Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 83 I'm A Little Angry

"... That's it. We received a report from him. The informant asked us to speak to the senior inspector of St. Samuel's Church, otherwise he would not say anything."

In the corridor of the police station, Lolotta and Britton, who were wearing the nighthawk's unique senior inspector uniform, walked towards the interrogation room while listening to the little policeman's report.

"God, it's the first time I've seen that scene, the poor man's stomach was opened..."

The little policeman was still babbling, but Lolotta and Britten were no longer paying attention to his story.

"He's not a guy who likes to make things big."

Lolotta said abruptly to Britton, "He should be looking for something."

"Yes."

Britton did not argue with Loretta, which was rare. "We have to find a way to figure this out. Although Altaïr's moral standards are relatively...flexible, his moral bottom line is still trustworthy."

"In other words, even the kindest of the guys who can be tracked down by him should have been a researcher in the underground of St. Samuel's Cathedral for at least 20 years."

After waving the little policeman to leave, Luo Luota concluded in this way.

"Come on, let's go and see."

Britton took a few steps and pushed open the iron gate of the interrogation room. Altaïr was sitting quietly inside, just as he was standing quietly among the corpses of the Rand family.

Britton was a little surprised when he saw the other party's face hidden in the darkness.The lines of Altaïr's face seemed to become softer, but under the smooth and beardless face, the hidden emotions made him, who was already a Sequence 6, feel a little scared for no reason.

"Altaïr, you..." Britten wanted to say something, but for a moment he was at a loss for words because he didn't know which question to ask first.

"I'm after a craftsman, a wild craftsman."

However, before he could ask, Altaïr spoke calmly.

"A dangerous craftsman suspected of being influenced by the 'Mother Tree of Desire'. In order to prevent people from investigating him, he planted in the body of that poor little girl Lopez a strange creature that would break out when his name was mentioned. Cub. This may be one of the benefits brought to him by the Desire Mother Tree."

Britten and Lolotta looked at each other with a serious look in their eyes.

"Tell me in detail."

Luo Luota took out his notebook, "Is it related to the file you asked me to investigate that day?"

"Have."

Altaïr nodded, "Actually, those dossiers were used to analyze his behavior patterns and action trajectories. He seems to have been influenced by the Mother Tree of Desire, and created many tragedies in order to eliminate the negative effects of magical items."

"Then why didn't you tell us in the first place?"

Lotta frowned.

"My client didn't express his attitude. In other words, I don't know whether he wants the craftsman to make things or eliminate harm for the people. Don't ask me who he is, I just received it indirectly through my own channel. task."

"A client who knows the Mother Tree of Desire and can recognize its influence, the organization behind it cannot even reveal a craftsman. It is impossible for you not to consider these."

Britton's face sank, "Eliminating these guys is also the job of our Nighthawks!"

Altaïr shook his head, "It's indeed your job to eliminate these guys, but it's not my job. My job is only until I find traces of this guy. In fact, when I got here, his news has been exposed. My job It's done."

However, Britton was not offended by the remarks.Instead, he continued to stare at Altaïr, with something similar but completely different from the previous emotion in his gaze, which was trust in the character of the recognized person, and he was looking forward to Altaïr's next words, looking forward to his Make a decision.

Altaïr did not disappoint him.

"That's the end of my job, and I'm going to follow my hobbies for a while."

Altaïr said slowly and firmly, the voice was not loud, but the determination contained in it was decisive enough.

"I will not hinder your continued investigation, and I will also hand over all the information I have previously investigated to you."

"Altaïr..."

Luo Luota couldn't help calling his name softly.

"It's okay, Lolotta, Britton..." Altaïr tilted his head and smiled at them, "Have you ever heard of this joke? It's a subtle joke about the gentleman of Loen."

"If a gentleman of Roone says he is very happy, what he really means is 'you are doing well'; and if he says 'you are doing well', you should reflect on what is not his By the time he says 'I'm not very satisfied with you', you probably have made a big fuss; however, if he tells others that he is a little angry now, it's better to stay away from him, because he thinks It is estimated that it has already blown some people's dog heads."

There was a brief silence in the interrogation room.After a while, Britton breathed a sigh of relief as if he had let go of some burden: "Then what about you now?"

"Me? . . . well, I have to admit I'm a little pissed right now."

Altaïr shrugged effortlessly.

……

On the other side, in Mr. Buffett's factory, old Lynch sent Mike and his party away, yelled at the female workers twice to let them continue to work, then walked out of the workshop and turned into the toilet.

Instead of entering the compartment, he lit a yellowed cigarette, as if waiting for something.

After a few minutes, what he was waiting for arrived.

It was a gray-and-white mouse with a piece of front paw missing, and the hair on its body was already a little bald.

"Well, is there anything wrong?"

Old Lynch flicked the cigarette ash and took a puff of smoke at the gray mouse.

The mouse quickly climbed up the window sill, took a puff of cigarette enjoyment, and then even spoke.It relies on vibrating air to make a sound, and the timbre is exactly the same as that of the old Lynch.

"That female reporter is not simple, she almost found me... I dare not send my children to observe casually, she gives me a dangerous feeling, maybe her way is also very unfriendly to us animals .”

Gray and White Mouse straightened the glued whiskers, hesitated for a while, and said slowly.

"What are you going to do? Tell Mr. Smith again? He's wicked, even compared to what's in the warehouse," he said, pausing briefly, as if out of fear. "Those things can't even compare to his one-ten-thousandth horror!"

"Then what am I going to do? Just walk away? Take your mouse friend?"

Old Lynch scratched at the few hairs left, "If it weren't for the extraordinary potion I sneaked into the food, many people would definitely not survive this winter..."

The mouse and the old man were silent together.

(End of this chapter)