Chapter 1307 Wrong Person Invited

There are mostly old houses in this neighborhood, and the mottled walls and inexhaustible musty smell have become a major feature of these old houses under the continuous watering and infiltration of London's rain all year round. m.

Maca was sitting by the window of the living room, smelling the stale smell and eating pancakes, while the old man's rambling topics kept ringing in his ears.

To be honest, Maca didn't reject the feeling that he had lived in the castle enough, and changing the taste of the old houses in the city could make him feel more relaxed.

He has finished all the things that should be done this time, and he has to wait for the last step to go back before he can continue.

For him, that is also a very important step, and it will also determine the life, death and fate of a certain person.

However, even this simple rest and relaxation seems to hide some unknown secrets.

"Boy, haven't you met those 'weirds' on the road? The kind I just mentioned"

"Huh? Oh, I met..." Maca took a sip of water, and then said casually, "Those guys are really weird and dangerous, so I sneaked away."

As he spoke casually, he glanced at the closed door in the living room as if casually. This movement was very small, but under his deliberate guidance, it was still seen by the old man opposite.

Immediately, Maca noticed that the old man seemed to be slightly nervous.

Obviously, there must be something hidden there that he can't see... Well, maybe it's one person, or a few people.

He didn't go out of his way to perceive what was in that room.

"Sir, thank you for your water and food," Maca suddenly put down the water glass in his hand, and asked rather bluntly, "But I'm curious, why did you invite a stranger like me to your house... in case I'm not If you are a good person, what should you do?"

The old man probably didn't expect that Maca would ask such a straightforward question, and he was stunned for a moment. Then, he pondered and said:

"Even if you're not a good person, it doesn't matter... At this time, what everyone wants is often just something to fill their stomachs. But unfortunately, I don't have so much food to eat here."

This reason, no matter how it sounds, is quite far-fetched, and Maca naturally won't believe it. However, he didn't immediately express his doubts, but nodded accordingly.

He had only just sat down,

There were still hours to go until dawn, and there was no need to be in such a hurry to expose anything.

But although Maca didn't expose it, the old man on the opposite side felt a little annoyed that he had made up such a very rough excuse, and he didn't even talk for a while.

"Ok?"

After observing the old man's somewhat clumsy cover-up, Maca, who hadn't paid much attention to some suspicious points just now, became a little curious now.

If it was just a trap, he wouldn't care about it at all. At most, he only needed to open the door to have a look before leaving.

But now, he looked the old man opposite him up and down with some doubts.

"Sir, if you have something to say, just say it!"

For Maca, who once wandered alone in the chaotic dock town, just the old man's inexplicable state of inconsistency is enough to make him have a lot of associations and guesses.

He had seen thugs who kidnapped old people or women, coerced the latter into trapping passengers or businessmen who came with the boat on the pier, or cheated or robbed them.

And right now, the behavior of the old man sitting in front of him seems to be very similar to some scenes in his memory.

In recent days, London has fallen into chaos. While most city residents are hiding in the center of their homes and trembling in fear, the food stored at home is also running out little by little.

Under such circumstances, people who are hungry can do anything, not to mention there are always some ruthless guys.

This is not Maca's random speculation, because Lupine has already discovered such signs.

In fact, if the chaos in the city hadn't continued and the streets and alleys outside were still very dangerous, the whole city might have become even more chaotic.

Of course, the only doubt in front of Maca is why this old man would find someone like him who "shopping" with empty hands.

What does the other party want from him?

"Mister?"

Seeing that the old man stopped talking, Maca couldn't help calling him, and then saw that he shook his head as if he had just recovered.

"No, I...have nothing to say."

"Ok!"

Maca shrugged, and then leaned back on the back of the old sofa, obviously not in a hurry.

"So, sir... you just said that you have seen a lot of 'weirds'. What do they look like? What do they do?" He asked again as if chatting, "All I have seen are a few black people. The guy with the eyeballs, because I was too scared at the time, I didn't dare to look carefully."

He said he was afraid, but he showed a look of indifference. It was obvious that he no longer had much interest in pretending to be an ordinary Muggle.

After all, since the old man wasn't telling the truth, there was no point in pretending to be him.

Facing Maka's perfunctory appearance, the old man seemed to feel a little embarrassed. I saw him open his mouth several times in a row, but he didn't know whether to answer Maca's words or to say something else...

For example, tell some truths hidden in your heart?

And it wasn't until the old man hesitated for a long time that he didn't really say anything, Maca smiled calmly and said:

"Sir, don't be nervous...you can say what you want. Otherwise, you can just let the people inside come out, don't be too embarrassing."

"you"

When the old man heard his words, he finally couldn't help saying:

"How did you know someone was in the room?"

"Oh, I don't know," Maca spread her hands, "but now I know."

He didn't lie, because he really didn't specifically perceive what was in the room, he just guessed it.

But soon, he saw the old man and said:

"Boy... oh no, I mean, sir. You... whoever you are, please leave now! I hired the wrong person"

"what?"

Maca couldn't understand the old man's sudden words, what was meant by "invite the wrong person"?

"Sir, what do you mean by this...?"

"Ah? No, it doesn't mean anything... You should be a 'wizard', right? Sir, I'm sorry, if you want to kill me, just kill me, please."