The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 65 Interrogation

  In the bathhouse.

"Are you insulting me?" The dwarf crossbowman and his three brothers sat in the bathtub next to the teenager, rubbing the dirt on their hairy legs with their hands, and asked, "You obviously won the fight yesterday. Why return to the crossbow? Think I can't afford to lose?"

  "The Tanshan people are willing to bet and lose!"

"Boss Reagan, since I won the game, the'blood brothers' belong to me." Roy sullenly, with a serious expression, plausibly reasonable, "Then I have the right to give it to someone more worthy. ."

"You—give it to me?" The dwarf carrot finger pointed at him, and his mouth was blocked as if he could not speak. After a while, he sighed. For your wine..."

   "Take it to a friend! Anyway, the great elder has given an order, and you will always follow me in the next few days."

   "Is there still wine to drink then?" Deve licked his lips.

  "I have a chance to open your belly again!"

   "Roy, from today on, we are good brothers!" The dwarf slapped him excitedly, making the corners of his eyes moist and his skin red.

"Okay, let’s talk about business. The Great Elder sent you to assist me in order to investigate the murder of Tanshan." Roy lowered his voice and formed a circle with a few people. Since he chose to trust them, there is no need to hide some things. . "I need your help, think about it, have you seen a weird tattoo from someone else recently?"

   "What tattoo?"

   "Be quiet."

  The boy showed the spider web and antler markers drawn in advance to the four dwarves, and their eyes quickly swept across their faces.

  He was disappointed to find that all of them had a blank face, and they were obviously very strange to this symbol.

"Roy, what does this pattern represent? Why do you want to find it?" Reagan shook his head and said, "The elder thinks that the beard and chest hair are enough to set off the manliness, and it is not guilty to draw these messy tattoos on the body, so Tanshan has never advocated tattoos. As far as I know, less than one percent of tattooed people. However, compatriots who leave Tanshan to earn a living prefer these colorful patterns."

   "I have seen the **** of all men in Carbon Mountain...I have never seen this tattoo anyway."

  Diff, Dulu, and Bernie were equally unimpressed.

  "After that, help me keep an eye on it, I still have to keep it secret!"

   "Don't worry, if I leak out, I won't be able to drink alcohol in my life!"

"Me too!"

"And I!"

  When the four dwarves were vowing and swearing, a dwarf with gray beard and muscular knots entered the bathhouse, leaning on his back by the bath at the other end, and wiped his body with a splash of water with a tired face.

   "The night shift person will not take a bath during this time, who will it be..." Roy's attention was drawn to him.

  The old man’s facial skin is lax, his age spots are obvious, the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose are deep, his forehead is also covered with gully, his age is equivalent to an old man in his 50s or 60s.

  The boy's eyes became deep.

   Benson Fagner? One hundred and fifty years old, his state, attributes, and skills are all normal.

   "Is that old man a worker in the mine?"

  The dwarves followed his gaze, and Dave, Dulu, and Reagan had expressions struggling to remember.

  And Bernie said slightly proudly, "I am stuttering, but...I have a good memory. It's me...at first sight in the bathhouse...recognized you."

   "Man, be short and straightforward."

   "Well..." Bernie turned his eyes to the man in the bath, revealing respect.

"Uncle Benson Fagner, this year... one hundred and fifty years old, he is a person of the same age as... the elder, but he has a good temper and treats others... kind, without any... ...The workers in the mine...love."

  Although dwarves have a long life, but in this era of frequent wars, dwarves who can survive various natural and man-made disasters and survive to over 120 years old are still very rare.

  "Why is he still working in the mine and not enjoying his old age?" Roy curiously asked.

   Bernie proudly said, "We dwarves... as long as we can... move, we have to... keep working and not work... how can we have food?"

  Roy rolled his eyes and asked, "What is he responsible for?"

  "The fifth mine...the clerk...arranges the work schedule."

   "The fifth mine is not the mine that Kelvin is in charge of." The two asked and answered questions, but unexpectedly the man in the bath suddenly made an abnormal movement.

  Benson Fagner hugged his knees with his hands without warning, and burst into tears, the cries echoing in the empty bathhouse.

  The most sensitive Bernie couldn't help his nose sore and choked slightly.

   "Why does the old man cry? Is it possible that among the four dwarves who died were his relatives?"

   Reagan took over the stuttering words, "Uncle Benson and his family are alive and well. He just hugged his grandson not long ago."

  The words are full of envy.

"Oh...Little Fagna is obviously more wasteful than me, but was able to find a woman he likes and give birth to two big fat boys. In order to commend them for their merits, the elders personally cleaned the bodies of the two little guys. "

  The dwarf race is far less fertile than humans, and being able to give birth to two heirs is undoubtedly a great contribution to the race.

   "It's a great honor. It has just been half a year since this incident. I don't understand how Uncle Benson is so sad. Is it possible that the child has an accident?"

  The dwarf wrinkled in wonder.

   But Roy's heart moved. After staying in the bathhouse for a few days, I finally saw an unusual guy.

  Most of this race are optimistic by nature, and it is not ordinary things that make them cry.

  He felt it necessary to understand something.

   "Bernie, seeing an elder so sad, don't you want to comfort him?"

  The dwarf was stunned by the boy's words, and touched his brain, as if he felt that it was the truth, but he couldn't refute it.

   "Remember, feel free."

   "Always let me... do this... weird thing?" Bernie looked reluctant.

   "Uncle Benson watched you grow up, right? As his junior, why not say a few words with the elderly?"

   "Well, you are reasonable."

  ……

  Not long after, Roy got a message from Bernie who was in the bath.

   "When I get older, I like to miss the past and remember the years when I was young. Uncle Benson just remembered the old friends who had died on the battlefield, so he couldn't control his emotions for a while."

  Thinking of a friend who has passed away, is that really the case?

   "A few, take me to his house to have a look."

  ……

  Black Iron Tavern, as the only tavern in Tanshan that has been licensed by the Great Elder, is often full of guests on weekdays.

  However, due to the successive deaths in recent times, most of the adult men in Carbon Mountain choose to stay at home at night to take care of their relatives.

  Business in the pub has temporarily become sluggish.

  At this night, under the bright lights of the Black Iron Tavern, there were only scattered four or five figures. Among them was an elderly dwarf with gray beard and hair wearing a sloppy yellowed nightgown sitting in the corner and drinking himself.

  Occasionally, he suddenly raised his head, his drunk eyes became clear again, and he looked around vigilantly and slightly nervously. I was surprised as if I was worried about something.

  On the other side of the pub, there is a window seat.

   "Little devil, the one who called me out at night is not just for a drink."

   "I have something important to tell you." The demon hunter flexibly manipulated the flying knife with his five fingers, scraping the stubble of his chin, "According to the information you provided yesterday, I discovered a huge secret from Kelvin."

   "I'll talk about the secret later." Roy was calm in his heart, and patted the demon hunter's pufan version of the palm of his hand, "First settle things here and pay attention to the dwarf in front."

  Roy pretended to glance at the target inadvertently, then leaned to the ear of the demon hunter, "Don't let him catch your sight."

   "What is suspicious about him?"

  The Demon Hunter drank a gulp of dwarf spirits, his eyes narrowed due to the strong alcohol.

  "His name is Benson Fagner, the clerk of the fifth mine, who is mainly responsible for the work schedule of the mine. I noticed his behavior in the bathhouse during the day, and I cried out inexplicably."

   "This is the only suspicious guy in the past few days," the boy said helplessly, "maybe there will be clues."

  "It's worth a try." The demon hunter put down the wine glass, slightly admiring, "You are doing very well, you can't let go of any abnormal traces. Maybe you can catch a big fish."

  Roy shrugged, "But his mouth is very tight. My dwarf friend can't tell the truth, let alone outsiders like us. So you need to use special means..."

   "Boom...boom..."

  The grandfather clock in the tavern rang midnight.

  Benson Fagner suddenly got up from the wine table, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, shook his groggy head, and walked out of the tavern door.

  At night, the temperature in Tanshan Mountain was below zero. As soon as the cold wind blew, the wine stuck to his beard was frozen into ice slag, and Benson's nose became red.

  However, he has no feeling about it, dragging his tired body like a hollow puppet, walking towards the stairs leading to the cave dwelling on the mountain wall.

  He walked through the dim and narrow alley behind the tavern, raised his head and looked up at the small fragment of the moon in the sky. The day of the full moon was about to come.

  Old Benson couldn't help taking a deep breath. The pupils staring at the moonlight shrank into a dot, and the beard on his lips began to tremble slightly. It seemed that he had seen something extremely terrifying and fell into a demon.

  The moon turned blood red, with human screams and terrifying roars lingering.

   "Bah..." Benson felt his shoulders sink, and he retracted his gaze somewhat dull, but saw a completely unfamiliar face in front of him.

  Unfamiliar man, the smooth top and bottom line of the head is extremely rigid, the corners of the jaw are slightly protruding, the eye sockets are sunken, and the corners of the mouth are pressed with a cold expression.

  Behind his majestic and majestic body, a section of the sword hilt can be seen.

  "Your Excellency?" Benson staggered backwards uncontrollably.

  The man did not answer, his mouth grinned and his teeth were grinning.

  "Sorry!" The dwarf's ears received this sentence, and he felt a chill in his heart, but his drunk state made him sluggish, too late to react.

   Then there was an illusion. The five separated fingers of the demon hunter split into a hundred thousand like octopus tentacles, entwining him into a ball and nowhere to hide.

  "Many fingers are flying..."

  ……

  Moonlight Alley, the Demon Hunter whispers to a dwarf with no gods.

   "Benson Fagner, you often cry out in the bathhouse alone and go to the tavern to get drunk. I know this is because of the secret you have hidden in your heart."

"You hid it so deep that you didn't even tell your family. But as time passed, this secret became more and more corroding to your soul. You are full of guilt, and you want to die in discomfort, even with drinks. Can't numb the body, forget the pain."

  With the erratic words of the demon hunter, a trace of pain appeared on the face of the old dwarf.

   "Now, there is a best listener in front of you. He is a passer-by who will not stay in Carbon Mountain. He keeps his promise and can share any pain for you without worrying about being leaked."

   "Tell him the secret in your heart... Tell him..."

  The voice gradually fell, and Roy, who was standing behind the Demon Hunter, held his breath, staring at the old dwarf without blinking.

  The old dwarf grinned, his face turned from pain to struggle, and he could see that his heart was extremely contradictory, but after struggling for a while, he still refused with difficulty, "No...I can't say..."

  Roy's face was shocked. He didn't expect anyone to resist the power of Acxi's Seal, which indirectly confirmed that the old dwarf's sadness was not because of missing his lost friend.

   "Benson Fagner lived more than one hundred and fifty years old. He has a profound experience, and his volitional attributes surpassed ordinary people by a level of 6."

  The demon hunter saw him resisting, his tone became gentle, "Someone threatens your personal safety?"

  The old dwarf raised his head savagely, and closed the corner of his mouth tightly. The posture seemed to crush all his teeth. At this time, Roy took a sudden step forward,

   "Did someone threaten you with the safety of your two grandchildren!"

  As soon as this sentence fell, the old dwarf opened his eyes and widened his eyes, looking at Roy in horror.

   "The person who threatened him should be the rape."

   The two exchanged glances, and they understood that the old dwarf was extremely repulsive to certain problems, so the effect of the Seal of Akxi was not satisfactory.

  He will not answer directly, but the two can judge the answer from his reaction to the question.

  The Demon Hunter motioned to Roy to continue asking questions,

   "Did you accidentally break someone's secret in the fifth mining area?"

   "That guy used your family to coerce you to serve him?"

   "He is serving the murderer?"

   "Did the two dead in the fifth mining area die under his arrangement?"

   "A new dead will appear on the night of the full moon tomorrow night? Outside the fifth mine?"

  ……

  As the questions went on, the breathing of the two became heavier. When the last sentence was asked, the Demon Hunter snapped his fingers, dismissed the seal, and quickly left with Roy.

  About half a minute later, the old dwarf woke up in a daze, hugged his body and looked around in horror, as if he had forgotten something but couldn't remember it?

   "It's a **** of a life..."

   "Holy Mountain Mahakam, please grant old Benson a bit of kindness, so that my family and I can spend this time safely..."

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