Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 649 Leonard’s Investigation Progress
With Xio in front and Sherman slowly following behind, the two left the alley and returned to the street. Instead of taking the subway lines that extended in all directions, they hired a carriage and drove from the North District where the steam train station was to the East District.

After carefully closing the window and drawing the curtains to seal the car, Sherman breathed a sigh of relief and took off the hood on his head.

He, no, it should be her. Her middle brown hair has grown to her waist, and is tied up casually on the back of her head. Her face is much more refined than that of "Sherman", but she can still see a few... The original facial features, such as thinner eyebrows and thin and slightly wider lips, are like the differences between twin brothers and sisters.

But the combination of these characteristics that could only be called "okay" gives her a unique charm. Among the women Xiu has seen, she is also a rare and attractive type. She has a good appearance but a lazy temperament. Forsi is more likely to attract the interest of the opposite sex.

Even those eyes that looked a little melancholy when she was a man, which made people think she lacked masculinity, now perfectly matched her weak appearance, making Xio, a bounty hunter who was a head shorter than her, subconsciously think that she was You should accept your own protection.

But he, no, she is already a Sequence 7 Beyonder!

"Sherman, I didn't expect you to really become a woman." Looking at this friend's new appearance, Xio's face didn't know whether it was emotion or confusion. "Those fateful jokes you said before, what long-awaited I always thought they were just complaints about dissatisfaction with life... Moreover, what about Freya and Daisy? "

Xio is actually not that resistant to the fact that Sherman becomes Sherman. After all, she has seen many kinds of changes in people caused by magic potions, some of which make people cold-blooded and ruthless. From a boy who dare not kill a chicken to a murderer without blinking an eye. Some of the murderers made people become neurotic, and they could often hear words coming from unknown sources... So, it is not unusual for a magic potion that can turn a person into another gender.

But she knew that after rescuing Liv's family in the smog, the sisters had developed a crush on the thin man, and within half a year of getting along, it developed into a longing for the opposite sex. I'm afraid that privately, They have begun to secretly compete or reach some kind of agreement.

Now that Sherman has become Sherman, what should they do?

Bang, there was a soft sound, and black flames that could absorb all light floated from her fingertips.

Leonard Mitchell picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip. Through the obstruction of the fog, he looked at the "Nighthawk" sitting opposite him, the "Nightmare" who was on the same path as him but with a slightly lower sequence. "Chuck Hopper.

"Last September, when the manuscript of the Third Generation Difference Engine was being sought and fought for by many parties, I intervened in a spy case involving the existence of extraordinary powers. That was supposed to be taken over by MI9, but they all went out to deal with Inti Si and Fusak are spies, so the investigation can only be left to me."

When the latter heard his question, he withdrew his eyes from the carriage passing by quickly outside the window. The brown eyes under the messy bangs narrowed slightly, as if he was lost in memories.

She had seen this kind of black flame, which was essentially a curse, during the battle between Miss Irene and a "Judge". It easily killed the Sequence 6 enemy, just like killing an ordinary person without extraordinary abilities.

"Me and the Sheriff of Red Rose Street in Backlund Bridge District..."

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There was also a trace of confusion on Sherman's feminine face.

"Do you remember the name 'Eileen Watson'?"

"Is this terrifying power your purpose?"

she murmured, as if she no longer recognized her friend.

Her skin was delicate, and her weak, boneless arms stretched out from under her cloak, with her index finger pointing up between the two of them.

Except for me, the "Nightmares" seem to have poor memories, such as Captain... Leonard's thoughts returned to Tingen for a moment, and it wasn't until Hopper spoke that he was pulled back to this cafe.

The carriage roared through the streets and headed quickly to the East Side, where they would reorganize the "Black Claw Gang" in the name of Sherman's sister, Sherman, and hand it over to Hugh's management, and this newly promoted " Witch" will hide behind the scenes and find a way to play the role that suits her.

Leonard took notes while listening, comparing them with the contents of the dossier in his mind.

"Yes, Chief Duler, let's investigate the house where a missing Fusac spy lived. It has been rented by a young woman, so we asked her a few questions, confirmed that the spy did not return, and left. ”

"No, of course not," Sherman waved away the cursed black flames, put on the hood again, hiding her beauty in the shadows, and shrunk her delicate body slightly, "This is someone who can protect you like Miss Irene." The power of important people.”

"Dürer."

"I don't know... Sometimes I wonder if I should stay at the 'instigator' stage. The East District has gradually recovered and even become better than before. I also have enough ability to protect myself. But entering the extraordinary The wish I had when I was in the world still pops up in my mind from time to time, urging me to move forward..."

"In the end, Miss Irene convinced me that if I want to protect Freya, Daisy and Liv, and have my own power, Sequence 8 is far from enough."

Xio immediately felt the hairs on her body stand up. The "sheriff's" dangerous instinct made her aware that the black flame in front of her had the ability to seriously injure her or even kill her.

"Is she Eileen Watson?"

"Yes, that was the only time I saw her... No, to be precise, there was a dream review, you know, this is standard procedure," "Nightmare" Hopper said, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, " But why did you ask me in person? The relevant information should be in the attendance records and case files, Mr. Mitchell."

Hopper showed some respect for this "Red Glove" who was parallel to the "Nighthawk" system but had a slightly higher status, but not much. After all, there are more red gloves in Backlund than the average Nighthawks, so they are not considered rare.

"This was not an official assignment, but an investigation that I conducted for personal reasons."

Leonard did not change his mood because of the other party's attitude. In the past six months, his exaggerated temper has calmed down a lot, and he would only occasionally return to the style of the Tingen period when he was alone at home.

"I just want to know, do you remember what this Miss Eileen Watson looks like?"

He pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and asked expectantly.

After locating the missing Miss Irene and confirming that there was "something wrong" with her, Leonard went through all the Nighthawk files that had been stored underground in St. Samuel's Church for nearly a year, and finally found out in an operation last September I discovered this name in the Internet, so I couldn't wait to make an appointment with the "nightmare" who was handling the task, and asked for his help in a private name.

"Appearance..."

That look of reminiscence appeared on Chuck Hopper's face again, and Leonard secretly thought something was wrong.

Sure enough, after a moment, the nightmare smiled apologetically and said:
"I can't remember exactly. I saw too many people every day, some in reality, some in dreams... But I still have the impression that her appearance was so outstanding that Sheriff Dule was always a little distracted that day. There were many mistakes in the subsequent investigation.”

This is a problem that most "nightmares" face. They reverse day and night, lingering in other people's dreams for a long time. Some people even cannot tell the difference between reality and dreams, and their memory deteriorates. But this sequence is not considered One of the serious problems.

Only by mastering the acting method and distinguishing the real self from the "nightmare" self can we avoid these problems... He pursed his lips and did not blame himself for not understanding the acting method. Like the captain, he had been in Sequence 7 for many years. Hopper.

But the other party's vague answer also confirmed one thing for him: There must be something wrong with Erin Watson!

How could that round face with some freckles, which could be considered average at best, become so outstanding that a police chief could not forget it?
The only way now is to enter Hopper's dream and try to make him recall the scene of the day in his dream. However, for a nightmare, his dream cannot be easily entered unless it is in the name of a formal investigation. That will expose your own actions...

As for other people who may have been in contact with Irene, such as the landlord Mrs. Wallis, she has gone to the warm and pleasant Disi Bay to recuperate due to the sequelae of the great smog. Sheriff Duerer of the neighborhood has also been transferred from Backlund, and he will be available for a short period of time. No opportunity to investigate.

When he hesitated, a somewhat ethereal voice came from behind him.

"It seems that you have encountered some troubles that you can't solve and need the lady's active assistance, huh?"

Before the other party could say something that was even less suitable to fall into the ears of other "Nighthawks", Leonard turned around and interrupted the other party with a quick greeting:
"Ms. Dai Li, why are you here?"

Hopper obviously recognized this "Necromancer" who was wearing a black robe and had a somewhat aloof temperament. He was the captain of another team. He stood up solemnly and said hello.

Fortunately, she didn't wear that weird makeup today, otherwise it would have been too easy to attract the attention of other guests... Leonard muttered inwardly, watching Daly sit next to him, facing Chuck Hopper.

"Of course I'm here to see what you are busy doing every day, and then decide whether to report to the boss..."

She chuckled lightly and looked at the forgetful Nighthawk with her green eyes.

"Also, I have some experience in dealing with the 'Nightmare' whose memory is not very good. Do you need me to use psychic skills to help him recover?"

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The sharp whistle sounded, and the car, dragging thick smoke, left Backlund with a carriage full of passengers and embarked on the journey to Feneport.

Looking out the window, the scenery changed from the urban area shrouded in fog to the farmland covered in healthy green. Forsi closed the curtains, stretched out, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and drank the wine that came with the meal. Drink the low-alcohol fruit wine in one gulp.

"The food and service in the first-class carriage are better than most hotels in Backlund. The only drawback is that it is expensive... Fortunately, the trip expenses were paid by the publisher in Trier, otherwise I would rather squeeze into the second-class carriage... …”

She murmured, looking at the manuscript on the corner of the table, hesitating whether to read the manuscript for publication again or take a nap on the sofa as large as the bed.

"咚咚-"

Before he could make a decision, there was a knock on the door of the box. Just when Forsi was about to say "come in", he remembered that the door had been locked by himself. He could only stand up from the sofa, unscrew the lock, and pull the door inward. open.

Standing at the door was someone she hadn't expected.

"Miss Erin?"

(End of this chapter)