Chapter 57 The Fog Begins to Dissipate

As expected, Xing Ze took out a small bottle of whiskey from the ring and threw it to John.

"Ah, he knew I brought it. His nose has always been very sharp, that's why they called him Big Dog." John unscrewed the bottle cap, sniffed it affectionately, and then took a sip, "Ah~ Bourbon, I really understand him.”

He took a big sip and continued: "I think wine brings friends, boy. The guy told him that Isidore from Mitte Antique Shop has always been dissatisfied with Eric."

"He didn't see the use of that message."

"He always thought I was smart, kid." John scoffed. "What would I do if I hated someone so much that I wanted to kill him?"

Xing Ze touched Dongba and thought for a while, "Collect information, wait patiently, look for opportunities, and kill with one blow."

Because of that answer, John felt a chill running down his back. He glanced at the young man secretly and said, "Look, I'm not that stupid."

"I take it Isido has information on Eric, information they don't know?"

"No doubt, no certainty. That old guy is not as amiable as he appears on the surface."

"Then why don't you go find him?"

John took out a hip flask from his arms, "Damn it, boy, the Oil Gang are searching the streets door to door, do I think now is a good time to cause trouble?"

“Time waits for no one, J, and he doesn’t think they have much time left.

"Where did the idea come from? Listen to him, go back and have a good sleep, and wait for news from him." John poured the whiskey into the flask.

Xing Ze opened his clothes, revealing the hideous scar on his right shoulder, which he had intentionally left for Weber.

"Wow, boy, what did I do?" John's legs shook and he almost spilled the wine.

"It's not a big deal. I just chatted with two bartenders at the Essex Hotel. He was really hoping that one of them would appear in tomorrow's "Jian Yan Jia Monthly". No, otherwise there would be no need. He's wasting no time."

"The Essex Hotel? Bartender? What...what am I talking about?"

‘At midnight, he went to Eric’s hiding place in London, a very nice country house. Could it be a coincidence that someone had the same idea? Two of them were mourners, but one was not sure. "

"Did they inflict wounds on you? I killed three wizards by myself, and two of them were mourners?"

"The wound is another story." Xing Ze took a breath. He was not going to tell John that he had met a monster in his dream. "He was lucky. The two mourners had new legs. As for the other wizard, ah , it’s not a bit troublesome.

John poured some wine into his mouth and squinted his eyes without shutting up. Xing Ze knew whether he was wondering about the credibility of what he just said.

About a minute later, he spoke out: "I'm much better than he thought, boy. Did I find any useful information on them?"

"There is nothing, nothing to prove their true identity, and it is not clear why they went back." Xing Ze took out a red candy from the ring, "I found that with them."

He threw the candy to John: "He also found that thing in Eric's villa, and he asked someone to test it."

John picked up the candy with his index finger and thumb. "That doesn't mean anything, kid. Almost everyone in Knockturn Alley smokes that stuff, and many members of the big family also smoke it."

"There's human tissue in that thing. Don't look at him like that, J. That's not what I understand."

"Is the source reliable?" John walked up and asked seriously.

"He couldn't think of a reason why he should have lied to him."

John fell silent again, "Do I remember the words of the bar owner?" Xing Ze's voice came, like a cold dagger, "The population near Knockturn Alley is seriously missing. It is difficult for him not to remember those two things." Connected. "

Something lit up in John's eyes, but quickly disappeared. "They have to report that," he said.

"Who are you reporting to? The Ministry of Magic?" Xing Ze chuckled, "Should I want to report it to the Key Office?"

"There are children among the missing people!" John shouted excitedly, "Damn it, those bastards are using the missing people as hallucinogens!"

His cry attracted Corey, the chubby store manager, who walked into the warehouse and asked anxiously: "Is everything okay, big dog?"

"It's okay over there, Corey." John, who had calmed down a little, waved his leg towards the store manager.

When Corey turned around and entered the store, Xing Ze continued: "They can only rely on themselves, J, I know it very well."

"Who sent me to investigate?" John asked with a frown.

"Mr. R."

"That arrogant bastard, he guessed that I knew he didn't want me to go back, right? Just what? Just because I'm a foreigner?"

"Perhaps Benson left his inheritance to him."

"The legacy of the old guy?" John stood up from the haystack, "Hell, he has no idea, but the situation is very unfavorable for them now, and they can't risk provoking the Oil Gang."

"Think about those missing children, think about those parents." Xing Zecuo said to John who was hesitant. For a moment, he seemed to see his past self, "Please tell me if a child from a big family is lost, the Ministry of Magic will send At least two Aurors, but who the hell cares about those people there?"

John kicked away a broken bucket at his feet in annoyance, and the iron bucket clanged against a broken chair.

"Tell him about the two bartenders again." He said in a deep voice.

Xing Ze's mouth curled up slightly, and he repeated his experience yesterday morning. When he mentioned the King of the Landlord, he hoped that John could give some hints, but he didn't.

"Damn, why does he feel that things are becoming more and more complicated?" John sighed, "He guessed that I went to the alley again before I came there?"

"Yes, the body was dealt with." Xing Ze said, "Those people were very careful."

"Then why did they leave blood words?"

"He guessed they were passing on information, or warning. They wanted him to stop. It would be great if he had learned the tracking spell. There was a lot of residual magic in that place when he arrived last night."

I bet he has learned it, he will be surprised again, John thought. "No one can get in touch with that kind of high-end magic. He was curious, why did they warn me, and whether it would be better to kill me in the alley."

At this point, Xing Ze didn't understand, so he replied uncertainly: "Cecil - the madman who wanted to blow up the train - he did mention that he thought he was the same as them, a chosen one, maybe they wanted him to change his mind."

John whistled, shook his head and said: "I have a lot of secrets, kid."

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