Having tentatively reached a consensus with the community "ward chiefs," Lina, Liam, and "Chameleon," each accompanied by a communicative community "ward chief" and their summoned kinsmen, began a house-to-house search within the community.
The "thoroughness" of the search was directly proportional to the "time consumed"; a whole day passed, and they barely managed to sift through eighty percent of the community.
At dinner, the group was invited to the home of a community "ward chief." Before the meal, when they gathered, Wayne felt a headache coming on again.
Damn it, these people were still treating the detective agency as "white masters" to fool around. At this rate, how could they find anything?
Although they had been told not to "hunt birds" these days, parrots and peregrine falcons occasionally flew over the community, but the birds could only track specific targets or monitor for "extra people." They couldn't distinguish between the indigenous residents walking around normally in the community.
Even a small community couldn't be monitored by the sight of a few people. Now that both residential areas had been searched, not to mention finding the murderer, they hadn't even encountered a few unregistered community residents—or perhaps they had, but they could only strictly compare the number of people and names when confirming residents house by house. It was still difficult to distinguish unfamiliar faces when they mingled elsewhere.
In short, it was likely that those community "ward chiefs" responsible for leading the way and translating were playing tricks like "deceiving the heavens" or "secretly transporting troops."
Before the inspection team arrived, the news probably got there first. Those who shouldn't be seen would temporarily relocate with practiced ease, making everything seem "normal" during the inspection.
Unfortunately, daily life traces were still difficult to completely hide. For example, a family already lived in cramped quarters but still kept an extra one or two beds for visiting guests. Or, for example, the family had only a few members, but the clothes for washing and drying were of sizes that didn't match them.
The agents had received relevant training at the detective agency. They might not be able to see very detailed situations, but it wasn't difficult to distinguish whether a bed had been "idle for a long time" or "recently used frequently." Clothes were even better at "instant lie detection."
It had been said that the detective agency wouldn't interfere with their extra hidden kinsmen, but these community "ward chiefs" obviously didn't believe it…
Now that they were concealing things, there were obviously many places in the community to hide people. Who knew where the wanted small-time boss was hiding, or whether he was also being deliberately "deceived" by the kinsmen.
Wayne recalled slightly and suddenly felt that what a factory manager said this morning was right. These indigenous people were indeed difficult to manage, not only banding together but also having many "schemes" in their hearts.
Understandable, but not happy.
…
As night fell, the few white faces in the community almost completely disappeared.
It wasn't that "people were gone," simply that they had "gone home from work." Except for some who were responsible for shift management in the police station, schools, and hospitals, the real bosses had already finished work and closed shop, and those still working no longer went out.
Anyway, the night was still long. Later, he could meet with Ineza and the others. If that didn't work, Wayne felt that the Ollie from today seemed not bad. It was also a way to get a few "informants" from the indigenous people first.
If they couldn't catch anyone for a while, the community could simply be sealed off for a few more days. Anyway, the indigenous people didn't need to leave the community for work, and familiar white-skinned workers wouldn't be stopped when entering and exiting.
Ineza and the others had also received the cathedral warrant brought by Doug. According to the plan, they would conduct random checks on the carriages "going out" outside. Unless there was a long enough tunnel here, Wayne wasn't really worried that the guy could escape.
There were still some streetlights in the community, but the indigenous people didn't know what news they had received. They seemed to be avoiding the group a little at this moment.
It made the community feel like it was haunted. It seemed like there was no one anywhere, but you could always feel peeking eyes in the dark, or see a figure on the road that disappeared when you looked again.
Lina, who was next to him, immediately got excited when she heard about "frying fish":
"Why don't we just kidnap his family? Or like this, let's set his house on fire first, and then drag his brother's family to the community square. If he doesn't come out every half day, we'll deal with one. If he doesn't come out in two days, we'll burn them all."
"…"
Wayne was a little speechless. If he ever fell into hesitation in the future, thinking about whether to do something bad that would disrupt order for his own benefit,
It seemed that it was not only inappropriate to discuss it with Ineza, but also not suitable to discuss it with Lina…
Otherwise, if the little devil in his heart said, "Let's secretly do something bad," then Lina would say, "Okay, okay, okay."
Not to mention dissuading him, it felt like she wouldn't hesitate at all…
Wayne's voice seemed a little weak, "Kidnapping other people's families to threaten them is something that will be publicly condemned by civilized society… I don't care about the reputation, but the detective agency has to continue operating."
"That's simple. I'll have Peter bite them quietly. We don't have to really kill them, just pretend. Anyway, it's acting. When the truth is revealed, maybe others will praise you for being wise in the newspapers."
"Hmm… that's also a way. Do you have any other ideas?"
"I guess there should be a place like a simple shrine in this community—at least it would be more secretive than that basement. It seems that the extraordinary power there is too weak, and it is also possible that the key items have been transferred away—if we can find that place, and then threaten to blow it up…"
Damn, Lina, you really are a pretty girl who raises spiders and crows to play with. If you were in the Middle Ages, if the Holy See didn't arrest you as a witch and burn you, then they were simply incompetent.
This trick is indeed a bit powerful after careful thought. Originally, other beliefs were not allowed to exist in the community. Even if it was really blown up, with the Holy Spirit Church suppressing it, no one would dare to publicly pursue or make trouble because of it. If the community "ward chiefs" didn't want the "temple" to be destroyed, they would have to cooperate to find the bad guy.
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Unless in the eyes of these people, the escaped small-time boss is more valuable than the "temple," otherwise this is simply a conspiracy.
This woman is terrifyingly powerful.
My idol baggage is still a bit too heavy.
Wayne had already figured out the key to it before Lina finished speaking, which made him worry whether he would be burned along with her if he traveled to the Middle Ages.
Then Wayne noticed that Lina's words actually "stopped abruptly." Following her gaze, he saw two people standing silently in the distance at this moment, seemingly unwilling to avoid them, in a "bad intentions" posture.
Opening the minimalist line of sight, around two, four, seven, nine, ten, each seems to be wearing a mask, with "mosaic" on their faces.
Hey,
I didn't expect that the fish didn't even need to be fried, and they had already jumped out themselves.
