Witch Brigade

The little tail named Dora sighed in relief when he heard the sound, and said that after following me, he didn't dare to look at Quinns, turned and led the way.

When he came to a wooden door on the second floor, Duola pushed the vacant wooden door, bowed his head and dared not leave a step, and exited the second floor.

Pushing open the wooden door, Quinnes walked in calmly. He didn't worry about any ambush inside. Even if there was, he was always prepared.

The furnishings in the room are monotonous, one table, two chairs, one bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

Behind the table sits an iron-faced bald head, and two guards stand behind him.

Seeing Quines coming in, the iron-faced bald head stood up: "Sir, please sit down."

Quinnes was not polite, and went directly to the opposite of the bald head, looking at the bald head inexplicably: "My lord? How can you be sure that I am an adult."

With a slight restraint on the bald face: "Sir, please don't laugh. Although I am a gangster, I still know some secret things. In fact, I didn't expect an adult from the Investigation Department to visit. If I haven't intervened, I will temporarily move to other places to avoid it."

"You guessed that I was from the Investigation Division?"

The bald head smiled bitterly: "The Royal Secret Guard disdains such a barren place, and even if the Intelligence Department knows it, it doesn't bother to control it. Only the Investigation Section..."

Quinns didn't expect the bald head to be able to say this, and couldn't help asking: "I don't know your name?"

The bald stood up and poured a glass of wine for Quinns, with a hint of respect in his action: "My name is Burt Gary, the boss of the gangster."

"Mafia?" Quinns murmured subconsciously. Of course he hadn't heard of such a small gang. Even the famous big gang in Taopavi, he was not familiar with any of them: "Since you have heard of it, You should be able to guess the purpose of my coming to you."

Burt Gary replied: "Yes, and the murder case was also the police I asked to report."

"Oh? Why?" Quinnes was a little strange. In the logic of the gang, no matter what was solved, there would be no option to call the police.

Burt Gary sighed, "Just because I have heard about it, I know that I can't solve this murder that happened on my site. Of course, you can say let things go on like this, regardless of me. The incident did not affect me. But I don’t think so. The occurrence of one incident will inevitably affect all aspects. If the situation is allowed to continue, it is difficult to guarantee that the people behind it will prevent us from discovering the secret. Killed. Or, if things go on, something weird will be born. In this case, we all have to die."

Quinns looked at Burt Gary with a strange look: "Your thinking is very clear and you have a lot of ideas. I am wondering why you are just the boss of a little black hand."

Burt Gary: "No, it's not surprising at all. There is no guarantee of expansion, just looking for death, once... I almost..."

Quinns nodded: "Understood." The man in front of him has a story with an experience that most people don't. For some reason, he hides in Taopapi and lives a life of "small wealth and peace". If he is also like an uncle Like Te Gary, he may have similar ideas. There are too many unknowns in this world, and his own strength always comes first.

After taking a deep look at Burt Gary, Quinns had some thoughts in his mind, but it remains to be seen for the time being: "Well, that's the gossip, I need clues."

Burt Gary nodded: "I only learned about the first homicide after the fact. I went to survey the scene as soon as I suspected it, but the scene was almost destroyed at the time, so no clue was found. For the second and third homicide, I rushed to the scene the first time after my specially ordered my men, and the scene was kept in good condition."

"The most important clue is that judging from the bodies of the two boys, they were not sucked up."

Quinns: "Isn't it sucked?"

"Yes," Burt Gary took a look at Quinnes and said, "If it is some blood-sucking creatures, the blood must be concentrated in a certain outlet. This feature is very obvious on the corpse, but I am in I haven't seen it on the corpses, their blood is more like..."

Burt Gary thought for a while, sorted out his own words, and said: "It's more like being brought out from the body through pores in an instant."

"Brought out from the pores in an instant?" Quinns thoughtfully, wondering what secrets or strange things would be.

Burt Gary: "I think this method can only be used at night."

"Oh? Why do you see it."

"Because all three cases were at night."

Quinnes shook his head: "Because of this? Do you want to know how likely all murders are to be carried out at night?"

Burt Gary: "Then have you seen the bodies of three boys?"

Quinns was silent. The three boys' bodies were marked as missing in the information. Who would take the bodies? This is one of the reasons why Quinns is looking for the local gang.

Burt Gary: "I don't have a boy's body here either, because at dawn, all the boys who were sucked into mummy are turned into powder, right in front of me."

"What?" Quinns looked at Burt Gary: "To powder? You didn't lie?"

Burt Gary shook his head firmly: "I swear in the name of the Lord of Winter that I did not lie."

Lord of Winter? Quinnes took a deep look at Burt Gary. This is a well-known evil god, but the main place of worship of the Lord of Winter is in the new Ottoman Empire, which is not so far away from Ta'opapi. Of course, there are believers in the Lord of Winter in Taopapi.

This is interesting, the corpse turned into fly ash.

"So you judge by this, but the prerequisite for the boy's way of being sucked blood is night."

Burt Gary nodded.

"Your idea is very likely." Quinnes agreed: "Anything else besides these?"

Burt Gary: "The last clue is that the traces around are normal traces."

"Normal traces?" Quinnes's face moved slightly: "You mean there is no trace of the murderer detected?"

Burt Gary nodded: "Yes, not at all."

"I understand."

"The other clues are gone."

Quinns stood up and said with a slight bow: "Thank you for your answer."

Burt Gary replied: "My lord, go slowly."

Quinns took a deep look at Burt Gary, his fingers moved slightly, and the mark of witchcraft was already printed on Burt Gary. He was interested in this guy who was more like a policeman than a gang boss~www. ltnovel.com~ If possible, he wants to try to develop him into his own informant. If you go one step further and become a subordinate... let's talk about it. Quinns thought secretly in his heart that he was unfamiliar with the place of life and it seemed necessary to develop an informant. As for the candidate to be the boss of the gang, it would not be better. One informant can be used as dozens of informants. But this matter has to be observed again.

Out of the tavern, Quinns did not delay this time, and went back to his cabin.

After returning, Buddy had already returned.

Buddy: "How is it? Is there a gain?"

Quinnes: ‘It’s a great harvest, but you might just be doing useless work. ’

"How to say?"

Quinns didn't talk nonsense, and directly told the story of encountering Burt Gary in the Black Hand Gang.

Buddy touched his chin: "If what Burt Gary said is true, the possibility of a vampire will be minimized. On the contrary, this is more like the work of an extraordinary person who practices the secret of vampire."

Quinns agreed: "I think so too."

Buddy: "It's a bit difficult. Do you know which blood-sucking factions secretly can cause such an effect?"

Quinns shook his head. Although he could search the endless book, at most it was only a few secret introductions. Specific introductions such as the effects of secret arts were impossible to check.

Buddy: "Without a clear target, it is impossible to locate the murderer, and with the frequency of the murderer, the crime will be committed again within a day or two."

Quinnes frowned: "Now we can only use the most stupid way, and stop directly at the black hand gang. The murderer would not have thought that the Investigation Section would get the news so soon, we can catch him off guard."

"Just do it like this, it's not too late. Let's pass today, and we will take turns staying at night."

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