It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Shadow pretended to be weak, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

She nodded lightly, held back her smile very hard, then opened a light door beside her and left.The shadow can also use the magic of the "door", which is also a prerequisite for being able to disguise as a pharmacist.

Court looked at the crystal ball in his hand, and confirmed that the magical breath it captured had completely disappeared.

"Let's go check out the warehouse."

On the other side, Hyde squatted in the corner of the room dumbfounded, and whispered after a long while:

"...How am I going to get back later?"

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Melanie vaguely remembered where the No. [-] warehouse was located, which was normal, after all, she was overwhelmed by medicine before and sent to the No. [-] warehouse as a commodity.

With Puzo already dead, there should be nothing threatening them at this gathering point, but Court still did not relax his guard. This is both experience and his character traits.

To be on the safe side, Court used magic ropes to tie up the thugs and bodyguards.Melanie didn't understand this kind of spell, but it was not difficult to find things like hemp rope or iron chains in gang gathering points.

It took them 10 minutes to complete these tasks, during which time the police officers from the Batignolles Regional Police Station had rushed over.

The fat police officer Rogge, the leader, was in a very good mood. He had cracked the largest gang organization in the area. He felt that if the two chiefs of the special department could allow him to submit a less exaggerated on-site report.

He will most likely be transferred to the gendarmerie or city administration in Paris, with a sheriff or even a deputy inspector added to the title.

People imprisoned in Warehouse No. [-] will be temporarily transferred to the police station. After some simple questioning and information recording, they will be able to regain their freedom.

But unfortunately, several frail people were dying after days of torture, and even if they could be rescued, it would be difficult for them to recover.Even if this is the case, thanks to Ella's first aid measures in advance, otherwise they might not be able to survive until the police arrived.

Melanie lifted a gray cover in the warehouse. Under the cover were several wooden barrels of her height. As the cover was lifted, an indescribable stench became more obvious.

Groups of black molluscs the size of fingers squirmed in their own mucus and artificially injected clear water.

They looked somewhat like slugs or large worms, with circles of brown and black markings and spots growing on their repulsive bodies, expanding and contracting with movement.

The stench doesn't just emanate from their bodies. In the wooden barrels that are as big as pools, some feed used to feed them, residues of livestock tissues, and some sucked-out snail shellfish can be seen sinking into the wooden barrels. bottom.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's a leech, sir, and a good breed."

The fat police officer picked up a leech from the bucket, pinched the middle part of the leech, and let the cylindrical, slippery thing struggle and twist back and forth.

"Leeches? I remember that several public hospitals in Paris bought a lot of them."

Melanie is not a craftsman, so she knows more about these common folk things than those formal internal executors.

"Yes, sir."

A greedy light flashed in Roger's small eyes.

"There is a drought this summer, and not many leeches have been purchased from civilians and villages. Maybe you don't know, but I have an uncle who works in St. Louis Hospital. According to him, the St. Louis Hospital used up all the leeches last year. killed more than 75 leeches!"

"so much?"

Melanie felt her scalp tingle, imagining this sea of ​​wriggling little creatures, a sticky, slippery wave rolling up and dragging herself into the depths of the slime.A burst of indescribable horror made her shudder several times.

The fat policeman Rogge didn't notice this, he continued to ramble on:

"This year's leeches are already much more expensive than before. If there are leeches under all these covers...let me do the math."

He moved a few fingers as thick as carrots and muttered to himself.

"Only in such a warehouse, at least it can sell for 10,000+ francs."

According to Melanie, she originally planned to destroy these things, but this shocking number made her not know what to say.

Granted, wizards are generally richer.Even if she is not an internal executor, "Detective" Melanie with considerable channels can produce high-purity magic crystals equivalent to [-] francs, and can reimburse and earn the price difference from the executor to a certain extent.

Just recruiting an informant at the level of a "pharmacist" can bring her nearly five hundred francs in revenue.She thinks she is barely rich enough to buy a nice house in New Paris, treat herself to her favorite restaurant every week, and rent a small manor for vacation or travel at the end of the month.

But the figure of 10,000+ francs still made her chest tight, and the words "destroy them" and "burn them all" became impossible to say anymore.

Rogge carefully observed the expression of the female officer. Although he had no experience with the mysterious world, as a person in charge of connecting with special departments in the Batignolles area, he also had a relatively accurate guess about the identities of these people.

Whether it is a witch or a policewoman...after all, they are all human beings, and human beings are always greedy.

As he thought about it, he put a flattering smile on his face.

"Sir. . . let me tell you, it's better. I have access to this whole warehouse of leeches, because it takes a while, and I have to take care of the little ones so they don't die."

"If you agree, the two of you can take [-]% of the proceeds this time, and you don't have to do anything but be a witness here... This is not a bad thing, my friends, this batch What do you think of the goods being used for regular purposes in the hospital?"

This time, even Court's expression became strange, and he whispered to Melanie:

"Melanie, you know...even organizations need campaign funding."

A few beautiful pieces of jewelry flashed through her mind, as well as alchemy props she had seen in unofficial wizards and executors.

Melanie felt that her head became extremely heavy, so she could only nod lightly.

Several other police officers had already entered the wooden house in the warehouse under Rogge's arrangement or stayed outside to stand guard. Except for the three of them, only Hyde, who used magic to hide, was left in the room.

Master Hyde was not very interested in goods worth ten thousand to twenty thousand pounds, but he still felt that he had not come in vain, because the performance of the three people in the warehouse was an eye-opener for him.

It was probably the first time he knew that the school's executors would also make money from missions.

After the deal was concluded, Court conducted a routine inspection of the goods by the executor, after confirming that there was no pollution or mark of black magic on them.The three of them tacitly stopped talking about leeches.

In the wooden house of warehouse No. [-], the fat police officer arranged for a few guys with quick hands and feet. They had already dug out most of the things in the wooden house and cuffed the fat woman who was responsible for bloodletting.

Melanie squatted on the ground, looking at three wine barrels and glass jars of different sizes. She dipped a metal rod in some red liquid and put it to her nose, and frowned.

"These are all human blood, the pharmacist is right...these things will not be consumed by Puzo Belleville alone. He is probably not a hunter, but they are in the past few days develop tentacles."

"Even so, it is still a major breakthrough. We have people who can channel. When they arrive, maybe we can also channel from the scene and follow this line to find the two hunters."

He nodded and said:

"You did a good job this time. With this kind of meritorious service, you should be given one of the places to be promoted to the executor this year. After that, we will be official companions."

"Where's Miss Famini?"

asked prospective executor Melanie Rafaeli.

"You mean the pharmacist? She is indeed very capable, but whether she is trustworthy or not will take some time to be tested."

"But I think this incident will speed up the process of gaining her trust, after all, her contribution is beyond doubt."

Court answered truthfully.

Hyde felt that there was nothing to hear here. He had been leaning against the brick wall of the No. [-] warehouse door before, and Hyde turned his gaze to Melanie who did not show any abnormalities.When Miss Detective Melanie was unconscious and lost her resistance, he had already exerted a strong spiritual suggestion.

Even if the identity of a pharmacist cannot be broken into the executor, he has also driven a deep wedge in another hard-to-detect place.

The police officers took action one after another and began to take the victims to hospitals and police stations. There was no public hospital in the Batignolles area, so the police station's carriages would enter the city of Paris.

He stood up straight on his back, dusted himself twice, trotted into the police station's exclusive carriage, and hummed briskly.

Melanie seemed to notice something insignificant and looked outside the warehouse, but she could only see the building in the dark and the leaving carriage.

Chapter 59 Some people are happy while others are sad

"That's the way it is, thank me, you've got a whole night."

Shadow yawned, and in front of them, he took off the part above his neck and replaced it with the head of Miss Alyssa, a maid with a black ponytail and eye shadow of the same color.

God knows why this puppet that doesn't need to rest yawns, perhaps even Roger or even Dmitry may not be able to explain the reason.

Shadow trotted away from the second floor. She felt as if she had forgotten something.But since she couldn't remember it, it probably wasn't important, so she quickly put it behind her.

An Nai was wringing the mop on the first floor. The clean and reflective floor hadn't completely dried out, and there were a few small black footprints on the wooden board.

Before Anai's attack, Shadow suddenly showed a strange and malicious smile and said:

"If I were you, I would immediately prepare a dinner and send it upstairs. Mr. Bell just came back. This is a very rare opportunity to show off."

Before An Nai could react, she took off the boots she had left and held them in her hands, and hopped a few steps back to her room, leaving only a few inconspicuous half-footprints on the ground.Her socks are not stained with dust, and the doll does not metabolize, in fact, it does not need to be cleaned again.

"Mr. Bell!? When..."

At this point, An Nai only had time to say half of what she said.She had been in the room on the first floor after dinner, and in her impression, no one else entered the room except Mr. Fittili Hager, who was eating.

But Alyssa doesn't look like she's joking either...

She froze in place with her mouth half open, then dropped the mop and took action quickly after a few seconds.

Just now, the status of the maid Alyssa in Annai's heart has been raised by at least several levels.Even though she's lazy, hands-free, and lacks respect for her predecessors and employers...she's pretty good about herself, maybe just shy or inarticulate.The image of a cute back inexplicably appeared in An Nai's mind.

She did not intend to inform Farmine, but went to prepare dinner herself.As a housemaid who is almost past the marriageable age and anxiously preparing for marriage, she naturally also has the minimum cooking skills.

After working for more than half an hour, the acting headmaid dragged the plate to the second floor and knocked on the door of Mr. Bell's bedroom.

After 1 minute, this 1 minute seems very long.

Anai even thought that she had been deceived by Alyssa, but she typed again without giving up.

After another full minute, the door was finally opened slightly. Miss Valentina, the hostess of Champs Elysees No. 1, only had half an eye exposed from the crack in the door. This young lady with oriental beauty stared at her. He looked at the maid in front of the door, her tone sounding unkind.

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

An Nai felt very nervous, and couldn't help but want to take half a step back.But I don't know what kind of courage made her drop the half-lifted foot.

"Dear Ms. Valentina, I heard that Mr. Bell is back, and I thought he might not have had dinner, so I prepared some..."

To make a distinction, Anai only called the male owner of this house "Bell", which was also the result of previous formal discussions.According to Anai's own wishes, she would rather switch the two sides.

The other party did not deny his statement, which proved that Mr. Bell was indeed back, which is good news.

Ling looked her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, reluctantly opened the door crack slightly, but then took a step forward.Because of this clever move, Anai was unable to see anything in the room from beginning to end.

She took the plate and said in an unarguable tone:

"Okay, you can go back."

Then, he took a step back and closed the door heavily.

An Nai was almost hit in the nose by the door, but she didn't show any signs of fear or dodge.

She stood there for a long time as if struck by lightning, and all she could think about was: They were in the same room, and Miss Valentina was only wearing a thin silk nightgown.

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Ling took the plate and locked the bad-hearted maid outside.