Lame Gro was a half-baked painter more than ten years ago.

After losing the last bit of family property in gambling, I lost my debts at the cost of being interrupted with one leg.

Since then, he has become a homeless man, sleeping on the streets all day long and struggling to survive.

Three meals a day...

Well! To be precise, there is no concept of three meals.

All his food is solved by rummaging through garbage, and he is struggling on the verge of death.

Like other wanderers, Lame Gro is the invisible population of the city.

As long as you don't fall on the road, no one will care about their life or death.

But just over ten minutes ago, Gro had a big meal!

At least for him, it is absolutely abundant.

In fact, he almost forgot what the hot mashed potatoes tasted.

Those three big bowls of bone soup with meat foam were more fragrant than any soup he had drunk in his previous half of his life!

The task given to him by the other party is very simple, but the reward is very generous.

Go to Rustshui Street, knock on the door from door to door, and remember what the person who opens the door looks like.

Remember one and you can have a full meal!

Despite some doubts, he could not refuse at all.

Unfortunately, the homeless man who was not covered in clothes could not complete this task.

They will be thrown out directly by patrolling guards.

Rustshui Street is not a slum.

The appearance of wanderers is shady.

Moreover, almost all middle class and rich people have a common idea: poor plan, wealth and conscience.

Therefore, in their eyes, these wanderers have always been unstable factors, extremely disgusted and rejected.

The garrison members themselves have their own responsibilities, and of course they do not want to cause trouble for themselves, so the easiest way is to directly expel these wanderers to ensure peace in the area they are responsible for.

For this reason, Gro got another chance to take a shower and changed into a clean set of clothes without patches.

Watching him limp away, a man hiding in the shadow quietly followed him...

Half an hour later, pedestrians occasionally passed by on the quiet street, and the shadows flowed and disappeared on the corner.

The lame painter who fantasized about the next delicious meal was gone...

Devik stood in front of the window, gently vomited a smoke ring, flew straight out the window, and then quickly dissipated by the sea breeze.

In the room, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadows beside him: "It's confirmed that the group of people are hiding at No. 84 Rust Water Street."

"Continue to monitor and be careful."

Devik did not look back, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and said lightly.

The shadow surged and disappeared without a trace, and the room fell silent again.

After a while, Devik sat at the table, picked up his pen and started writing.

Above the cover of the envelope, several addresses were written in black ink.

Bosen Manor, No. 50 Venal Street, No. 38 Golden Orchid Street…

Finally, after thinking about it, Devik tore off the letter written on No. 38 Golden Orchid Street and threw it into the trash can.

Dingding!

The metal bell was gently pulled by him.

After a few breaths, the bartender who was in charge of the front desk walked in.

Devik pointed to the letters on the table and ordered: "Find someone who is clean and send these letters according to the address. You must deliver them as soon as possible, and there must be no mistakes!"

The tall bartender took the letter and left without saying a word.

Devik walked to the window with his pipe in his mouth, looked in a certain direction, and said quietly: "The sea breeze is getting colder and colder!"

...

In the lounge, the atmosphere was a bit solemn, and Kasan was sitting at the table.

At the end of the table, there was an officer wearing a top hat with a slightly nervous expression.

He has a tall figure and neat clothes, so he seems to have a good official position.

However, he didn't even dare to expose his energy in this room, and his whole body was tense.

He was sent for help.

The number of dead has increased to sixteen!

However, the files sent were very thin, with only sixteen portraits, and most of them did not even have names.

Captain Mike's position was empty. A few minutes ago, he had already returned to the Time Series Temple to report the news.

This series of murders... no, it should be said to be abusive killing, and it may be a continuation of the evil ritual.

More than ten minutes later, the door of the lounge was pushed open.

Mike's expressionless face appeared at the door.

However, behind him was a holy figure wearing a simplicity dress, who was also an acquaintance of Martin's life and death.

Tiya!

The two walked into the room one after another.

Tiya glanced at Martin quickly, then withdrew her gaze and looked straight ahead.

Alder's eyes rolled drippingly, his eyes swaying on Martin, not knowing what to think.

"These are portraits of the deceased, and the place of death is also marked on the picture."

Kasan handed the files on the table to Tiya.

After turning the portrait over, Tiya's ethereal voice rang in the room.

"Let's go to the scene first, and divide it into two groups. You, you follow Captain Mike, and the others follow me."

Alder and Fry were clicked.

In this way, it is Martin, Doriani and Tiya.

Alder frowned obviously, and looking at Martin's gaze became more meaningful.

Martin observes his eyes and nose and heart, just pretending that he has not seen it.

Tiya tore off half of the portrait and handed it to Captain Mike, reminding him: "Keep caution, contact me if you find anything, remember this!"

Mike quickly took the portrait with both hands and saluted a military salute with respect.

Under his leadership, the three-person team moved very quickly and set off immediately after getting the portrait.

When Alder passed by Martin before leaving the door, he still squeezed his eyes at him.

Martin also turned a blind eye to this.

Immediately, he and Doriani also stood up and followed Tiya out of the room.

Only Kassan was left, silently looking at Martin's back as he walked away, with interesting eyes.

No, there is also an officer who acts as the background wall...

"You go back first, and then find similar corpses. Or the same process. Protect the scene and send someone to the temple to deliver the letter. Do you understand?"

Kassan ordered.

"clear!"

The officer quickly stood at attention, saluted, left the room quickly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I was in the same room with these people, the pressure was too high, my nerves were tight, as if I had difficulty breathing...

The three of them sat in the carriage, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Martin was willing to say hello, but he didn't know what to say.

Tiya was silent.

Doriani noticed the stagnation of the atmosphere and simply became a little transparent person, completely meditating.

In the end, Martin spoke first to break this strange silence.

His eyes swayed around Tia's abdomen and returned to her face.

"How was your injury?"

He asked with a little concern.
To be continued...