dates and numbers in the account book, as long as we spend some time investigating, we can roughly restore the trajectory of his movements before his death... Maybe the fact that he had contact with the escaped members of the Eternal Life Society will be exposed!

...We have to destroy this piece of evidence.

Thinking of this, Lor opened the "Notes on Disasters".

After reviewing the rules for using this extraordinary item in his mind, he began to write:

"A transcendent known as Marse accidentally knocked over a table lamp in a secret room beneath the tavern. The evidence he had finally found was soaked with kerosene and tragically burned."

A few seconds later, Ma Sai in the secret room cursed loudly:

"Gan!"

Then, he began to feel uneasy again:

"Hiss... Brother Miles may appear amiable on the surface, but he's actually a ruthless character... If he knew I made such a low-level mistake, he'd definitely not forgive me... Uh, let's not tell him about this for now."

Anyway, I know another hiding place for "Cleaning Up John".

Maybe there will be something else to gain from going there.

Thinking of this, Marseille stood up and prepared to leave the room.

Before leaving, he kicked the desk hard to vent his frustration... As a result, in the process, the "master key" that he had used to break the seal and door lock not long ago slipped out of his pocket, and the sound of it falling to the ground mixed with the sound of the desk being kicked, so that he didn't notice it at all.

……Yes.

Just now, Lor added another entry to the "Notes of Disaster".

Why not grab a convenient and useful extraordinary prop?

13. Your divination is not accurate at all!

"The target was emotionally agitated and did not appear to have achieved the desired results of the investigation."

Vivian wrote hurriedly in the notebook in her hand.

Judging from the noise coming from the underground passage, the illegal supernatural being Marse seemed to be about to come out, so Vivian hurriedly slipped out from the kitchen, returned to her original seat, and continued to play the role of "a guest drinking alone".

Sure enough, just one minute later, the target reappeared at the bar.

"Hey, I'm asking you!"

Marcel slapped the bar hard, staring at the tavern owner with his eyes, looking very upset:

"When was the last time the guy who rented that room showed up?"

"How should I know?" The boss shrugged, clearly unwilling to cooperate. "I don't pry into the privacy of my tenants. That's the rule! And as you can see, there are other entrances and exits to that underground passage. You don't have to go through the main entrance when you come in or out..."

"Tsk."

Marcel twitched his lips, realizing that the tavern owner was most likely telling the truth, so he didn't bother him any further. "Alright, alright, I'll just believe you for now... One more thing, how do I get to 'Artisan Street 23'?"

After asking for directions, he slowly raised his right hand which was resting on the bar.

I saw that the place where he pressed was already charred, and black smoke and sparks slowly rose with the heat.

"Everyone here, listen up! I haven't been here today, and you haven't seen me before... I advise you not to seek trouble." He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the faces of everyone in the tavern one by one, and said viciously, "If I'm found by the likes of the church's exorcists, none of you will be able to escape."

Seeing that each of these people was a little panicked and no one even dared to look at him, Marse whistled with satisfaction and walked away.

What he didn't know was that he had already been targeted by the church's exorcists.

And there's more than one.

One of them was carefully recording his crimes of threatening civilians in a small notebook.

...As soon as the illegal supernatural being Marse stepped out of the main door of the tavern, Lor walked in from the back door and went straight to the table where Vivian was.

"Lor, our next destination is '23 Artisan Street,'" Vivian said. "We need to catch up quickly!"

"You go first. I'll catch up and meet up with you later." Lor nodded and looked towards the kitchen. "If I'm not mistaken, that guy just entered the secret room under the tavern, right? I'll go confirm what's in there."

We have to deal with the wreckage of the ledger.

Also, pick up the key that was left on the floor.

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Vivian had no objection and walked out of the tavern door swiftly and continued to track the target.

……

East Gordon City.

Acting Captain Joyce leaned against the wall, yawning and flipping through a newspaper. With his casual and lazy demeanor, he looked like a vagrant killing time.

Who would have thought that this was actually a third-level church exorcist?

Joyce would occasionally look up from the newspaper and glance at the open-air cafe across the street.

Today's surveillance target, an alien supernatural being named "Della", was sitting in one of the seats... She had been here for nearly an hour, taking a sip of coffee from time to time, fiddling with the divination assignment, and looked quite relaxed.

It felt like she was waiting to meet someone.

...Most likely, it's someone who might know the whereabouts of "Cleanup Man John".

Joyce thought silently.

At the same time, he suddenly felt that a lady wearing glasses and with slightly curly hair was looking at him with anxious eyes... Yes, it was Joyce's partner in this operation, Ms. Helen.

At this moment, she was also sitting in an open-air cafe, only a few steps away from the target of surveillance.

Ms. Helen's job was to wait for the target to meet the person they had agreed to meet and then eavesdrop on their conversation. Her delicate, bookish demeanor easily disarmed anyone, making her a better fit for this task than Joyce.

The issue is……

Such a long time has passed, and it seems like no one has come.

"Could it be that this illegal superhuman named Della has no intention of investigating the whereabouts of 'John the Cleaner' and is just here to fish?" Joyce thought to himself, "If that's the case, then in some sense, maybe she and I are quite compatible..."

Just then, an unexpected character appeared.

A beautiful girl with silver hair, red eyes, and a pretty face. She was wearing a lovely, light white dress and a sunhat with a bow on her head. She was holding the hand of a little girl with light blue hair, about five or six years old...

Isn't this Lor's fiancé?

And that little girl, could she be the sister-in-law, Meimei, that Lor mentioned before?

Joyce and Ms. Helen exchanged glances quickly, with the same confusion in their eyes... However, they did not panic.

After all, neither Joyce nor Helen had ever met Isabella before. It was only because her appearance was so obvious that they recognized her immediately.

But on the other hand, Isabella couldn't recognize Joyce and Helena, so there was no need to worry about her suddenly greeting them and exposing their identities to the target.

But then again...

Why did Lor's fiancée suddenly appear here?

Was he just passing by by chance?

No matter what, we have to find a way to let her leave as soon as possible... After all, there is a dangerous alien supernatural being here. It will be troublesome if she is involved in the incident, and I won't be able to explain to Lor afterwards.

Thinking of this, Joyce quickly winked at Ms. Helen.

However, before Ms. Helen could take any action, Isabella suddenly stopped at the target's table.

"Hey, those cards on your table... could they be divination tools?" The silver-haired, red-eyed girl said to the illegal transcendent Della with great interest. "Wow, I've heard of them before, but this is the first time I've seen one in person! Miss, are you a fortune teller? Could you tell me something?"

Before he finished speaking, he took the initiative to sit down opposite the target!

Joyce and Helen were both stunned.

What's the situation?

Could it be that Isabella is the person who agreed to meet the target here... No, she is our colleague's fiancée, how is this possible?

"Of course, my dear lady," Della replied with a smile, her reaction quite natural. "It just so happens that the person I'm waiting for hasn't shown up yet, and I'm getting a little bored...Excuse me, what do you want to ask? Career, health, or love?"

"Let's fall in love..." Isabella blushed slightly and looked quite shy.

At the same time, Meimei held onto the edge of the table with her two little hands, stuck out the upper half of her face, and looked at the cards curiously.

"Okay." Della shuffled the cards skillfully and pushed them in front of Isabella. "Please turn over any card you want."

"Just one?" The girl hesitated a little, but still did as she was told and turned over a card.

The pattern on the card is a tree with red apples hanging on its branches.

"Hey, this seems like a good result!" Isabella was quite excited. "Let me guess... Is this saying that the relationship between Lor and I will eventually blossom and bear fruit, just like this tree?"

"'Lor'... Is this the name of your sweetheart?"

Della raised her eyebrows slightly, then sighed softly:

"Unfortunately, the meaning of this card is not what you think... Look, this tree has so many branches, but only one branch has fruit."