Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 75 Haunted
His hands are very strong, and he rushed to stop my speed just now, and he doesn't look like a five or sixty-year-old old man at all...

Altaïr turned his back to the opponent, his thoughts flashed.

After the contact just now, he initially suspected that Old Lynch was an Extraordinary, which was equivalent to the one whose body was good at Sequence 9, or the path with a higher Sequence and a relatively weaker body.

Altaïr turned around, continued to pretend to be a little stupid, and at the same time quietly opened his spirit vision, and cast his eyes on the opposite door blocked by the spindle.

However, there was nothing behind the door. Within the scope of spiritual vision, there were only dozens or hundreds of light clusters symbolizing weaving women workers, and there were similar numbers of light clusters behind that door, but they were weaker and the color of the light clusters was more intense. dim.

Is there another factory area over there?Altaïr was a little puzzled.If it's just a corridor connecting two factories, there's no need to block it with such an excuse. Although it's disgraceful to squeeze workers, it's not something that needs to be concealed in the moral values ​​of the Eastern District.

Altaïr rubbed his eyes, the powerful spiritual vision given to him by the assassin can even be equivalent to clairvoyance to a certain extent, and it is limited to the clairvoyance of the existence of spirit bodies.So even through the iron gate, Altaïr can be sure that the light spot over there is undoubtedly a human being, a genuine human being.

"What are you dawdling about?"

Just when Altaïr was in a daze, Old Lynch's crutch fell on his back with a "bang". It was much heavier than when he kicked his legs, but he seemed to have controlled his strength, and it was no longer like the first time he grabbed Altaïr. As hard as Thiel was.

"I'm warning you, don't be like that bastard Jack looking for women in the factory!" Old Lynch said angrily, "If you make the girls here pregnant, even if you let her have a baby at the work station, don't talk about it." If you have to be unable to work for a week, will the poor gold pounds be deducted from you?"

Old Lynch's voice was not low, even though the noise in the textile factory was not low, more than a dozen female workers heard this reprimand.

However, to Altaïr's surprise, there was not even the slightest touch on their faces for the scene described in old Lynch's words.They seemed to be completely numb to similar words, Altaïr felt that those vulgar words that could make noble ladies blush and heartbeat, and make the middle class angry, appeared in the world of these people almost as frequently as daily greetings.

Moreover, none of them felt unfair or resentful about the fact that the maternity leave was only one week...

Altaïr couldn't help shivering.He thought of the wild Extraordinary he had seen before, whose consciousness had been eliminated by surgery or abilities by the Nighthawks.Their white matter has been cut away, and they will just stay in place quietly, like puppets slowly spreading cracks in the passage of time.

"I'm leaving now." Altaïr fled outwards pretending to be embarrassed while avoiding old Lynch's stick.After he stood still at the door, he deliberately asked loudly, "Then are you going to the bar at night?"

"Go to hell!"

Old Lynch was furious, but Altaïr had already left the factory area in stride.

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It was twelve o'clock, and it was less than 10 minutes before dinner time... Altaïr glanced at his pocket watch, and decided to leave the factory among the female workers eating.

Before that, I have to find a place where no one is hiding.After all, my identity has changed a lot, so it would be bad to be recognized.Better, better find another chance to do a simple cross-dressing...

Thinking like this, Altaïr took off his deerstalker hat and stuffed it into his shirt, fastened all the buttons of the coat, adjusted it slightly, and took out the folding plain glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, so that He changed from a slender gentleman to a plump clerical worker.

Afterwards, he prepared to hide in the bathroom to avoid meeting too many people.

Just as he passed the tunnel that old Lynch said he used to go around, there seemed to be faint groans in his ears, as if the screams of pain were reflected many times in the open environment, and then Remnants of despair echoed under the weakening of the concrete.

Altaïr stopped abruptly, opened his spirit vision, and his other hand had already reached into his clothes, where there were "requiem spells" and "slumber spells" that were also effective for ghosts and ghosts.

However, his field of vision was empty.

Altaïr frowned, and approached the wall carefully, and after confirming that there was no one around, he put his ear against the wall.

This time, the sound was clearer: it was a cry, a hoarse cry, as if an exhausted person uttered it purely by instinct.

The water here seems to be deeper than I imagined...

Altaïr's eyes sank, and he was about to leave here when he was suddenly stopped by the person behind him.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? Don't you know that you are not allowed to approach here?"

Altaïr looked back, and what caught his eyes was a very ordinary-looking face, without any special features, making it almost impossible to remember his features.Turning his head for a split second, Altaïr saw his breastplate: Ymir Smith.

Hey, I have met the real master...

There was a buzzing in Altaïr's head, but his mouth didn't stop, "I'm a maintenance worker hired by Mr. Buffett, he said that the walls here are after all rebuilt from air defense facilities a long time ago, and many places are in disrepair , Ask me to check it. Just now, I judged whether there is any damage inside the wall by lying on the wall and listening to the change of the knocking sound."

Seeing that the other party was dubious, Altaïr stretched out his dusty hand. "Get to know me, I'm Jimick, the security officer of Backlund Construction Contracting Company."

He saw the name from the business card in the wallet of the unlucky assassin who was killed by him. This action was not to get closer to the other party, but to simply distract the other party's attention and occupy the other party with a lot of information. The processing process of the brain no longer thinks about the loopholes in the previous sentence.

"Oh..." Smith obviously didn't react, and shook hands with Altaïr in a daze. "I'm Emil Smith, the treasurer of this company."

"It's almost time to eat. Do you know any good places to eat near here? I mean, the ones that are suitable for heavy manual workers like me."

Altaïr didn't let the opponent stop to think, and immediately asked new questions.

"Ah, this..." Under Altaïr's guidance, Smith began to seriously think about which restaurant is better.But at this moment, the bell for leaving work suddenly rang.

"Ah, it's already twelve o'clock!" Altaïr exaggeratedly glanced at his pocket watch, and said in feigned surprise, "I'll continue the survey in the afternoon, so I'll see you later, Mr. Smith."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly to salute, and soon returned the same way, and left the factory among the crowd going out.And Mr. Smith still stood where he was, seeming to be thinking about where would be a better place to have lunch.

But in the process of thinking, his eyes swept back and forth on the wall from time to time.

(End of this chapter)