Pudek, who hadn't slept all night, squinted for a while at dawn.
The sore chest, dry eyes, all told the middle-aged police chief that at this time, he should take a good rest when he is no longer young.
but…
Looking at the documents on the desk, Pudek immediately cheered up.
Only at this time, Pudek would envy those extraordinary people. Their physical strength and energy far surpassed that of ordinary people, which Pudek has always wanted but could not get.
However, immediately, the middle-aged police chief began to curse at those reckless Transcendents again.
Although the battle in the outskirts of the city yesterday did not affect ordinary people, a hundred meters of roads and cables were completely destroyed. It is not a trivial matter to repair it. Thinking that I need to issue a detailed and complete report to the city hall, Pudek's temples swelled for a while.
But worse things are yet to come.
There were more than a dozen cases of arson last night.
There were no casualties, but several buildings were damaged.
"What a bunch of bastards!"
"Can't you just learn from that guy?"
"Although he is indifferent, he knows what he wants to do and never acts recklessly!"
Looking at the report in his hand, the middle-aged police chief couldn't help but think of Qin Ran.
For Qin Ran, the middle-aged sheriff has extremely complicated feelings.
Even though the middle-aged police chief is still dedicated to his duties, the grace of saving lives is the grace of saving lives, and he will never forget it.
In other words, how can a person who has even forgotten the grace of saving his life be able to do his duty faithfully
Pulling on the already loose neckline, the middle-aged police chief was contemplating.
He thought he needed to repay Qin Ran's kindness.
Otherwise, it will affect his future work.
Because, he knows very well that his work is destined to bring him into conflict with the other party.
It's not good or bad.
Just different ideas.
"how should I do it?"
The middle-aged sheriff whispered to himself.
And at this time, there was a knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Come in."
The middle-aged sheriff said.
"Coffee, hot dog and salad."
"There is less sugar in the coffee, and no salad dressing for the salad."
McCall pushed the door and entered, gesturing to Pudek with the bag of food in his hand.
"Thanks, McCall."
"You can rest today, and report on time tomorrow."
The middle-aged sheriff said with a smile.
The reason why the young assistant was given a vacation was not because the other party brought breakfast, but because the other party had not had a rest for three consecutive days.
And he
At least I was knocked out by that guy and slept for quite a while.
"Um."
The young assistant nodded, turned and walked out.
The moment he turned to open the door, a trace of helplessness appeared on the assistant's face. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged police chief who had entered work again. He couldn't help but want to say something, but the words hadn't come out yet. , the young assistant gave up.
Picking up his coat, the young assistant greeted those who were still working overtime, and then quickly left the police station.
However, he didn't go home.
Instead, he went to a 24-hour fast food restaurant not far from home.
“Ice Coke, Fish and Chips.”
After ordering from the waiter, the young assistant walked to the corner table.
It was empty, but when the waiter brought the food, a man sat behind the young assistant.
"you are late!"
The person said in a low voice.
"I've made it as far as I can!"
The young assistant replied coldly.
At first he loved his job and thought it would be cool to do it and pay a lot of money, but as time went by, the longer he stayed with the middle-aged sheriff, the more he It is difficult to adapt to the current identity, especially when some secret information is handed over to someone, a sense of guilt will emerge.
He really wanted to quit.
But he couldn't escape the life in front of him.
"According to the agreement, this is what you want."
The young assistant handed the details of the arson case that happened last night to the person behind him, without turning around, he just passed the information through the gap in the chair.
The person behind also handed over a kraft paper bag.
After the young assistant hesitated for a moment, he took it over.
He knows what's in there.
But I didn't have the initial excitement. On the contrary, what I had was just a hot hand.
"It's good to think about some things."
"You know exactly what will happen to you if you break the original agreement."
The person behind him said something seemingly unintentionally, and without waiting for the young assistant to say anything else, he stood up and left the fast food restaurant.
The young assistant stood up after sitting in the fast food restaurant for a long time.
Without calling the waiter, the young assistant packed the food by himself.
When he walked out of the fast food restaurant, feeling the glare of the sun, the young assistant smiled feebly.
yes!
Once he violated the original agreement, he knew best what would happen to him.
Can…
The torment in his heart at this moment was worse than death.
…
Similade, who was holding the kraft paper bag, quickly returned to the hotel room.
"Fools are contagious."
"I hope you don't do anything that you regret."
After throwing the kraft paper bag on the table, Similade whispered to himself.
He has seen too many young people like this.
With a little temptation, he became a so-called secret agent.
But ten times out of ten, you will regret it.
In the same way, those who regret it will not end well in all likelihood.
There are people in the House of Commons who deal with those regrets.
not him.
Nor would he take on such a job.
Because, it's too dangerous!
He is a man who wants to retire safely!
Therefore, Similaide was very resistant to the next action, but he couldn't refuse.
"What a fucking life!"
After Simmelade cursed in a low voice, he opened the kraft paper bag and checked the materials he had just obtained one by one. After that, Simmelade became more and more frightened the more he looked at it.
Soon, a dense layer of sweat oozed from Similade's forehead.
Unlike bystanders, as one of the participants, Similade knows these places.
Without exception, they are all temporary strongholds of those who participated in the ambush.
"Will you really retaliate?"
In the questioning tone, there is a strong heart palpitation.
There is no doubt that Similade can be sure that these so-called fires were created by that person.
And the worst thing is that his next task is to visit the other party.
"Terrible!"
Similade leaned back in the chair a little weakly, muttering in a low voice.
…
17 Langdonding Street.
After a hearty and pleasant breakfast, Qin Ran walked into the study.
The old book holding a pen to write and draw looked at Qin Ran who walked in, and stood up with a smile on his face.
"You must have good news."
Qin Ran said with a smile.
"Living up to the entrustment of adults."
"According to the records in these secret books, I have obtained some general information about that Lord Modin."
"First of all, she should not be a craftsman who was imprisoned during the Pope's period, but should be the saint of the Amyade sect during the Pope's period."
"Moreover, this Holy Lady is very different. Not only does she have the status of a saint, but she should also be a powerful sorcerer and demon hunter."
"She can use fire, is good at great swords, has a raven, and is familiar with pharmacy, arcane knowledge, and carving."
"There is no doubt that in terms of sculpture, she has reached a level that no one has ever done before or since."
The old book said slowly.
"Warlock?"
Qin Ran raised his eyebrows.
According to the mysterious knowledge he has mastered, warlocks usually rely on the power of their blood to exert power beyond ordinary people, and the source of their blood is the foundation of their strength.
Those bloodlines may be elves from nature.
It could also be a dragon from the sky.
Or maybe it's a demon from... the Abyss.
Almost instinctively, when Kieran heard the word 'Warlock', he thought of the two lines of words that appeared on the base of [Sigh of Hell].
Dad, come and save me!
It's so dark in here, and I'm so scared of Mordin!
"What bloodline is she a warlock?"
Qin Ran asked directly.
"demon!"
The old book said the answer with a slightly weird face.
"The devil..."
Qin Ran frowned.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence, my lord. I didn't find any records of your words in all the books, and I didn't find any in the deduction."
The old book said comfortingly.
coincidence
What a pity he never believed in coincidences!
Qin Ran pondered for a moment, then continued to ask: "Any other discoveries?"
"One more important discovery!"
"Your Majesty Modin seems to have participated in some big event, and then he devoted himself to studying the carving skills and fusing them with his own power!"
"However, what is the big event, I have no way of knowing."
"There is still too little information!"
Standing in front of hundreds of thick books, the old book said regretfully.
For this, Qin Ran did not criticize anything.
Because, he knows very well that although he has hundreds of books, what he really needs is only a line or even half a line in each book.
If there is no old book, it is impossible to obtain the above information without consuming huge manpower, material resources and time.
Of course, old books are not everything.
After all, some things are just not recorded.
Or the recorded books and scrolls, they can't find it at this moment.
Time is the most terrible weapon!
Nothing can last forever in time!
Decay and withering are the inevitable laws of time!
Therefore, another method must be chosen.
"Fries?"
Qin Ran shouted towards the door.
"My lord, what are your orders?"
'Frozen' walked in meticulously and responded.
"Can you carve?"
Qin Ran asked.
"Sculpture?"
"A little bit, but not proficient."
'Frozen' replied after a moment of surprise.
"A little bit is enough!"
Qin Ran laughed.
…
After running around the famous pastries and specialty restaurants in Eikend, Similade brought a lot of food to No. 17 Langtonding Street.
Ding dong!
"Hi, I'm Similade, I'm here to visit Your Excellency 2567."
Very politely, Similade rang the doorbell, and, facing the connected intercom, began to announce his home, and at the same time raised the food in his hand high, so that the camera could clearly capture it.
"Hold on."
A cold voice on the intercom answered.
After about two seconds, the door opened.
Fries stood there and looked at Similade, his eyes stayed on the food in the other's hand for a moment, and finally turned his body sideways.
"come in."
Fries said.
"Thanks."
Similade bowed his head and said.
Then, Similade followed Fries and walked towards the study.
In fact, he had read the design drawings of No. 17 Langtonding Street in front of him no less than 30 times, and he was really familiar with it, including the secret room, which he also knew.
Naturally, it also includes the people who live here.
Fries, Odok, Emma Eddy and the newly joined Galan.
Before, he had mastered the information of these people.
There are also speculations about the real identities of Fries and Odok.
And Galan
It is even more familiar.
However, Similade didn't dare to show it at this time.
To him, or to the House of Commons, the identities of these people were completely unimportant.
What matters is who these people follow.
Several members of the House of Commons have begun to pay attention to that person, and they simply issued an order to 'investigate' him.
To be honest, Similade really wanted to hang up the person who gave this order and beat him up.
Is the gluttonous king so easy to detect
If he is not careful, he will die in the line of duty!
Even if everything is safe and sound, he still spent two months' salary just to see the other party!
Thinking about his withered wallet, Similade was filled with despair.
Although it can be reimbursed, the complicated process will take at least another two months. During this time, he must cut down on food and clothing.
Inexplicably, when I think of cutting down on food and clothing.
The food that just felt ordinary just now became inexplicably delicious.
After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Similaide couldn't help but warn himself that this is a 'tribute' to keep him safe, and he must not move, absolutely not.
The door of the study was not closed.
Standing at the door of the study, Similade saw Qin Ran sitting behind the desk.
However, the next moment, his gaze involuntarily turned to the desk in front of Qin Ran.
This desk is very large, but at the moment the table is full of things.
Two sharp long swords without sheaths, a dagger in a leather sheath, and a pair of leather armor full of age.
Similade's gaze was very vicious.
It only takes one glance to recognize that the long sword and dagger are items with special power, and the pair of leather armor is even more precious among them.
He had seen similar leather armor in the collection room of a certain councilor.
According to rumors, that pair of leather armors cost a lot of money and used some disgraceful methods.
And now
A similar leather armor was casually left on the desk, and the owner was concentrating on the weird statue in his hand.
statue
After being taken aback for a moment, Similadin reacted instantly.
The investigator of the House of Commons immediately covered his eyes and knelt there with a plop.
"I understand the rules!"
"I understand everything!"
"I did not see anything!"
"I don't know anything!"
While speaking, Similaid crawled outwards.
"return."
Qin Ran said lightly.
"OK."
Similade turned around and crawled back.
"Do you recognize this statue?"
Qin Ran asked.
"Recognized, recognized, it should be the statue of Master Modin in the rumors."
Similade stammered.
"Of course I know it's Modin's work."
"What I'm asking is do you know that it belongs to Modin's work?"
As Qin Ran spoke, he placed the statue in his hand on the table.
Similade raised his head tremblingly, carefully put down the hands covering his eyes, first glanced at Qin Ran, and then looked at the statue after noticing anything unusual.
And when Similade's eyes touched the statue, his expression changed suddenly.