The Devil’s Cage Chapter 36: Digging
Pudek, who has not slept all night, squinted for a while at Dawn.
Puffy chest, astringent, and dry eyes are telling middle-aged police chief that at this time, he should rest well when he is no longer young.
But...
Looking at the files on the desk, Pudek immediately rejuvenated.
Only at this time, Pudek will envy those Transcendence, they are far more than ordinary people's Stamina, energy, has always been Pudek wanted and unavailable.
However, immediately, the middle-aged police chief whispered again to those Transcendence who wantonly acted.
Yesterday the fighting in the suburbs of the city did not affect ordinary people, but the roads and cables that were 100 meters long were completely destroyed. It is not a small matter to repair it. According to the report, Pudek temples swelled for a while.
But what’s worse is still behind.
More than a dozen arson incidents occurred last night.
No casualties, but many buildings were damaged.
"It's a bunch of bastards!"
"Can’t you learn that guy?"
"Although indifferent, but knowing what you are going to do, you will never come here!"
Looking at the report in hand, the middle-aged police chief couldn't help thinking of Kieran.
For the perception of Kieran, the middle-aged police chief is extremely complicated.
Even if the middle-aged police chief is still devoted to his duties, but the life-saving grace is the life-saving grace, he cannot forget it.
Or, how can a person who has forgotten even the life-saving grace do his duty?
Middle-aged police chief pondered with his neckline loosened.
He thinks he needs to pay off the kindness of Kieran.
Otherwise it will affect his future work.
Because, he knows very well that his work is destined to cause him to conflict with each other.
Not good or bad.
It's just a different concept.
"What should I do?"
Middle-aged police chief whispered to himself.
And at this time, the knock on the door rang.
Boom, boom.
"Come in."
Mid-aged police chief said.
"Coffee, hot dog and salad."
"Coffee is low in sugar, and the salad doesn't require salad dressing."
Michael pushed the door in and gestured to Pudek with a bag of food in his hand.
"Thanks, Michael."
"You can rest today and report on time tomorrow."
Middle-aged police chief said with a smile.
The reason for the young assistant’s vacation is not because the other party brought breakfast, but because the other party has not rested for three consecutive days.
And he?
At least he was stunned by the guy and slept for quite a while.
"Uh."
The young assistant nodded and turned to walk out.
At the moment when he turned to open the door, a trace of helplessness appeared on his assistant's face. Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged police chief who was in working condition again. Without the exit, the young assistant gave up.
Taking up his coat, the young assistant greeted the people who were still working overtime and quickly left the police station.
However, they did not go home.
Instead, he went to a 24-hour fast food restaurant not far from home.
"Ice Coke, Fish and Chips."
After ordering to the waiter, the young assistant walked to the corner dining table.
There was no one there, but when the waiter brought the food, a person was sitting behind the young assistant.
"You are late!"
The man said in a low voice.
"I have arrived as soon as I can!"
An answer from the young assistant coldly.
At the beginning, he liked his job very much. He thought it was cool and expensive to get paid. It was really great, but as time passed, the longer he stayed with middle-aged police chief The more difficult it is to adapt to your current identity, especially when you give some secret information to the person coming, a sense of guilt will emerge.
He wanted to stop.
But he can hardly get rid of the life in front of him.
"According to the agreement, this is what you want."
The young assistant handed over the details of the arson case that happened last night to the person behind him. Instead of turning around, he just passed the information through the gap in the chair.
The person behind him also passed a kraft paper bag.
After the young assistant hesitated for a while, this was taken over.
He knows what is inside.
But there was no excitement at first, instead, it was just hot hands.
"Some things to think about."
"You know exactly what you will be experience | meeting with once you violate the original agreement."
After seemingly inadvertently speaking, the person behind him stood up and left the fast food restaurant without waiting for the young assistant to say anything.
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 walking out of the fast food restaurant and feeling the dazzling sunlight, the young assistant smiled weakly.
Yes!
Once he breaks the original agreement, he knows what experience | meeting with is, and he knows it best.
Yes...
At this moment, his inner suffering is worse than death.
......
The Illard holding a brown paper bag quickly returned to the hotel room.
"Fools are contagious."
"I hope you don’t do anything that you regret."
After throwing the brown paper bag on the table, Illard whispered to himself.
He has seen too many such youngster.
Slightly tempted and became a so-called spy.
But there are 8 out of 10, you will regret it.
Similarly, those who regret it, there is no good ending in all cases.
There are people in House of Commons who deal with these regrets.
Not him.
He will not undertake such work.
Because it is too dangerous!
He is a man who wants to settle down until his retirement!
So, for the next action, Illard is very resistant, but it cannot be refused.
"What a **** life!"
After Illard whispered in a whisper, he opened the kraft paper bag and checked the information he had just started. Then, Illard was more and more shocked.
Soon, the dense sweat beads of first floor oozed from the forehead of Illard.
Unlike bystanders, as one of the participants, Illard knows these places.
None of them is a temporary stronghold for people involved in ambushing that person.
"Is it really revenge?"
In a doubtful tone, there is a strong heart palpitations.
There is no doubt that Illard can be sure that these so-called fires are in that person.
And the worst thing is that his mission is to visit each other.
"Awful!"
Illard leaned slightly weakly in the chair, whispering in his mouth.
......
Langton Dean Street No. 17.
After a rich and pleasant breakfast, Kieran walked into the study.
The Old Book holding a pen for writing and drawing looked at the Kieran who came in and stood up smiling.
"You must have good news."
Kieran said with a smile.
"Let's live up to the trust of adults."
"According to the records in these hidden books, I got some general information about that person Modin Your Excellency."
"First of all, she should not be the Blacksmith in which Cult Period was imprisoned in rumor, but the saint of Cult Period Amiade Cult."
"Moreover, this saint Your Excellency is very different. Not only does she have the status of saint, she should also be a Warlock and Demon Hunter of formidable."
"She can use flame, she is good at great sword, has a raven, and is familiar with potion learning, Mystical Knowledge, and carving."
"There is no doubt that in terms of carving, she has reached the level of no one before and no one after."
Old Book said slowly.
"Warlock?"
Kieran raised an eyebrow.
According to his grasp of Mystical Knowledge, Warlock generally relies on blood power to exert power beyond ordinary people, and the source of blood is the root of whether they are formidable.
The bloodlines may be elves from nature.
It may also be Great Dragon from Soaring Skyrim.
There may also be Devil from... bottomless abyss.
Almost instinctively, when Kieran heard the word ‘Warlock’, it thought of the two lines of words that appeared on the base of [Hell's Sigh].
Dad, come and save me!
It's so dark here, I'm so scared-Modin!
"What is her bloodline Warlock?"
Kieran asked directly.
"Devil!"
Old Book's face was slightly weird and gave the answer.
"Devil..."
Kieran frowned.
"Adult may just be a coincidence. I haven't found any records about your words and expressions in all the books. I didn't find anything in the deduction."
Old Book said with consolation.
A coincidence?
Unfortunately, he never believed in coincidence!
Kieran pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "What else did you find?"
"One more important discovery!"
"that person Modin Your Excellency seems to be involved in some big event, and then, I delve into the carving technique wholeheartedly and integrate it with my own power!"
"However, I don’t know what the big event is."
"There is still too little information!"
Standing in front of hundreds of thick books, Old Book said with regret.
For this, Kieran did not blame anything.
Because he knows that although he has hundreds of books, what he really needs is only one line or even half a line in each book.
If there is no Old Book, it is impossible to get the above information without consuming huge manpower, material resources and time.
Of course, Old Book is not a panacea.
After all, some things are not recorded.
Or the recorded book, scroll, they couldn’t find it at the moment.
Time is the scariest weapon!
Nothing can last forever!
Decay and decay are inevitable laws under time!
Therefore, another method must be selected.
"Friess?"
Kieran shouted at the door.
"Sir, what do you ask?"
‘Frostman’ walked meticulously in response.
"Can you sculpt?"
Kieran asked.
"Engraving?"
"A little bit, but not Master."
‘Frostman’ replied after a moment.
"A little while, it is enough!"
Kieran laughed.
......
After running through the famous pastries and specialty restaurants in Eckend City, Illard came to Langton Dean Street No. 17 with a lot of food.
Ding Dong!
"Hello, this is Illard, come and visit Your Excellency 2567."
It is very polite, the Illard rang the doorbell, and began to report the door to the connected phone, and at the same time raised the food in his hand so that the camera could clearly capture the camera.
"Wait."
The icy voice in the phone answered.
About two seconds later, the door opened.
Friess stood there and looked at Illard. After gazing at the food in the opponent's hands for a moment, he finally opened his side.
"Come in."
Friess said.
"Thank you."
Illard said with a bowed head.
Next, Illard followed Friess and walked toward the study.
In fact, the Langton Dean Street No. 17 in front of him has already seen the design drawing no less than thirty times. He is really familiar and can no longer be familiar, including the secret room, he also knows.
Natural, including people living here.
Friess, Odolk, Emma Eddie and the newly added Golan.
Before, he already had the information of these people.
There are also my own guesses about the true identity of Friess and Odolk.
And Golan?
It's even more familiar.
However, Illard did not dare to show it at this time.
For him, or for House of Commons, the identity of these people is completely unimportant.
What matters is the that person that these people follow.
House of Commons's digital representative has begun to pay attention to that person, and he has simply given him the command of'Check'.
To be honest, Illard really wants to hang up the person who gave the order and fight.
Is Gluttony Monarch so good to detect?
Slightly inadvertently, he will have to be killed for work!
Even if everything is safe, he spent two months of salary in order to see each other!
Thinking of his shrivelled wallet, Illard is full of despair.
Although it can be reimbursed, the complicated process takes at least another two months. During this time, he has to cut back on food and clothing.
Inexplicably, the thought of cutting back on food.
Just now it just feels like normal food, this time it becomes inexplicably delicious.
After secretly swallowing a sip of water, Illard couldn’t help but warn himself that this was a ‘tribute’ to keep him safe. Don’t move.
The study door is not closed.
Standing at the door of the study, Illard saw Kieran sitting behind the desk.
However, at the next moment, his eyes involuntarily looked at the desk in front of Kieran.
This desk is very large, but the desk is full of things at the moment.
Two sharp and sheathless Longsword, one dagger hitting the leather sleeve and a leather armor full of years.
Illard's gaze is very poisonous.
With just one glance, you can recognize that this Longsword and dagger capital are item with special power, and that pair of leather armor is one of its treasures.
He once saw a similar leather armor in a representative collection room.
The pair of leather armor according to rumor is that person representative, which cost a lot of money, and used some shameful means.
And now?
Similar leather armor is still on the desk so casually, and the master that person is watching the weird statue in his hand.
Statue?
Similarin reacted instantly after a moment of surprise.
The House of Commons investigator immediately covered both eyes and knelt there.
"I understand the rules!"
"I understand!"
"I saw nothing!"
"I don’t know anything!"
As he said, Illard crawled out crawling.
"Come back."
Kieran said lightly.
"Okay~IndoMTL.com~Illard turned around and crawled back again.
"Do you recognize this statue?"
Kieran asked.
"Recognize, recognize, should be the statue of Modin Grandmaster in rumor."
Illard stammered.
"Of course I know Modin's work."
"I asked you if you know it belongs to the Modin work?"
Kieran said, and placed the statue in his hand on the table.
Illard tremblingly raised his head, carefully put his hand covering his eyes down, first glanced at Kieran, and after not seeing anything strange, he looked at the statue.
When Illard's eyes touch the statue, his face changes suddenly.