Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Illegal slave trade

I was on standby for a while before I went down that body inlet.

Another laborer may come. And now that I've thrown the body, there will be someone down there to clean it up.

Everything goes back to the bullets if you get caught. No matter how much I am, if I behave extraordinarily in an infiltrated state, I will be caught and touched.

Of course, if we get caught, we can kill them all and kill them all.

But I don't even know if the people I killed are innocent or cheeky, but if they get a body, they end up getting intruded. It becomes difficult for those who realize the Secret Investigator has come to destroy the evidence. And if I was an innocent man living by one law in a year, I'd be a murderer.

I figured out how to get in anyway.

There's nothing urgent.

It's my time if I don't get caught.

Head straight to the corner of the window and focus your senses all around with your back attached. He was breathing for about twenty minutes, and when he stood up, he returned to the entrance.

"..."

It's good.

Now let's go inside.

I went right into the body inlet.

- Misdemeanor, misdemeanor.

It wasn't that wide of a hole, so I was able to support myself with my hands and feet on each side of the wall and crawl down like a spider. It's not that difficult. It's easy to go up through this hole, and it's easier to go down.

But I couldn't hear it, so I went down very slowly, killing the sound. Keeping the top and bottom busy.

- Misdemeanor, misdemeanor.

As I was going underground, I felt like I was Santa Claus' grandfather. No, it's a murder, exactly. Murder Cloth is an inhuman monster who breaks into a chimney in the middle of the night where everyone sleeps, exterminates his family, sweeps away all precious metals and cash in a red sack, and flees back to the chimney.

After doing so, it is said that Inclos flies to the other side of the human world with a bloody glow under the unclean full moon.

I felt that way because of the dark blood.

- Headaches.

As doubts intensified, the need for judgment, which could not be caught, spread to the whole body. As the heart beats rapidly, a hot breath bursts out of the mouth.

I would rather pray that this is a legitimate business. If this is an illegal business, it means that the worst thing in the world is being done.

I touched the ground like that.

No one noticed, and no one checked this way.

The space was empty.

Below, there was a barrel of dead bodies. The woman's body, which had just been thrown, was covered in blood. Not only that, but the other body was already lying down.

- Screw it.

I carefully pulled out my head and looked at the underground view. Fortunately, I was wearing a mask, so my hair never stretched.

"..."

This was a basement with a round space.

Once there was a casket of bodies here, there was a passageway to the left and to the right. And there was a bed or a restraint like this, and I felt the dark blood in the whole room.

Looks like they've been handling fresh bodies in this facility for a long time.

Do you have somewhere to hide?

Surprisingly, materials and tools like this. It didn't seem difficult to hide because there was a lot of stuff loaded with cardboard biscuits.

- Pa!

I went straight down and hid those loads.

I don't know anything else, but I threw the body away. If you see that there are no bodies in the barrel, it means you clean them regularly, and you are more likely to do it on shifts. They will come.

- Glug.

Soon after, two workers turned off the cart as I expected.

"..."

They looked like they'd literally steamed a bunch of dizzy murder robbers and put their dicks in the rest of the wreckage, but I swear, it seemed impossible for them to live a normal life.

Crazy bastards who only have to work in a criminal occupation, but seem to be able to live. They were coroning a typical serial killer.

- Glug.

Just as they prove it, they put the bodies in a cart with extremely indifferent eyes. Look. I'm trying to move the body.

The pagans... are the pagans who make the undead. Of course, the living are more likely to take advantage of the dead. Let's keep that in mind.

- I...

I was looking at the sight while I was killing my breath.

"The body?"

Another man appeared.

"There are two."

"Yes?"

It was a very cold voice. The man confirms the number of bodies, then sprinkles some powder on them and memorizes the spell to cast magic.

- Jiaying.

It was an ominous blue light, but I didn't know who I was.

"Take it."

"Yes."

When the man instructed, the workers began to move the cart.

Based on the direction I'm looking at right now, this is the left aisle.

The wizard disappeared to the other side.

Right way.

"..."

What the fuck is that?

The wizard is in the mortuary?

How long the hell did Faye do this?

I was going to track him down... but I don't know who he is yet. It's meaningless. I waited quietly. So the workers finally took the empty cart and went back to the direction where the man had disappeared.

- Pa!

I took some time to look at the situation and immediately moved on. I killed as many footsteps as I could and sprinted to the left.

The left road was long. But if you check here, you will surely know something...! I was running like that, so I saw a splinter next to a straight road.

Do you want to go?

Then let's go the new way out.

On the way to the new road, a dead end appeared, and there was a staircase going down next to it.

Underground.

What to do.

I went straight down the stairs.

- I...

I can't hear anything.

It was empty below, and there was a strange smell.

More than anything, the temperature was lowering as if it had entered the fridge.

- Taaak.

When the stairs were finally finished, I saw a terrible sight.

"...!"

This was the morgue.

Twenty-nine undead corpses were lying in a well-organized bed. Everyone was seriously traumatized. He must have been beaten to death... Was he beaten to death like that female slave?

Why did you keep the body?

I investigated as quickly as I could and came back to the crossroads. Nothing special. It's just a cool, tidy corpse. He must have kept it for use somewhere. It is meaningless to speculate on the purpose now.

I ran straight to the road.

- Hua 'ah.

How long has it been?

It took me a long time to get out.

- Shocking.

The waves were hitting.

This was the sea.

The corridor continued with the sea.

But it wasn't just the ocean... it felt like the bottom was rocky, the four corners were cliffs, somewhere at the end.

- Secret port.

Yeah, it was a secret port.

I kept the body, and then I used it to move it somewhere.

I can understand giving up a hundred times and killing slaves from criminals as entertainment. But you don't have enough wizards to handle the body and keep it, so you're taking it out through a secret port like this?

More and more heretic.

There's no way a legitimate business can do this.

Maybe after actually disguising himself as buying and selling slaves in prison, he was doing something so evil behind his back. Literally, it only looks normal on the outside. Slaves who have been bought legally are nothing but icebergs.

I was certain that a greater number of slaves would have been flying illegally.

Slave hunting or illegal trafficking.

It's good.

I found out everything I could.

It's strange to go back to the corridor like this, so I climbed right up the cliff.

- Papapod!

I ran all the way to where I came from.

Running by, normal ports appeared. And when I ran, I saw the city of Leitas, and when I ran, I saw Sanghala.

These bastards are fucking thorough.

The length of the underground corridor was significant.

I immediately climb the wall of Sangula and infiltrate the fourth floor. I've figured out all the facilities on the fifth floor. There was a dense office on the fourth floor.

Then there's a good chance the pagan I'm looking for is here.

I said executive.

Everyone was still looking at their work, and when they saw their guests, they were more likely to have not left work. Working at night and taking a break during the day.

I searched the fourth floor using a window like before or by hiding on the ceiling like a spider.

*

- Found it.

I've been searching for about an hour, so I can finally find him.

His name was Turtan. And the paladin was making the same face as the montage.

In other provinces, he worked in religious organizations with doctrines similar to Paradise Ascension, and then suddenly came to Leitas and became an executive of Sangula.

It's been a little over a year since he became an executive here.

The paladin was investigating in your province, and after contrasting information with this Death Knight case, it flowed to me.

The reliability of the information is high.

"..."

Anyway, he's in his room right now, looking at his work. I couldn't find him through the window, so he poked me in the fourth floor, and I found him in the hallway. After going to the bathroom, he went into his office.

His next room is empty, so I'm going inside and listening to the wall and looking at trends.

A few decades, I hope.

- Yikes.

I heard the sound of the door opening and the footsteps.

He came out of the office.

The slave trade began ten minutes before midnight, so it was late in the morning to investigate like this. It's time for the sun to set. Are you commuting? Fortunately, it's still dark, so I can do the activity.

So I went out and followed the footsteps.

I'm not tracking footsteps.

- Bugs and bumps.

Then I followed the sound down to the third floor, and I started hearing other footsteps. Other employees were working now too. I had no choice but to go back to the fourth floor and use the window to climb to the roof.

- I...

After leaving, I monitored the ground on the roof.

I'm waiting for about a decade in that state, so the pagan bastard is walking out the front door confidently. I also had to go to work.

I went straight down to the ground and followed him.

His vigilance was not high.

It was an unimaginable step that he would be being followed.

- The cloudy sky.

It was still before sunrise, and the complex alleyway was dark. I've been following him for a long time. Looks like his residence is a little off the town.

- Kahh, kahh.

The gulls began to cry.

It was only around sunrise that he stood in front of the place he saw as his home and took out the key and put it in the doorknob. I checked the perimeter and hit the ground in time. And as if holed up, when the one who opened the door tried to close the door again.

- Boom!

I grabbed the doorknob and held it firmly.

"What...?!"

The one who noticed the intruder was surprised and tried to close the door, but it was too late.

"Merry Christmas."

"Turn it off!"

Immediately, he opens the door indiscriminately, stretches out his hand, grasps his forehead, blocks the blood flow, knocks it out, goes inside, closes the door, and locks it.

- Tuwook.

The fainted one collapses.

It wasn't that big a house.

However, there was a secluded area that seemed to have no neighbors. There's something I have to do to avoid the eyes of others.

I had already witnessed extremely suspicious clues from the basement. This son of a bitch will have to endure my harsh investigations as long as there are allegations of heresy and illegal trafficking.

I immediately checked the fainted person's heart rate and breathing to make sure there was no problem, and quickly searched the house. So I found a rope and a cloth, tied my limbs together, and shoved the cloth in my mouth.

The pagan preacher I saw last time committed suicide at an unexpected time.

This time I will never let that happen.

First of all, torture.

Let's do some interrogation.

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