Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 67 Information
After half an hour, Altaïr came to the door of the "Brave Bar".He pushed open the door and walked in, smelling the familiar scent of spirits mixed with the tanned leather bag in which it was contained.

He passed one drunk after another, separated the crowd with the assassin's excellent body control, passed by the dog-and-mouse game table, and came to the No. 3 billiard room where Ian often stayed.

The big red-eyed boy was waiting for him there, leaning against the back of the sofa with a glass of brightly colored wine.

"It's so rare that you're late too."

Ian Wright said with a smile, raising the cup in his hand to salute Altaïr.

"Something happened on the road." Altaïr took off his heavy windbreaker and threw it on the sofa on the other side. "It's you, aren't you an adult yet?"

"It's still two months away from turning eighteen."

Ian smiled, took a small sip of the liquid in the glass, and took a breath of satisfaction.

"However, I believe that the goddess will not care about this small difference."

Every alcoholic probably has a similar excuse the first time he touches alcohol... Altaïr secretly cursed.

"Okay, what about the information I want?"

Altaïr held out his hand to Ian.

"Here, this is the map of the hotel you want." Ethan fumbled in his pocket for a crumpled map of Backlund's Eastern Region, and unfolded it in front of Altaïr.

"In addition to the 28 regular hotels marked on the map, there are 145 private hotels of various sizes." Ethan unfolded the map in his hand and pointed to the location of the hotel marked with a red pen .

"Of course, I entrusted ten vagrants to scatter and search for each of the ten areas, so there may be some missing border locations, but the number will not be too many."

"The efficiency is good." Altaïr nodded in appreciation, and took out two five-pound notes from his wallet and handed them to Ian. After thinking for a while, he found out a few solis of change, and counted them out. It fell into Ian's hands.

"These rent the box I usually use for an hour... By the way, it's better to prepare a pot of coffee for me."

"Would you like bread and cheese?"

Ian asked.

"Half portion will do."

Altaïr nodded and walked to the box, Ethan picked up his clothes and followed behind.

After Ian put those things by Altaïr's table and left politely, Altaïr took out another map in his pocket, which was the artisan that was previously summarized based on the location of the vicious case Range map of possible activities.

Altaïr held up the two maps, holding them up to the light, so that the markings on the two maps coincided.Then he put down the map and rubbed the overlapping points with the extraordinary memory.

After a while, Altaïr let out a long breath.

He found three similar points on the inner and outer circles.In other words, there are three locations suspected to be affected by the mother tree, and vicious cases occurred.The effect was even better than he expected, which saved him a lot of trouble in locking the target.

However, Altaïr was not at all happy.

"Among the more than 20 areas where many vicious cases have occurred, only three are likely to be caused by the influence of extraordinary power..."

Altaïr looked at the chart gravely.After a long time, he sighed deeply.

Even after wars, changes, death and rebirth, and even the death of the true gods, the evils of human beings still exist. Bitter fruit.

Extraordinary people must always maintain their humanity and fight against madness and loss of control.

However, madness is also part of human nature.The good in human nature is human nature, and the evil is also human nature.

Altaïr was silent for a while, sandwiched the cheese Ian brought up in the bread, and stuffed it down with the coffee of fairly average quality, choking him to tears.

Afterwards, Altaïr put on his trench coat, and instead of going through the noisy crowd again, he jumped out carefully from the window of the box.

When Ian came to collect the dishes an hour later, Altaïr had already returned to the two-storey single-family building at No. 12 Rose Street.Before entering, he glanced at the letter box hanging on the gate fence.In addition to today's evening paper, there was also a letter from the Backlund Herald newspaper office, on which Venata's name was written in beautiful cursive script.

"I am back."

Altaïr opened the door, "There is a letter from you, from the Backlund Herald."

"Why so slow?"

Venata was holding the Apocalypse of the Storm brought by Sophie to teach her Loen characters. Hearing this, she raised her head and stretched out her hand to Altaïr, beckoning him to give her the letter.

"Are you talking about news from the newspaper?"

Altaïr took off his sandals at the door.The shoes got a little dirty on the ground near the bar, which made Altaïr a little sick, so he simply took the shoes to the bathroom.

"You and the newspaper have news, right?" Venata stretched her waist, and rubbed the knotted strand of hair on the little girl's head, trying to push it down, but she failed unfortunately.

"It's just in time to come back, let's cook quickly, you have delayed for so long, I want to make it myself."

Venata showed a natural look.

"Do you want to give Sophie the pile of things you made yourself?" Altaïr pressed his temple, "Forget it, it's not good to waste food."

"By the way, Sophie, something happened to your father..."

Altaïr skillfully took off his coat and put on an apron, and told Sophie who had just finished her homework about Mr. Statham.

"Dad, how is he hurt? Is there any problem?"

Sure enough, Sophie immediately asked anxiously, her big eyes were about to burst into tears. ,

"No problem, no problem..." Altaïr quickly reassured, "He is taking care of the injured lady, and he also said that he believes that you have grown up, and you can fall asleep by yourself when Dad is away."

In order to keep Sophie from crying, Altaïr used the eloquence of "Instigator" to tell a white lie.In fact, because he couldn't bear the atmosphere there, he fled out in a hurry, and didn't have time to listen to what Mr. Statham had to say.

Facts have proved that parents' recognition of their own growth has a fairly high ranking on the list of children's wishes-of course, if there is such a list.

After hearing Altaïr's words, Sophie really stopped making trouble, and obediently followed Venata, waiting for the other party to read her the story in the church brochure.

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