Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 27 Investigation
"The goddess only teaches us to be loyal to love, but does not specify the specific identity of the other party. In my opinion, true love is like music, which transcends status and status, and even goes to species."

Britton stroked his forehead gracefully.

"Honestly, I think you artists should more or less check your brains."

Altaïr suggested sincerely.

"It's a hurtful evaluation... but not as hurtful as your previous rejection." Britten showed an exaggeratedly disappointed expression. "This pain makes me want to recite poetry."

"Ah, her flowers bloomed all night until dawn..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Altaïr waved his hands irritably, suddenly, he regretted coming here today.To be honest, he would rather argue with Venata all day than face the pursuit of a passionate man.

Before he was promoted to Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", this Britton was an excellent violinist with a considerable degree of musical talent, so he was promoted very quickly on this road, and he was also an outstanding person. It's just that his passionate pursuit gave Altaïr a headache.

The "red gloves" who like maids and senior deacons with strange hobbies...Altaïr suddenly felt a little emotional about what kind of people were mixed into the goddess' nighthawk team.

"However, you can actually understand Lolotta's hobbies..."

Altaïr was a little surprised, "I thought no one would understand her tricks about maids calming people's minds."

"Maybe it's because I'm also a member of the incomprehensible, but I can understand this kind of forbidden emotion—ah, unattainable love is like sweet poisonous wine..."

Britton sighed, while pressing his left hand to his chest in a chanting gesture.

"I can't understand it. Anyway, as a normal man, being held by a woman's arm will only make me feel distracted."

Altaïr shrugged.

"That's because you're still locked in the shackles of the basic concept of love,"

Britton said with some excitement,

"But in fact, compared to these, we should pay more attention to the spiritual collision, the sublimation of love, and the deeper things such as the blending and resonance of two lonely souls. Instead of focusing on the stupid meat and fat, Why don't you join me in admiring the marble-like body and the Quaternary-style fit figure..."

Seeing that Britton was out of control, Altaïr had reached into his pocket and gripped the revolver tightly, ready to give the other side a pistol butt to calm him down at any time.However, at this moment, the door of the prayer room opened, and a slightly angry black-haired lady walked out from inside.

She has a good appearance. Since she just came out of the prayer room, she didn't wear a hat. She was wearing a suit similar to a male butler's attire, consisting of a black vest, white shirt, black tight trousers and leather boots of the same color.However, at this time, the other party's face was crowded with anger for some reason.

"I was just saying my prayers when I heard someone outside singing hymns and knew it was you,"

Lolotta said to Britton aggressively,

"However, how dare you say that it is a useless piece of meat? It is a symbol of the brilliance of motherhood, a dream shared by men and women? When you lie on the legs of the maid's white socks that reach to the heel, that Wouldn't the enjoyment brought by the sweet smell emanating from the upright maternity symbol be hundreds of times better than those men's vulgar muscles?!"

"Hmph, superficial."

Britton snorted, "That kind of naturally soft body is not enough to carry the lofty sustenance of an extraordinary person. What we yearn for is a knight-like strong body, emotional resonance for art, and more elegant things."

"A knight's body? You don't mean to raise the knight's value deliberately because the Nighthawks cannot inherit the title of knight in your family by accident, right?"

Lolotta sarcastically said, "Wake up, the age of knights is over."

"But the heart of an artist will never die. We always pursue what we don't have, just like you pursue full breasts."

Not to be outdone, Britton retorted.

"you!!!"

The two refused to give in to each other, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Seeing this, Altaïr had a premonition that today might be a waste of time.

"Okay, okay, take a step back, both of you..."

Altaïr sighed.Although the soundproofing effect of the corridor behind the prayer room is good, if we discuss this kind of topic casually in the headquarters of the Evernight Goddess Church, if the nuns outside hear it, they will probably drive us out by waving silver candlesticks...

"On issues related to this position, there must be absolutely no concessions!"

Lolotta and Britton retorted in unison.

Don't be so persistent in such a strange place... The corner of Altaïr's mouth twitched.

If I can't beat you two, maybe I will force you to see a psychiatrist. It is said that Emperor Roselle invented a device that can correct cognition through mild electrical stimulation...

Altaïr adjusted his breath, and continued to persuade: "I will talk about your personal preferences later, and now I want to ask you to help me obtain some dossier materials, just use your identity as Nighthawks to go to the police station to extract them. "

"Go to the police station to retrieve the information..." Luo Luota's expression softened slightly, "Then it's not considered confidential, and it's not impossible to get it for you."

"However, the weather has been cold recently, and I don't feel like going out..." After finishing speaking, Lolotta yawned slightly, "After all, I am the 'Corpse Collector' pathway, not the 'Sleepless'..."

"If you are willing to come forward and help me get a copy of the materials I want, I will ask you to go to the Salma Cafe in Hillston District to apply for an annual card. With the annual card, you can have lighting and heating in the cafe It’s a good private room, you can enjoy all kinds of desserts freshly baked by the pastry chef in the coffee shop for free, and there is also a maid who will serve you all the time when you use the private room, providing knee pillows and ear picking services.”

Altaïr leaned closer to Lolotta's ear and whispered,
"And the most important point is that the average bust size of those maid uniforms is..."

For a moment, Altaïr seemed to see a green light emerge from the suddenly wide-open eyes of the woman in front of him.

"You, how do you know such a place?" Lolotta asked Altaïr in disbelief, clutching her chest, "I didn't know there was such a shop?"

"It's normal. This store only accepts regular customers who have a sense of proportion... After all, the goddess also respects women's rights. If some men do not know what to do, the owner will be very troublesome, and may be invited by the police station to drink Tea."

Artel paused, as if to arouse Lolotta's curiosity, and continued to speak slowly: "When I visited a friend who lived in Hillston, he told me about this place. You know Yes, these major shareholders will always have some access."

"So, are you going?"

"Go, definitely go!" Luo Luota woke up from the fantasy, "What information do you want? I will take you to the police station to find it now!"

She was about to walk out of the church when she suddenly thought of something and ran back to her prayer room.

"I'm going to change into a senior inspector's costume, wait for me a moment!"

"Altaïr, you are a person who knows how to empathize." Britten sighed, while staring at Altaïr with fiery eyes.

"This is the basic quality of a detective. We have to think from the perspective of a criminal, so as to discover the clues of his actions."

Altaïr raised his collar slightly, as if to block the blazing gaze.

"So, if one day I commit a crime, will you think from my perspective? Will you realize my burning emotions?" Britton looked straight into Altaïr's eyes.

"Calm down, you are a Nighthawk? Don't say such dangerous remarks."

The corners of Altaïr's mouth stiffened with convulsions.

Let’s not say that after you committed a crime, you must be cleaned up internally, instead of sending the reward to us bounty hunters, even if it is sent to the bounty hunters, it may not necessarily be my turn, right?Are you asking me to catch a Sequence 6 requiemer because you want my Sequence 8 life?
Thousands of words flashed through Altaïr's mind, but in the end he remained silent.Britton is even more insane than Lolotta. If one day he breaks through some strange bottom line, he may be in a dangerous situation...

Bottom line in every sense, danger in every sense!
Altaïr sighed, and could only pray in his heart that Ms. Loretta would come out as soon as possible.He didn't dare to start a conversation with Britton again, worried that the other party would get the wrong idea and find some strange point of conversation, and then he would lose control of the situation.

Fortunately, Lolotta came out quickly driven by the motivation of the maid, and Britton was not able to be alone with Altaïr for long.When Altaïr left the Sanctuary of Tranquility, he was greatly relieved.

The next itinerary is relatively pleasant, although Altaïr is not interested in maids, but at least Lolotta will not force herself to wear maid outfits.While sitting in the carriage, Altaïr was still thinking about these things.

Does it mean that Britton won't bother me as long as I'm promoted to Sequence 7 "Witch"?Altaïr considered the possibility seriously.

But, what if Ms. Lolotta pestered me to wear a maid outfit at that time?Thinking of this, Altaïr felt that his spirituality was a little turbulent.

"What's the matter with you? There seems to be something wrong with your emotional color." Lolotta, who was sitting across from the carriage, said concerned, "Just now Britton is pestering you again?"

"It's not a big deal." Altaïr shook his head, "Have you turned on your spirit vision all the time? Wouldn't it consume too much?"

"It doesn't matter, I've been promoted to a 'psychic', and I have a means of observing things like emotional colors that can be realized without opening the spirit vision."

Lolotta smiled kindly, but then showed an intoxicated expression.

"Watching those shy maids turn pink makes my heart melt~"

Is it too late for me to jump off the bus?Altaïr stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the somewhat stiff corners of his mouth, where the muscles became inflexible due to the subconscious twitching of the corners of his mouth.Regardless of whether he was promoted or not, he should stay away from these two guys in the future... Altaïr secretly made up his mind.

……

On the misty sea, the captain's room on the "Blue Avenger".

Alger Wilson was writing a nautical diary with a round belly pen in his hand.

"October 10th, the weather was fine... Hehe, this is just a customary saying. In fact, the sea is still covered with fog at this time. We only judge the time based on the clocks in the ship. But there have been a few times in the middle." Stop, the actual time may not be so accurate. Only on days like today when the fog is slightly lighter, we can rely on the sun to initially judge the time."

He flicked the pen and continued writing:

"We are still sailing along the sea line. However, no matter how close we are to that sea line, the distance between us and it has not changed a bit. In our eyes, it is still in that position, since it disappeared from our view. It has been like this since the sudden appearance. In this sea without a reference object, we cannot specifically observe it. These are all previous conclusions.”

Alger pondered for a while, then continued to write:

"We have also regarded it as a barrier or other living things and attacked it. However, the extraordinary ability of the fired shells will disappear as if they hit an empty space, and even a splash Can't afford to splash."

This kind of phenomenon, in Alger's sailing career for so many years, has never seen anything like it, which makes him feel very troublesome.Since the last Tarot meeting, he has been trying to find a way to break through that line.However, he failed again and again.

However, Alger was not that worried.After all, it is a task given by Mr. "Fool". If there is no difficulty, it is not worthy of the identity and personality of "Sea God".What's more, he had been in regular contact with Miss "Magician" some time ago, and obtained certain supplies through the other party's "teleportation".As a Extraordinary in the storm path, desalination of seawater is not a problem for him.In terms of food, there are the magician's supplies and those mushrooms, Alger is not afraid of consuming them at all.

"If there is still no result next week, I will seek help from the "Queen of Mysteries" through Ms. "The Hermit" in the Tarot Club, hoping that she will have some relevant information. After all, she has been at sea longer than I thought It will take longer. Alger thought relaxedly, took a sip from the cup of light beer, and almost didn't spit it out.

Why is it so unpalatable, with a bitter fishy smell... Alger glanced at the beer in the glass, and there was white foam floating on top of the clear yellow liquid, which looked really good, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

Alger dubiously poured the white foam above into the trash can, wanting to see what was wrong with the wine.The ball of white foam also slid into the trash can normally, hanging on the waste paper Alger threw into it.

Wait, hang on paper?Alger suddenly noticed something was wrong, and quickly lowered his head to take a closer look.It didn't matter what he saw, he was so frightened that he threw out a tiny lightning bolt and smashed it straight into the trash can!
The white substance hanging on that piece of waste paper is not the foam of beer, but a mass of flocculent mycelium that grows wildly and constantly secretes yellow and white liquid!The wine in the wine glass left the white mycelium, and suddenly turned into a leather-like brown, as if something had died!
(End of this chapter)