At this time, Munihei was in a state of city-wide carnival. People could be found in the streets and alleys, holding wine glasses and singing their own songs. Even strange tunes would draw applause.
People were looking forward to the upcoming grand event, and the law enforcement departments, which were usually very strict in enforcing the law, also joined in the carnival.
Everyone knew that no jerk would cause trouble on such a happy day, and anyone who did so would be despised.
The prostitute, dressed up in fancy clothes, walked to the corner of the street, wantonly showing off her two lumps of white tender flesh on her chest to passers-by, and flirting with passers-by in a provocative tone.
At the same time, there are also cigarette dealers who are happily dancing on the streets. They are often wearing leather coats that go below the knee, with modified small pockets lining. They show passers-by tobacco that is not usually available, or some other things.
If you are a stranger, please pay attention to your wallet and valuables. If you are distracted, a third hand will empty your pockets in the moment you are not paying attention.
With the law enforcement agencies turning a blind eye, people are welcoming the arrival of the Munihei Music Festival in their own ways, except for the people from the mysterious investigation bureau.
Ever since Jobtran temporarily left the Munich branch to go to the University of Michigan to conduct an investigation, Rhodes, who is as unattractive as ever, has taken over some of Jobtran's investigation work.
During the time that he followed Jobtran, Rhodes' life was both painful and happy; although he usually just ran errands, there was a reason why Jobtran took a liking to him.
Rhodes is a man whose spirit has been possessed by an Is.
Unknowingly, the Islamic people left a lot of mystical information in his mind, which made his logical thinking ability much stronger, but he himself has not realized this yet.
Jobtran discovered his qualities and kept him by his side, and Rhodes also learned a lot from observing Jobtran's daily work.
Rhodes sat at the bar counter of Jobtran's favorite bar and flipped through the document that Jobtran had summarized.
The thick documents piled up into a small mountain, but Ross looked through them over and over again without getting tired.
After repeated inspection, Rhodes discovered a strange suspicious point.
Almost all large-scale cases related to the Yellow Gang have one thing in common, that is, the body of a red-haired woman will basically be found at the scene.
Rhodes, who also has red hair, naturally thinks of his own blood, Irish ancestry.
There are not many authentic red-haired Irish people left in the world, and they can even be said to be scarce, so Rhodes believes that the Yellow Group is consciously conducting a sacrifice against the red-haired race.
When Rhodes opened the reporter's diary that Jobtran had read that year, he was convinced of this.
"Feast."
Ross, who was wearing a blue shirt, muttered to himself while looking at the document.
"Big head, what are you talking about?"
This is the sleepy and gluttonous girl, Louisa, the longbowman who once worked with Lodz to track down Ketchev.
Today, Louisa was wearing a light leather jacket and comfortable cloth shoes as usual, but this leather jacket, which allowed Louisa to show off her slender waist, was not very suitable for the cool autumn weather.
"Oh, it looks like you got enough sleep today."
Ross glanced at the energetic Louisa and said jokingly.
"I slept for thirteen hours, but I had a nightmare. I woke up in a cold sweat and ate two donuts right after I got out of bed."
Louisa stuck out her tongue and said mischievously.
"How about you do me a favor? I'll cover all the donuts for this month."
Ross asked eagerly.
"Oh? Big Head, you don't seem like such a generous person. It's not something dangerous, is it?"
Louisa answered warily, as if she had noticed Ross's little conspiracy.
"What? Donuts for a month?"
A silly voice came from behind the two of them. It was a moving mountain of meat, a chubby Pigman.
"Oh, come on. Are you so excited just by hearing about food?"
Ross spread his hands helplessly.
"Tell me, as long as it's physical work, I, Pigman, can do it for you."
Pigman patted the thin Ross enthusiastically. Ross covered his shoulder and felt a burning pain.
"No, no, no, Pigman, you can't do this. I believe only Louisa or Veronica can do it."
Ross replied with a wry smile.
"Oh? Tell me about it. If it's fun, I'll agree."
Louisa blinked her big blue eyes, and her curved eyelashes were so beautiful.
"I need you to dye your hair."
Roz replied.
"I don't want to dye my hair all over the place just for donuts. Doesn't my beautiful blonde hair look good?"
Louisa replied simply and crisply.
"Well, actually Veronica is the right person for this task, but unfortunately she is busy right now."
Ross said dejectedly, lowering his head, but secretly glanced at Louisa.
Ross knew that such a hint was enough to arouse Louisa's competitive spirit.
"Hehe, women are always confident in their beauty and abilities.
The psychology of comparison is human instinct. "
Ross was thinking this in his mind, he was cunningly calculating against this innocent little girl, like a sweet trap set by a burrow spider, waiting for Louisa to ask questions.
"Hey! Are you saying that I'm not as good as Sister Veronica?"
Louisa said angrily, her hands on her hips.
"In terms of body shape, you are indeed a little bit behind."
Pigman muttered as he took out a piece of bread from somewhere and was eating it.
Louisa lowered her head to glance at her "developing" buds, blushed, turned her head away and snorted.
"Hmph, superficial man."
"Haha, it seems like you guys are getting along pretty well now, kids."
Reiner, who was wearing an ascetic robe, heard the discussion of several people from not far away and walked up to them.
"Oh, Master Reiner, are you done with your prayers and practice for today?"
After hearing this, Ross waved towards Reiner and greeted him warmly.
"God bless you, this is my daily task. As long as I am alive, it will never end."
Reiner made the sign of the cross on his chest and answered devoutly.
"Here it comes, the old man is preaching the Holy Light again."
Pigman finished his bread silently, and started to eat a piece of cake, speaking incoherently while biting the cake in his mouth.
"Oh? Pigman, it seems you need some love from the Holy Light? How about ten lashes and three days of fasting?"
Reiner said with a kind look on his face.
After hearing this, Pigman stopped what he was doing and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Since everyone is here, I won't hide it anymore."
Ross saw these familiar faces and decided to explain his discovery to everyone.
"Oh, right? Didn't you want me to dye my hair? What exactly do you want to dye it for? I don't believe that you just don't like my smooth and beautiful blonde hair."
Louisa said as she ruffled her proud blonde hair with her fingers.
"Hey, I am proud to announce to you that I have found the clues that Mr. Jobtran did not find."
Ross crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking like a smug villain.
As soon as Ross said this, it attracted everyone's attention.
"Tell me about it. I'm curious."
Louisa said.
Rhodes spread out several sheets of case details that he had summarized on the bar counter and pointed to the words he had written one by one with a pen.
“Look here, the incident happened five years ago, there were forty-three deaths, one of them was a red-haired woman.
Look here again, four years and six months ago, there were sixty-two deaths, one of which was a red-haired woman.
There are a total of sixty-eight cases on this map, all of which are mass death cases related to the Yellow Group.
Did you find common ground
Rhodes showed his results to everyone and said proudly.
"But isn't this just a coincidence?"
Louisa asked innocently.
"Coincidence? Maybe if it happens once or twice, it could be a coincidence, but if it happens continuously, that's not necessarily the case.
In my opinion, this is artificial.
Look here, this is a file from the city of Umr.
This red-haired reporter participated in an event called a feast and recorded it all.
This is the crucial clue.
Think about it, if this feast is a kind of sacrificial ritual of the Yellow Group, doesn't it explain the importance of the red-haired woman?"
Reiner pondered for a while, then spoke seriously,
"If your discovery is true, there should be regularities in these cases. Have you found any relevant patterns?"
“Unfortunately, I’m not sure about that.
I believe these collective cases are usually caused by the Yellow Group making a mistake at some point. I believe that the specific time of their feast cannot be found in the documents here."
"Please give my brothers a glass of craft dark beer. This mission is quite difficult."
A man wearing medieval knight armor walked up to the bar and spoke to the bartender.
He took off the heavy and hard helmet, revealing his sweaty and haggard face.
There were several hideous claw marks on his armor, and some places had even been scratched through, revealing the bloody wounds inside.
"Oh, Harvey, is the hunt for the demon wolf complete?"
The bartender asked Harvey, who was originally from the Knights Templar.
“Yeah, something went wrong, we ran into a bunch of bastards who ambushed us.
But under my blade, he successfully returned to the Holy Light."
Harvey smiled broadly.
After that, Harvey turned to Ross and said,
“Since these are individual failures, you only need to mark them on the calendar to roughly find the time period in which the case occurred, and thus determine the time point when the single activity occurred.
However, to be honest, the activities of those crazy people in the Yellow Group should be very regular.
They are a bunch of guys who think they are the elite.”
Harvey took the craft stout handed to him by the bartender and drank the whole glass in one gulp.
"Ha, it's really nice to have a beer after a mission."
"Seeking pleasure is not a habit for a Templar."
Ascetic Reiner saw Harvey's actions, shook his head and spoke softly.
"Oh. Master Reiner, don't worry, the Holy Light will forgive us.
We are the ones who cleanse the world of true sin for the Holy Light, and these little things are not worth mentioning.
Proper relaxation is the best way to relax after hard work.
What’s more, the Munich Music Festival is about to start.”
Harvey changed his serious expression and responded with a playful smile.
After hearing what Harvey said, Ross fell into deep thought. He scribbled a schedule on a piece of paper, then slapped his head and said in annoyance,
"It's over. I know when the next feast will be. I just know it! Damn my blind spot in thinking!"
Harvey's face changed when he heard this. He probably understood what Ross meant and snatched the schedule that Ross had just drawn up.
“Munich Festival!”
Harvey said in a low voice through gritted teeth.
“Sure enough, we let our guard down when Joe Butran was not around.
We have to take action.”
After Harvey finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to meet the man in the archives room.
"Um, actually I have a plan."
Ross said with a lack of confidence.
"Oh? You are really amazing after becoming a disciple of Jobtran. Tell me about your plan."
Louisa said.
"It's like this, they need a red-haired woman for every feast.
Why don't we take advantage of the situation and send a red-haired woman to their door. After they fall into the trap, we can know from the inside who the members of the Yellow Group are.
In addition, we can protect all the red-haired women in the city and hide them temporarily until the feast is over before they can come out again."
Ross explained to everyone unconfidently.
“You’re talking about a big project.
Do you know how many people there are in Munihei now
We also need to select all the red-haired women from among so many people and protect them one by one. We don’t have enough manpower.”
While Harvey was talking to Reiner, Pigman stuffed the unfinished cake in his hand into his mouth and pointed out the flaw in Ross's plan.
Javier thought for a moment and shook his head.
Rhodes was shocked when he saw Harvey's reaction. Although he knew it was an immature plan, he thought it was feasible.
But what Harvey said at this time changed the situation.
“Yes, the Investigation Bureau does not have enough staff, but if you include the Public Security Bureau and the Municipal Bureau, you should be able to do it.
We can't let those bastards who are paid by the taxpayers to slack off these days.
By the way, can you tell me about your undercover plan?"
"Well, thank you for your appreciation, Lord Harvey. My undercover plan is to let Louisa dye her hair and then become their target.
I believe that with Louisa's skills, she should be able to escape."
Ross said slowly.
The more he talked, the less confident he felt, because he saw that Louisa's eyes were turning colder as she looked at him.
"You expect me to work hard for a month's supply of donuts? You can't do that."
Louisa turned her head away and said angrily.
Ross gritted his teeth, as if he had made a very difficult decision, and said to Louisa in a pleading tone,
"That'll be a year! I'll buy you all the desserts from the best candy shop on Bloomington Street."
"snort!"
Louisa still ignored it and was obviously not happy.
Pigman used a toothpick to pick out the cake crumbs stuck in his teeth and said disdainfully,
"Tsk, so hypocritical."