The Devil’s Cage Chapter 2: Opening


The middle-aged driver crawling by the window was kicked back into the car.

However, at the next moment, the seat belt pulled the middle-aged driver back, and then, the sole of the slippers was printed on his face.

Boom!

Another muffled noise.

Two consecutive heavy blows from ordinary people. The very strong and burly middle-aged driver has completely passed out.

However, Kieran added another foot before pulling the door.

The power has been greatly weakened, making Kieran in a "weak state" more cautious, and the other party's eyes at Mimosa are just too disgusting.

Pull the door, pull the opponent off the car, pull out the opponent's belt, and tie the opponent, Kieran starts to check the car.

This is a car, but the age is not short, and the steering wheel and gear lever are all traces of years.

Of course, the **** smell is what Kieran cares most about!

Although the other party's efforts to clean up and ventilate, the **** smell in the compartment still exists. Just the moment the other party rolled down the window, Kieran smelled it.

And this time?

More intense.

Inspected the inside of the carriage, except for a wallet, there was no valuable discovery.

Kieran opens the wallet, which contains a driver’s license and some banknotes.

The driving license is for a middle-aged driver.

There is a photo of the other party on it, the name is: John Dickson.

The workmanship looks good, but it does not exclude that it is a forgery.

Before knowing this Dungeon World, Kieran has reservations about everything.

Throwing the wallet to Mimosa, Kieran walked towards the car.

A car, where can you hide things the most?

The trunk is the best answer.

As the trunk opened, a muddy shovel and a little blood appeared in Kieran's field of vision.

The distribution of these blood is very even, even after wiping, you can already see the approximate location, and according to the knowledge and previous experience, when Kieran sees this location, a human corpse has crushed Mark of.

The body is very fresh!

So that after the other party wrapped, they still bleed continuously, so the wound should be narrow and deep.

It’s not an ordinary dagger, it should be something like a long screwdriver.

"He, him?"

Mimosa is not a fool. The sudden shot of Kieran, plus the shovel and blood stains in the trunk, is enough to remind him of something.

"Like road killers."

"It should have been to bury the body just now."

Kieran was talking to the middle-aged driver while pulling the other party in front of the headlights, so that the strong light of the headlights illuminated the other side.

He then drew the water cup from the driver's seat and poured the water on the other person's face.

Water, let the other person wake up slowly.

In a trance, the middle-aged driver saw a dazzling glare, and in the glare, there was still some darkness, appearing in a very rhythmic manner.

This is the other person who was awakened from the coma. At this time, he felt sleepy again, wanted nothing, and simply slept again.

"Who are you?"

asked with a cold voice.

"John Dickson."

The middle-aged driver answered vaguely.

"What is your occupation?"

"Innkeeper."

"Do you have a family?"

"No, my wife and I are divorced. I don’t want her to leave me, so I will leave her forever."

"What is your hobby?"

"Hunting!"

"I will hunt on this road!"

"This is your first time hunting?"

"Third time!"

"What about your prey?"

"Killed and buried."

"Where is your hotel?"

"11-404 Cindy Street."

The voice continued, and the confused middle-aged driver almost answered all questions.

For Kieran, it is too simple for someone who has lost their resistance ability to cooperate with light, item and the knowledge learned from Expert Rank [Mystical Knowledge].

Even if the other party has the identity that ordinary people fear.

After asking everything he wanted to know, Kieran simply gave the opponent another kick.

Without being blocked by the door, Kieran's foot is very skillful and hits the opponent's carotid artery with minimal force.

Make the other party comatose quickly under hypoxia in the brain.

Kieran, which has lost skill support more than once, has already started to consciously train its offensive and defensive skills without skills.

Although most of the techniques are difficult to achieve, the Basic type has no problems.

After picking up the bundled middle-aged driver, Kieran threw it into the car. After thinking for a while, Kieran waved to Mimosa, beckoning Mimosa.

"His identity is a trouble!"

"Although I think I’ve handled it cleanly, the chance of being targeted is too great, so if we don’t want to cause trouble, we must be quick."

The car started, Kieran said to Mimosa.

"Quick?"

The Mimosa thought of something turned his head and looked at Kieran.

"Uh."

"Roughly what you think it is."

Kieran said with a smile.

The car speeded up. After the lights crossed the night in the suburbs, the night became quieter until the rising sun rose.

Everything has come alive.

Next, there was noise.

Because Tracking's "Road Killer" was about to escape, he was caught.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was not only a road killer, but also a murderer who killed his wife.

Even if the police concealed all the information of the'Road Killer' as much as possible, some smart people with sharp senses still guessed something.

So, in the morning, the door of the Dickson Hotel just knocked off the signboard was knocked.

"Sorry, no interviews here."

Kieran refused to look at the reporter indifferently.

The other party is not the first, and definitely not the last one.

Before this matter was truly forgotten, he was destined to deal with more such people, so Kieran chose the most direct and simple way.

Boom!

The door was closed heavily.

Ignoring the knocking on the door again, Kieran walked towards the Mimosa clean room.

He hasn't slept all night, and he continues to perform hypnosis. He needs a good night's sleep.

Not only to replenish excessive energy consumption, but also to get used to the body of the "weak pole" at the moment.

The same Mimosa, who has not slept all night, is busy in the kitchen with a strong spirit.

On a natural gas stove, a chicken is stewed in an iron pan.

This was found in the refrigerator. Similarly, Mimosa also found a lot of seasonings, enough for him to make a lunch for Kieran.

Maybe not delicious enough, but enough to swallow.

The time passes by one minute and one second. Mimosa, who relies on the cold water to constantly stimulate the spirit, stares at the iron pan until the real fragrance comes out of the pan.

Wearing heat insulation, Mimosa walked to the restaurant with the pot.

This hotel is not large, only two floors up and down.

first floor is a hall connected to the kitchen. Three long tables are placed to serve as corridors, parlors, dining rooms and so on.

second floor is three rooms, one master bedroom and two rooms for rent.

However, the two rented rooms are already dusty. Obviously, they have not rented out for a long time.

In fact, except for the kitchen, the entire hotel is in a similar situation. After the that person hotel owner killed his wife, this is a semi-abandoned state.

Boom, boom!

The door knocking sounded again.

Mimosa didn't pay attention. Kieran had told him not to pay attention to those who don't care.

But the other party did not give up, continued to knock on the door, and reported himself.

Boom, boom!

"Hello, this is police chief Tidy."

The identity of the other party surprised Mimosa.

Involuntarily, Mimosa became nervous again.

Just when Mimosa was at a loss, a forceful palm was placed on the shoulder of Mimosa. The warm feeling dispelled the tension.

"Leave it to me."

Kieran walking downstairs whispered.

"Uh."

Mimosa nodded obediently and walked into the kitchen again.

Kieran stepped towards the door.

"If you don’t open the door anymore, I will break the door and enter."

A man with brown curly hair, short and thin, and dressed in casual clothes said with a smile after opening the door at Kieran.

"Then you should compensate at the price."

Kieran is standing at the door and does not mean to move.

"If I did it, I will naturally compensate, but not me, I will never compensate."

The casual man said so.

The words seem to have other meanings, but immediately, the other party smiled again and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't find the stolen wallet and ID card of you and your brother. ID card."

Speaking, the other party pulled out two new ID cards.

"Thank you."

Kieran received the ID card, the tone is still cold.

"Hey, man, shouldn’t you be more enthusiastic?"

"I helped you a lot!"

"If you don’t have an ID card, you can’t do anything at Ai City!"

The casual man exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"I also helped you a lot!"

"And, that serial murderer, I remember he has bounty, right?"

"Not to mention, this is your responsibility."

Kieran responded blandly

"bounty will give you."

"Do businessmen always compare with this baht?"

The other party looked helpless.

"Thanks more than you think, so you should find our stolen wallet as soon as possible."

Kieran said it was ready to close.

"Don’t you invite me to a meal?"

"I smell the food."

"I have to say, I believe you are preparing to open a restaurant now. Such craftsmanship is rare..."

Boom!

The casual man chattered, but couldn’t stop Kieran from closing.

The door almost touched the nose of this casual man.

After taking a step back and rubbing the tip of his nose, the man looked at the hotel sign he had taken off and couldn't help thinking.

The guy who has been staring at him for a long time will be involved in a car accident when he flees, hit the fire hydrant, and the trunk is filled with some iron evidence, which makes the other party unable to dispute.

A coincidence?

The man turned his head and looked again at the closed door.

"How are you, Boss?"

"Is there a problem?"

The policeman on the side came and asked.

"No."

"Everything is normal, those two second-generation immigrants should have just encountered the bastard."

"It’s so fragrant!"

The man shouted his nose and swallowed saliva.

"Yeah, so fragrant!"

"With such craftsmanship, how can there be a relationship with that bastard?"

"If you open a restaurant at will, you will make money."

The police officer admired.

"Relax, since they bought this hotel, they are going to open a restaurant, we can come here to try it."

"And now?"

"We have to go back and greet the bastard!"

The man said that he turned and walked towards the police car.

Although he is looking forward to the other party's craftsmanship, the interrogation of that **** must also be accelerated. Even if the other party pretends to be crazy, he will pry open the other person's mouth and ask the truth.

Through the window, the Kieran sitting at the dining table can clearly see the police car going away.

He frowned slightly.

The police chief named Tidy is undoubtedly a troublesome character.

He has seen too many similar characters, so if he can, he definitely does not want to have any problems with the other party.

Fortunately, the other party’s attention was completely attracted by John Dickson.

In a short time, he will never notice him again.

After all, that John Dickson was taken care of by him.

Kieran sat thinking.

Mimosa held a bowl filled with chicken broth and meat and handed it to Kieran.

The soup is very rich.

Whitening, and first floor oil flowers floating on it.

Emerald green onions adorned it, bringing a different flavor to the chicken broth, especially when a fat chicken leg is contaminated with a few green onions, it has a special flavor.

Without the firewood of the chicken, the fat of the chicken skin hides this very well, coupled with the crispy green onion and a little spicy, it makes the appetite wide open.

Three times, the whole chicken leg was eaten by Kieran.

The chicken soup is even more bitter.

The unique taste combined with oil makes Kieran feel warm in the stomach pouch, and the slightly lethargic spirit is also revitalized.

Mimosa took the bowl with a smile and filled a bowl for Kieran again. The tiredness seemed to be swept away at this moment.

"2...Brother, we still need some kitchenware, condiments and food materials."

When Kieran finished all the pot of chicken soup, Mimosa said.

Naturally, the identity in disguise is not used to it.

When my brother was exporting, Mimosa was a little shy and inexplicably excited.

"There is a supermarket at the intersection. You go to rest first. When you wake up, I will go with you."

Kieran said, picking up the pots and bowls, and headed for the kitchen.

Since cooking the Mimosa, the dishes are naturally his.

Not just washing dishes, the entire hotel restaurant also needs to be thoroughly cleaned.

There are also damaged tables and chairs that need to be repaired.

The trivial work Kieran was done from noon~IndoMTL.com~ until the afternoon.

However, the aging of the hotel itself makes Kieran unable to be renovated to a clean level.

The awakened Mimosa followed the Kieran with full energy and purchased everything needed, and returned to the hotel with a smile.

Kieran sat in the lobby, watching Mimosa busy before and after.

It was not until 11 o'clock in the middle of the night that Mimosa walked out of the kitchen with a satisfied expression.

Kieran picked up the blackboard already prepared and walked outside the hall.

The signboard that was picked off at the door was already thrown into the trash can by Kieran, and was pulled away as the trash was cleared in the evening.

The blackboard in Kieran's hand stood at the door.

The street light shines on the blackboard, with clear and powerful writing--

Leaf Restaurant.

Served today: beef roast with potatoes, fried rice, chicken broth.

(No alcohol supply)

......

The last line is very eye-catching and was added by Kieran.

He doesn’t want to deal with someone who has completely lost his mind, except the enemy.

Late at night, the aroma of food wafted.

But it's empty.

It's too late.

Except for some special places, there are almost no people on the street.

And Leaf Restaurant is too far away from there.

But Kieran is in no hurry.

He opened this restaurant just to cover up, but he didn't really want to run it.

No one is his favorite.

Not only is the food made by Mimosa his, but it also allows him to quietly understand the Dungeon World in front of him and adapt to the "extremely weak" body.

Really kill three birds with one stone.

When Kieran picked up the newspaper in his hand again, the street lamp outside the door suddenly went out.

Genius remember this site address for one second: mobile version reading URL:


Leave a Reply