Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

Tavernaar shook his head regretfully, "It seems that I have to find a way by myself, but fortunately, I am not completely helpless."

"But I still need to borrow something from you." Tavernaar resumed his usual casualness, "I remember that you have a lot of spares for the device that detected my status before?"

It was one of the devices connected to Taverna's body when she was still in the laboratory. Its main function was to detect her response to different stimuli. That thing designed a relatively complete detection mechanism for the fragments of gods.

Tavernal didn't really want to borrow this thing, but just hoped to use this topic to hint that he had obtained some fragments of a similar nature.

Dottore tilted his head back, as if looking at Taverna through the mask.

There was no threat or caution in Tavernal's eyes as he expected.

It was a kind of calmness that didn't care about the result.

Regardless of the success of this trip, her purpose is not here.

Dottore looked at the other party, the black steel was indeed his achievement, and he naturally knew where he had used them.

An urgent report was sent last night. He just glanced at the general description at that time, knowing that the group of nobles with no practical ability had finally been discovered.

It turned out that Tavernal was involved in it and recognized the traces he left in it.

Dottore had already guessed that the other party came here this time to confirm this.

However, if it was to obtain verbal evidence that he secretly assisted the nobles, she would be too calm.

"It's just testing equipment. I'm glad that those things didn't leave you with bad memories, and they can play more roles now."

His face was full of sincerity, and there was no hint of sarcasm at all, and his sincerity could be seen completely.

Tavernal glanced at him, and almost didn't let out a sigh, thinking that your attitude is even more irritating.

However, Tavenal, who is proficient in facial management, still maintained his external persona and nodded calmly:

"I'll send someone to move it later, please rest assured that I will return everything in its entirety later."

After watching Tavernaar leave, Dottore paced in the laboratory with his hands behind his back.

"Her growth rate is faster than expected, and her impact on the plan needs to be considered, so make some preparations in advance."

"Hehe, under normal circumstances, after discovering my connection with the nobles, you should try not to take the initiative to startle the snake. Instead, she came here directly. I don't know the truth. Is it sending any information?"

He returned to the table, looked at the formula he had calculated halfway on the table, and his face gradually calmed down.

......

Tavenal walked out of the research institute, glanced at the busy researchers behind him, and turned to the sky.

A crystal snowflake gradually enlarged in her pupils, fluttering and spinning down.

Snowing.

Chapter 177 Silent tacit understanding

There was still some time before noon, and Tavenal did not return home directly.

She came to Winter City, chose a road at random, and started walking.

Although the snow in the sky did not show signs of continuing to fall, the experienced residents of Winter City had already made preparations in advance. Those who closed their stalls closed their stalls and closed their doors. The number of pedestrians on the street became less visible to the naked eye. ..

Tavernal saw a tavern on the side of the street. It looked like it had been around for a long time. Whether it was the wear on the outer wall or the wooden door with handles that had been changed many times, it all showed how long it had stood in this city of ice and snow. not short.

Pushing open the door, a gust of hot wind mixed with the smell of alcohol blows in.

"Who, close the door!"

Just standing at the door for five seconds, a drunk man in the tavern yelled violently at the door.

Tavenal glanced at the other party lightly, closed the door casually, and walked towards the bar of the bar.

In just a few seconds of standing, Tavernall had roughly captured the whole picture of the entire tavern.

Compared with those newly built taverns, this place is more like a product left over from the old era. The huge deer head specimens hanging on the wall have accumulated a layer of dust, and the original color cannot be seen clearly. It has been a long time since no one wiped it.

There were two people behind the bar, and a sturdy old man sat by the inner wall with his eyes drooping, as if he was sleeping.

What was left was a middle-aged man, also tall, with similar eyes to the old man's, but with a beard on his face, he looked quite rough.

This should be father and son, it seems that this tavern is a family business.

Tavernaar sat on the bar chair against the terrifying sight of the middle-aged man, looking at the menu like a regular customer.

There are wines shipped from Mont-de-Fontaine and other places on it, but the price is a bit unfriendly. Tavernal just glanced at it and then naturally looked away.

As for the local wine, it can be said that the price is affordable, but Tavernall knows that their alcohol content is quite high, so he doesn't think about it.

Then, her eyes lit up.

"I want a red cabbage soup." Tavenal raised his eyes calmly.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, he got up and turned to the room behind the bar.

The old man with drooping eyelids smacked his lips in his sleep, and shook his head as if he was about to hit the bar table.

"You're here for lunch at the tavern, girl."

At the table nearer, a man with a red face, a drunken man with a big nose laughed, and the people at the same table also laughed, and the attention of these drunks shifted from the topic just now to Tavernaar.

You know, in this kind of old tavern, most of the people who come here are regular customers, and even if you see new faces occasionally, they are all men who are tall and rough.

It is rare for women to visit such a "dirty" place, except, of course, when they catch men who come out of their own homes to fool around.

But those are women with big arms and big waists or fierce aura. Most people will only laugh at the drinking buddies who are disciplined by their wives for being unmanly, and they also keep a respectful distance from those women.

Facing this group of men who are not too young, Tavernall just nodded at them, "Isn't it on the menu?"

This answer caused a burst of laughter again, and everyone thought this girl was interesting.

"Drinking your wine, you can be her father when you are old, so don't talk to other little girls."

The tavern owner came out from the back kitchen, holding a sea bowl as big as Tavernall's head.

"Be quiet, the boss will be angry later." The drinker didn't get angry because of the boss's words, and continued to laugh, but he really didn't try to talk to Tavenal again.

It seems that the relationship between the boss and the drinkers here is not bad, or the boss has some other skills, otherwise this attitude is quite persuasive.

Tavernaar watched the boss put the big bowl on the bar table in front of her. The sound when the bottom of the bowl touched the table was very solid and full of weight.

"Go home early after eating."

The boss dropped this sentence coldly, and sat on the other side to continue flipping through a book in his hand. Tavernall saw the logo of Zhidong Propaganda Department on the spine of the book.

Curving the corners of his mouth invisibly, Tavernall lowered his head to drink the soup.

Time passed slowly, and the old wall clock in the tavern kept shaking its pendulum.

The door of the tavern was opened again, and as the cold wind poured in, the drunkard who yelled at the beginning uttered similar curses again.

"You don't know how to close the door, do you? Stand at the door as a specimen?"

The person being scolded just closed the door. With a walking stick under his arm, he moved his feet with difficulty, and sat down on the empty seat two places away from Tavernall with a cold body, and smiled at the tavern owner, " same as usual."

The boss did not act immediately this time.

"Your leg is injured." His tone was still cold, and he looked at the other person.

"Yeah, it's really bad luck. I fell off the scaffolding some time ago." The new drinker shrugged pretending not to care, "I'll just lie down for a few more days."

"Hey, I just said why I haven't seen you for a long time. It turned out that I broke my leg. It's a pity. I had a moving job and wanted to ask you to work with me."

The one who spoke was the big-nosed drunk who had talked to Tavenal before. He was dizzy and wanted to get up, but sat back several times, and finally gave up under the ridicule of his deskmate, and collapsed on the chair, laughing silly.

But the drinker with the broken leg became more silent, and forced a smile on his face, "Then next time when my leg recovers, remember to take me to make a fortune together."

"That's that... I can't forget you..." The man with the big nose fell asleep while talking.

At this time, the tavern owner had already pushed a wine glass filled with a honey-colored liquid, and there was a note under the glass.

Tavernaar looked at it with interest, and the man with the broken leg kicked the note into his pocket, and smiled gratefully at the tavern owner, "You will live a long life like your father."

"Then there's no need." The tavern owner picked up the book again without looking at the old man on the other side.

Chapter 178

Not long after Tavenal finished eating, the tavern owner came over and took away her bowl.

She didn't even know how to stop it.

She had indeed finished eating, and there was no soup base left, so it was not a problem for them to take it away.

Just looking at the indifferent face of the tavern owner, I always feel that this person is doing it on purpose.

"Go home, children, don't be bad."

He repeated it again.

It can be seen that you are a good person, but with this attitude, it is amazing that your tavern has been open for so many years.

Tavernar complained silently in his heart, resisted the urge to laugh out loud, paid the money, and walked out.

But she has already noted down the location of the tavern, and she will come next time.

Anyway, being idle is idle, she wants to see what the boss will look like next time she shows up.

This time she didn't stay in the city and went straight home.

In the following time, Tavernar compiled a list with the cooperation of Zoya, and handed it to Pavel who came back from get off work, and asked him to start collecting intelligence tomorrow.

With the help of the talisman given by Tavernar, Pavel, whose presence was reduced, was extremely efficient.

He was the first to investigate Ramsey, a small family with a deep relationship with Alexei. He got into the other family's bunker and obtained many letters as evidence. A member's conversation screen. .

Then there are other targets on the list, and it is finally found that they all have more or less connections with Alexei in the near future.

"They communicate quite frequently, Boss, and I've also heard some not-so-good remarks. The Alexei family seems to be planning to target us recently." Pavel looked serious.

In the office, the five backbones of Zhidong Propaganda Department and Tavenal sat at a round table to communicate.

"Yesterday Alina reported that those competitors who originally planned to withdraw from the competition suddenly became hardened recently, and they must have received someone's support." Victoria spread out a document, and a look of sternness flashed in her eyes.

"Several writers who were about to negotiate suddenly switched to other publishing houses. In addition, a writer who had a good relationship with us died suddenly at home due to a heart attack the day before yesterday. Although after investigation, it was judged to be a natural death, but I think it should be Add that to what's happened in recent times."

Victoria pressed the document with her hand, her fingertips turned white from the force.

The writer who died unexpectedly had a good relationship with her. The two met for tea a few days ago, but within a day, they received the news of each other's death.

This surprised her but also made her think too much.

Tavernaar looked at the scene photo attached to the file. It was a young girl with a horrific death. Her eyes with long eyelashes were opened as hard as she could, as if she had witnessed something unspeakable horror.

Tavernar put the document with photos on Zoya's desk.

"It was indeed them who did it. This is a common method used by the Alexis family. It is often used to deal with those stubborn people who are unwilling to cooperate. It allows them to use the power of the Lord of Dreamland. This lady is very brave."

"To her, it was just an innocent disaster."

Tavernal stared at the woman in the photo.

"Yes."

Zoya was also somewhat sad, as if seeing her original fate.

As for the traitors, if they couldn't escape to a distance beyond Alexei's reach, they would come to their door one day, and then they would obliterate their minds in an extremely cruel way, and then kill them.

The whole family, or the group of people polluted by the Dreamland Lord, are quite good at and even love this method of handling prey.

"If you need concrete evidence, you can use me as a bait to trick them into appearing again and catch them." Zoya chuckled, her tone gradually drifting away, as if she was already fantasizing about that scene: "That cruel scene is not No one will doubt their evil."

"Then, the lord of Dreamland lost Alexei, lost some of his limbs, and waited for the limelight to find a new lamb?"

Tavernar closed the file, and said in a cold tone, "If you want to take revenge on inhuman beings, the awareness of dedicating yourself as a bait is not enough. You can look at it in a longer and more fundamental way."

Zoya stopped talking.

Tavernaar left her room and was about to go to her study on the second floor when she saw the maid Susan walking towards her quickly.

"My lord, you have guests visiting, just outside the door."

"Who?"

"My lord, rich man."

Pantalone?

I haven't looked for him yet, but he came here first?