Chapter 1609 Digging a Hole

Pudke, who had not slept all night, squinted for a while at dawn.

The swelling and pain in his chest and the astringent and dry eyes all told the middle-aged police chief that at this time, he, who was no longer young, should take a good rest.

but……

Looking at the documents on his desk, Pudke immediately cheered up.

It was only at this time that Pudek would envy those extraordinary beings. Their physical strength and energy far exceeded that of ordinary people, and they had always been what Pudek wanted but could not obtain.

However, immediately, the middle-aged police chief began to curse in a low voice again at those extraordinary people who acted wantonly.

Yesterday's fighting on the outskirts of the city did not affect ordinary people, but a hundred meters of roads and cables were completely destroyed. Repairing it was no small matter. When I thought about the need to issue a detailed and complete report to the city hall, Pudke's temples felt swollen.

But worse things are yet to come.

There were more than ten arson cases in succession last night.

There were no casualties, but many buildings were damaged.

"What a bunch of bastards!"

"Can't we just imitate that guy?"

"Although he is indifferent, he knows what he is going to do and he will never act recklessly!"

Looking at the report in his hand, the middle-aged police chief couldn't help but think of Kieran.

The middle-aged police chief's perception of Kieran was extremely complicated.

Even though the middle-aged police chief still performed his duties faithfully, the life-saving grace was a life-saving grace, and he could not forget it.

In other words, how can a person who has forgotten the grace of saving his life be able to fulfill his duties faithfully?

Pulling on the loosened collar, the middle-aged police sergeant pondered intently.

He thought he needed to repay Kieran's debt.

Otherwise it will affect his future work.

Because he knew very well that his work was destined to cause conflict between him and the other party.

It's not good or bad.

It's just a different philosophy.

"how should I do it?"

The middle-aged police chief whispered to himself.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Come in."

The middle-aged police chief said.

"Coffee, hot dogs and salad."

"The coffee has less sugar and the salad doesn't require any dressing."

McCall pushed open the door and motioned to Pudke with the bag containing food in his hand.

"Thanks, McCall."

"You can rest today and report on time tomorrow."

The middle-aged police chief said with a smile.

The reason why the young assistant was given leave was not because he brought breakfast, but because he had not rested for three consecutive days.

And him?

At least he was knocked unconscious by that guy and fell asleep for a long time.

"Um."

The young assistant nodded, turned around and walked out.

The moment he turned around to open the door, a hint of helplessness appeared on the assistant's face. Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged police chief who was once again in working mode. He couldn't help but want to say something, but the words had not yet come out. , the young assistant gave up.

Picking up his coat, the young assistant greeted those who were still working overtime and quickly left the police station.

However, he didn't go home.

Instead, he headed to a 24-hour fast food restaurant not far from home.

"Ice Coke, fish and chips."

After ordering from the waiter, the young assistant walked to the table in the corner.

There was no one there, but when the waiter brought the food, a man sat behind the young assistant.

"you are late!"

The person said in a low voice.

"I tried my best to get there!"

The young assistant answered coldly.

At first, he liked his job very much and thought it was cool to do it and he could get a good salary. It is difficult to adapt to the current identity, especially when handing over some secret information to others, a sense of guilt will emerge.

He really wants to quit.

But he couldn't escape the life in front of him.

"As agreed, this is what you want."

The young assistant handed the detailed information about the arson case that occurred last night to the person behind him. Without turning around, he just handed the information through the gap in the chair.

The person behind him also handed over a brown paper bag.

The young assistant hesitated for a moment before taking it.

He knows what's inside.

But the initial excitement was gone. On the contrary, all I had was hot hands.

"It's good to think about some things."

"You know exactly what will happen to you once you violate the original agreement."

The person behind him said something seemingly unintentionally, and without waiting for the young assistant to say anything else, he stood up and left the fast food restaurant.

The young assistant stood up after sitting in the fast food restaurant for a long time.

Without calling the waiter, the young assistant packed the food himself.

When he walked out of the fast food restaurant and felt the dazzling sunshine, the young assistant smiled weakly.

yes!

He knows best what will happen to him once he violates the original agreement.

Can……

The torment in his heart at this moment was worse than death.

…

Simileide quickly returned to the hotel room with the brown paper bag in hand.

“Idiots are contagious.”

"I hope you won't do anything you regret."

After throwing the brown paper bag on the table, Simileid whispered to himself.

He has seen too many young people like this.

After a little seduction, he became a so-called secret agent.

But nine times out of ten, you will regret it.

In the same way, people who regret will most likely not end well.

There are people in the House of Commons dedicated to dealing with these regretful people.

not him.

Nor would he take on such a job.

Because it's too dangerous!

He is a man who wants to live in peace until retirement!

Therefore, Similaide was very resistant to the next action, but he could not refuse.

“What a fucking life!”

After Simileide cursed in a low voice, he opened the brown paper bag and looked at the information he had just acquired one by one. Then, Simileide became more and more frightened as he looked at it.

Soon, a layer of dense sweat broke out on Similaide's forehead.

Unlike bystanders, as one of the participants, Similaide knew these places.

Without exception, they were all temporary bases for those who participated in the ambush.

"Will you really take revenge?"

There was a strong palpitation in his questioning tone.

There is no doubt that Similaide can be sure that these so-called fires are the work of that person.

And the worst thing is that his next task is to visit the other party.

"Too bad!"

Simileid leaned back in the chair a little weakly, murmuring in a low voice.

…

17 Langton Street.

After a hearty and enjoyable breakfast, Kieran walked into the study.

Holding an old book where he was writing and drawing, he looked at Qin Ran who walked in and stood up with a smile.

"You must have good news."

Kieran said with a smile.

"Live up to your trust."

"According to the records in these secret books, I got some general information about Lord Modin."

"First of all, she should not be the craftsman who was imprisoned during the papal period as rumored, but should be a saint of the Amyades sect during the papal period."

"Moreover, this saint is very unique. Not only does she have the identity of a saint, she should also be a powerful warlock and demon hunter."

"She can use fire, is good with a great sword, has a raven, and is familiar with potions, arcane knowledge, and carving."

“There is no doubt that she achieved a level of sculpture that has never been achieved before or since.”

The old book said slowly.

"Warlock?"

Kieran raised his eyebrows.

According to the mysterious knowledge he possesses, warlocks generally rely on the power of their bloodline to exert power beyond ordinary people, and the source of their bloodline is the basis for their strength.

Those bloodlines may be elves from nature.

Or maybe it's a dragon from soaring in the sky.

Or maybe it's a demon from...the abyss.

Almost instinctively, when Kieran heard the word 'Warlock', he thought of the two lines of words that appeared on the base of [Hell Sigh].

Dad, come and save me!

It's so dark here, I'm so scared - Mordin!

"What kind of warlock is she?"

Kieran asked directly.

"demon!"

The old book gave the answer with a slightly strange expression.

"demon……"

Qin Ran frowned.

"My lord, maybe it's just a coincidence. I haven't found any record of your words in any of the books, and I haven't found any in my deductions either."

The old book said consolingly.

coincidence?

It's a pity that he never believed in coincidences!

Qin Ran pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "Any other discoveries?"

"There is another important discovery!"

"It seems that Lord Modin was involved in some big event, and then he devoted himself to studying carving skills and integrated them with his own power!"

"However, I have no way of knowing what the big event is."

“There is still too little information!”

Standing in front of hundreds of thick books, the old book said with regret.

Kieran didn't blame anything for this.

Because he knew very well that although there were hundreds of books, all he really needed was one line or even half a line in each book.

Without old books, it would be impossible to obtain the above information without consuming huge amounts of manpower, material resources and time.

Of course, old books are not omnipotent.

After all, some things aren't recorded.

In other words, they can no longer find the recorded books and scrolls at this moment.

Time is the most terrible weapon!

Nothing can last forever in time!

Decay and decay are the inevitable laws of time!

Therefore, another method must be chosen.

"Fries?"

Qin Ran shouted towards the door.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

‘Freezer’ walked in meticulously and responded.

"Can you carve?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Sculpture?"

"I know a little bit, but I'm not proficient."

'Freezer' replied after being stunned.

"A little bit of knowledge is enough!"

Qin Ran smiled.

…

After visiting all the famous pastries and specialty restaurants in Aikende, Simileide came to No. 17 Langtonding Street with a lot of food.

Ding dong!

"Hello, I am Similed, here to visit Your Excellency 2567."

Very politely, Simileide rang the doorbell, and began to announce his home address to the connected intercom. At the same time, he raised the food in his hand high so that the camera could clearly capture it.

"Hold on."

The cold voice on the intercom answered.

After about two seconds, the door opened.

Fries stood there and looked at Similaide. After his eyes stayed on the food in the other person's hand for a moment, he finally turned away.

"come in."

Frith said.

"Thanks."

Similaide said with his head bowed.

Then, Simileid followed Fries and walked towards the study.

In fact, No. 17, Langton Street, was in front of him. He had already read the design drawings no less than thirty times. He was really familiar with it, including the secret room, which he also knew.

Naturally, that includes the people who live here.

Frith, Odok, Emma Eddy and the newly joined Galan.

He already had information about these people before.

There are also speculations about the true identities of Frith and Odok.

And Galan?

Even more knowledgeable.

However, Simileide did not dare to show it at this time.

To him, or to the House of Commons, their identities were entirely unimportant.

What matters is the One whom these people follow.

Several members of the House of Commons have begun to pay attention to that person, and they have simply given him an "investigation" order.

To be honest, Simileide really wanted to hang the person who gave this order and beat him up.

Is King Gluttony so easy to detect?

If he is not careful, he will die in the line of duty!

Even if everything was fine, he still spent two months' salary just to see the other party!

Thinking of his shriveled wallet, Similaide was filled with despair.

Although he can be reimbursed, the complicated process will take at least another two months. During this time, he must save money and save money.

Inexplicably, the thought of frugal living and clothing.

The food that just seemed to be ordinary just now became inexplicably delicious.

After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Similaide kept warning himself that this was a 'tribute' to keep him safe. He couldn't move it. He must not move it.

The door to the study room was not closed.

Standing at the door of the study, Similaide saw Kieran sitting behind the desk.

However, the next moment, his eyes couldn't help but look at the desk in front of Kieran.

This desk is very spacious, but the tabletop is full of things at the moment.

Two sharp unsheathed long swords, a dagger in a leather sheath and a pair of leather armor full of age.

Similaide's eyes were very vicious.

It only took one glance to identify that the sword and dagger were items with special powers, and that leather armor was even more of a treasure.

He had seen similar leather armor in a congressman's collection room.

According to rumors, the congressman spent a lot of money on that pair of leather armor and used some disgraceful means.

And now?

The similar leather armor was still on the desk casually, and the owner was concentrating on looking at the weird statue in his hand.

statue?

After being stunned for a moment, Similatin reacted instantly.

The investigator of the House of Commons immediately covered his eyes and knelt there with a plop.

"I know the rules!"

"I understand everything!"

"I did not see anything!"

"I don't know anything!"

As he spoke, Simileide crawled out on all fours.

"return."

Kieran said calmly.

"OK."

Similaide turned around and crawled back.

"Do you recognize this statue?"

Qin Ran asked.

"I recognize it, it should be the rumored statue of Master Modin."

Similaide stammered.

"Of course I know it's Mordin's work."

"What I'm asking is do you know the piece that belongs to Modine?"

Kieran said and put the statue in his hand on the table.

Simileide raised his head tremblingly and carefully put down the hand covering his eyes. He glanced at Qin Ran first and found nothing unusual, then looked at the statue.

And when Simileide's eyes came into contact with the statue, his expression suddenly changed.

PS Feilong ate some chili-flavored chewing gum today out of curiosity and greed...and then, he felt completely bad...