The red moon returns

Chapter 55 Lewisite Cafe (Scroll to read, everyone)

A narrow alley with a bunch of low two- and three-story buildings on both sides. Garbage that has not been cleaned up for a long time is piled on the wall. The bodies of stray cats and dogs are also stuffed inside, mixed with feces, exuding a pungent stench. .

Old gas pipes covered the outer walls, and the walls were covered with ugly graffiti and obscene writing. Sewage flowed across the sewers on the roadside, and hot steam leaked from them from time to time.

At nine o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians on the street. Most of the adults had gone out to earn money to support their families. Only occasionally could you see a few idle children peeking in from the alley.

This is Fox Alley, an ancient alley abandoned by the city.

It is so narrow that even carriages cannot pass through. Each of the buildings on both sides is filled with dozens of households. Many farmers who have lost their land and day laborers without a fixed income will rent here. The cheap rent is very beneficial to them. Quite attractive.

There are also many special people with shady identities hiding here. Their identities are never asked here, and even the police rarely approach. It is the best place for these people.

But there is something unusual today. There are many blue uniforms here today, and there are three men in black formal suits among them. They supervise the blue uniforms and hold up a photo. They knock on the door from room to room in each building to ask questions.

"boom."

There was another gunshot, the third time, and this was the answer to the knock on the door.

The identity of the resident makes this kind of investigation meaningless. I don't know, I haven't seen him, and I don't know this person are the kindest answers. The rest is to point to various dangerous locations, or to open the door directly with a pistol.

"Hey, have you seen this person?"

There were also blue uniforms on the street, stopping every passerby holding up a photo to ask. As a man wearing a peaked cap walked into the alley, another police officer immediately came forward to block the road holding a photo.

However, the other party seemed to have bad eyesight. He looked closely for a long time, and finally took it and put it in front of him. Before he could see clearly, there was another 'bang' not far behind the police.

Stress reactions have already occurred. All the policemen immediately turned around and drew their guns and swords. However, after searching for a long time, they found nothing. When they turned around to ask, they found that there was no one behind them. The man in the peaked cap had already disappeared. Where.

"Cowardly bastard, you should keep the photo."

Several policemen roared angrily, but they could only get one more photo. What they didn't know was that within a few minutes, a sneaky figure walked out of the alley. Under the streetlight next to the alley, a gentleman in formal attire was leaning on the lamppost and covering his face with a newspaper. He also leaned over and handed over the photo.

"Damn, you're right to be worried. They really did it, those bastards." Putting down the newspaper, revealing her long chestnut-brown wavy hair, Officer Natalie took the photo and looked at it, the veins in her forehead pulsing.

Posthumous photo, bloody.

"This cannot be explained by conflict of duties. It seems that we must find Downey's home before them." The police officer looked at the narrow and messy alley opposite, frowned helplessly, and said thoughtfully, "Otherwise we Also ask around, maybe someone has seen him."

"I don't want to do stupid things like them. That's an insult to a detective. And I just went in and followed the police around. The people here are very vigilant and don't tell the truth. I guess there is no point in asking like this. No, must we find another way?"

"Do you have an idea? Then what do you say, I will listen to you." After the police officer said this, her face turned slightly red and she glanced at Lin Qi quickly.

"I can probably guess why Downey chose to live here." Lynch waved to the police officer and led her to a shop called Lewisite Cafe across the alley. "Fox Alley is the most underground news site in Rhine City." A well-informed street.”

"Hey, I understand. No wonder the reporter's income is not low, but Downey still chooses to live here. With his profession, a well-informed place is the most attractive. Living here, he can receive the first news immediately. Hands-on news.”

"Yes, so there are a lot of intelligence dealers or informants hiding around here, either openly or secretly. It's just impossible for the police and normal people to know. I was also brought here by my informants at the time. Oh, it was the dead drunkard Peter. ’, so I’ve only been here once and am not sure, so I can only say give it a try.”

While explaining, Lin Qi sighed inwardly. Fortunately, the original owner of the body was a detective, otherwise there would be no way to contact these underground intelligence sources. The two entered the cafe and found a corner by the window to sit down.

There were no other customers in the store at this time. As soon as the two sat down, a waiter in a red vest came over with a menu.

Lynch was a little nervous. This was an intelligence transaction that he had only seen in movies. It was one thing to experience it in memory, but it was another thing to experience it in person.

Calm down, I want to calm down. He took a deep breath, took the menu and opened it expressionlessly. "I want a cup of Lewisite coffee, without cream and sugar, and with more salt and citric acid." Lynch put on a sophisticated posture, "Give this lady a cup of honey water, without adding honey, just add water."

The waiter glanced at Officer Natalie, immediately lost interest in her, and turned to Lynch.

"One pound a glass, double that if mixed with alcohol."

Very expensive.

Lynch recalled the code word, "One question per pound, double the amount of illegal information."

There's nothing I can do, it looks like he's going to bleed heavily. Gritting his teeth, Lynch took out his money bag, took out a one-pound note and pushed it over, then pointed out the window: "I want Donny Naton's address."

The waiter was about to take the money, but when he heard the question, he immediately pushed the money back and said, "Sorry, guest, we don't have Lewisite coffee here."

Ok?
  Lin Qi was stunned and looked up at the waiter in surprise. The waiter still had the same professional expression and took back the menu skillfully.

"I've been here before."

"I know, Mr. Leviev, the two guests I received three months ago were the two guests I received along with Red-Nosed Peter. You just did something big the day before yesterday, and the reputation of Leviev's firm has long been spread throughout Fox Alley. If you want to come for coffee in the future, we are always welcome.

"The waiter smiled and said:

"But today's cup of Lewisite coffee, if you really want to drink it, try it back tomorrow. There is so much chaos outside and so many police officers that the store is not in the mood to make coffee."

"Is it because of them?"

"Mr. Leviv, it was just an insignificant cup of coffee. We also hope to do this business with you and lay the foundation for long-term cooperation in the future. But we businessmen have always disliked the police. They are so concerned about this cup of coffee." If you are interested, we can't sell it, otherwise if we sell it to the wrong customer, this kind of business will not be able to continue in the future. This is the rule of Fox Alley. So if you are really interested, just wait until they are not interested."

"Wait……"

Unfortunately, the waiter had already put away the menu and left without looking back. Lin Qi punched his thigh, depressed but helpless:

"These bastards can actually cause us trouble like this. Can't they be quieter?"

"This person should know, how about... I go and question him?"

"It's useless. No informant has ever been intimidated. Besides, no one knows the truth or falsehood of something he made up casually." Lynch sighed in disappointment and said distressedly, "I'll think of a way, maybe... well ?”

The two of them were sitting next to the window, and they could see the entrance to Fox Alley through the glass window.

A few children of about ten years old and dressed in rags were poking their heads in the alley. These are typical "children from the King's District". They can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the Rhine City.

Lynch had already seen them when he went in to take photos, but he didn't realize it at the time. At this time, his mind was filled with the word intelligence trading. When he saw them again, he suddenly realized the identity of these little bastards.

"What, what did you find?"

"Come on, maybe I can find a way."

Lynch took the police officer's hand and ran out of Louisette Cafe like the wind.

(End of this chapter)