Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 92 The Hunter's Track

Winata was holding a cup of coffee, sitting by the window, watching the passers-by outside the window.

Have you been living a little too comfortably recently?Venata thought so in her heart.

Last winter, she hadn't fully recovered from the injuries she suffered on the battlefield. At that time, she was still a Sequence 9, and her physical fitness was not as good as it is now. She could only sit on the recliner by the window of her room, looking through the frost Looking at the pedestrians outside the window, it reminded her of Feysac's forest: strange creatures hidden in strange environments.

The more familiar you are, the easier it is to become a prey;

Conversely, the more you know, the easier it is to become a hunter.

However, I seemed to let him understand something too easily.

Compared with before, what has changed?
Venata wanted to understand.

Perhaps, the biggest difference between myself and a year ago is that I was given a psychological hint by that demigod.

But is this the reason?

Venata shook her head vigorously.She couldn't tell if she was willing to accept that speculation.

Altaïr is a guy who feels both familiar and strange.It makes people want to further explore his strange side, but also find a sense of security in the familiar side.

But what if this familiar sense of security also comes from the psychological hint of that strange demigod?
Venata scratched her golden hair a little irritably.Living in a strange country and among strange people, I seem to have become a lot stranger.

She couldn't help thinking of a strange proverb that her mother-in-law once said when she was teaching him how to hunt when she was living in the tribe.It was as cold that day as it is now, and the words of the mother-in-law came out of her mouth and then turned into white mist.

"Hunter's troubles last as long as a hunt..." Venata imitated her mother-in-law's tone and whispered to herself.

In other words, as long as a hunt is completed, the hunter should forget about the previous troubles, after all, no one can say whether he will be able to catch the prey tomorrow.Unlike assassins, hunters live in the moment.

Venata casually scanned the flow of people outside the window, and suddenly, her eyes became sharp.In her line of sight, a discordant figure suddenly appeared.

The figure of the prey.

Old Lynch, the supervisor of Buffett's company, was walking on the street, seemingly unaware of his abnormal reaction that had been discovered.His pockets were slightly open, and the posture with his hands in them was somewhat unnatural.

Seeing the appearance of Old Lynch, Venata's body tensed slightly.She put the 5 pence meal fee under the coffee cup and walked out of the cafe quickly.

Today's outfit is not suitable for stalking. This kind of attire is not too conspicuous on the streets of Loen, where the average person has a thick windbreaker... Therefore, Venata has no intention of hiding herself, and what she is preparing for is a grand hunt.

She was the only besieger, and there was only one besieged.But that's okay, it doesn't matter. The appearance of "Arsonist" is grand enough every time.

When Venata went out, old Lynch stopped; when Venata approached, old Lynch turned around and left immediately.However, if Venata quickened his pace, he would quicken his pace, and if Venata slowed down slightly, he would also stop for a while, so that the distance between the two sides remained the same.

The other party was asking me to follow him... He seemed to be following us for a while.Venata frowned.As a hunter who is very good at tracking and anti-tracking, as well as an assassin with high inspiration, he didn't even notice the other party's tracking.

Is this provoking me?Venata snorted coldly, then turned her head away decisively.

If you really have something to say, then come here, hunters will not let themselves fall into a passive situation!

Sure enough, after discovering that Venata wanted to leave, Old Lynch followed up awkwardly, and followed Venata to a small alley.

"What do you want to say to me?"

After old Lynch came to the alley panting, Venata, who had been waiting inside, asked.

The distance she reserved happened to be the position that she could reach in an instant by relying on the flame running, and it was completely possible to arrive first in this narrow alley.

"Sure enough, you are not an ordinary person."

Old Lynch took a breath, "What did you see when you came to the factory that day?"

"As the supervisor, you should know better than me what's in there."

Venata replied.

"That's why I didn't see it." Old Lynch said firmly.

"Perhaps, but I know now that there must be something shady there."

Venata didn't care.

"That's not important, what's important is that you have to promise me not to tell what you saw there. Judging from the newspapers in the past two days, whether you really didn't find anything or you found it but didn't want to say more, Your ability to keep secrets is pretty good, unlike that reporter who can only talk in the air."

"Not to mention whether your opinion of me is correct or not, you seem to have a big prejudice against Mr. Joseph."

Venata raised her eyebrows.

"Of course, the guy who thinks he has revealed the truth is the most abominable. They spread unnecessary hope in the East End, and at the same time, because of their timidity, they don't have the ability to turn this hope into reality, and deceive those naive female workers with sweet words. Show your true feelings, and then show yourself to be quite assertive by saying some innocuous nonsense in the newspaper..."

Old Lynch was a little emotional, "They have made money, but what about the female workers who were fooled by them and told the truth? Will he find them new jobs? After they tell the truth, Are you still alive to find another job?"

Old Lynch smiled sarcastically, and for a moment he seemed to be the best satirist.

"Maybe my laughing offends you," he said, "but it's funny to see you journalists betting money when you don't have any cards. Probably no one is better at chasing rumors than you." , but the results are all the same pathetic. To be honest, you don't even have a flower card in your hand, only small and small cards."

"It seems like you know more than you seem."

Venata said cautiously.

"Of course, the things I know are enough to make you shiver."

Old Lynch did not continue on this topic, but sternly warned: "Stop pursuing everything that happened in Mr. Buffett's factory, because it will ruin more than one person's life. I can see that you Sensible enough and sensible enough to have the gift of being a great reporter. But, in this case, good intentions don't necessarily lead to good results."

"I'm not worried about what the idiot reporter will find out, so I just came to warn you. I've said enough, if you are going to expose this matter, the ones who come to you are probably those things you are curious about. "

(End of this chapter)