Young Agent: Σ(OaO)
Then he watched Daryl twist the twist back little by little, straightening it out again with a strength and technique that he couldn't understand.
The young man immediately showed an awkward but polite smile: "...Then I think there is no need to worry about this problem at all. Goodbye, Earl, and thank you again... again for all your efforts."
Only after he left did Hitzfeld sit down and begin to unpack the things he had brought.
She knew at first glance that it was not something important, but the accumulated remuneration for her work from being out at sea for so long.
Yes, remuneration - don't forget that she also has a part-time job in the Dream Corridor. Although she herself feels that this part-time job is a bit irresponsible, since Dream City has opened a new subject for her, and even the textbooks of the new subject were written with her help, as long as they are still using these things, she should be paid corresponding remuneration every month and every week.
The reward was not much, and the weekly salary was doubled compared to before. This amount of money was nothing compared to her current wealth, and the bonus money was 2 Sera gold coins. In comparison, it was not worth mentioning.
But it was the attitude—the attitude that showed she was still remembered, and appreciated.
Attitude is of course very important, even though Hitzfeld didn't actually expect these things... because everything she has done so far, apart from the very false and empty reasons such as "dedication and sacrifice", is more for revenge for her wife.
Now, we have added what we have seen and heard along the way, the history that would have been sealed without the eyes of God, and the martyrs who struggled in the abyss.
Without her, they would not only be forgotten, but their innocence and loyalty would be questioned.
She believes that all these efforts should not be in vain, and she can inherit this will and do better.
So...it was precisely because she had no expectations that she felt so surprised when she discovered this.
While I am working towards those goals, there are people... there are a lot of people... who are influenced by me and remember it deeply and are grateful for what I have done.
Hitzfeld didn't want to say that - it would make her feel a little too snobbish, but she was indeed very happy, even happier than when she accepted the royal award and even happier than when Alwin gave her the money.
"You're so easy to deal with..."
Ms. Yussiryan commented on this: "What's the point of this little fame? I never care what other people think of me."
"Then why are we working so hard?" Hitzfeld retorted. "Just like the case I told you about before... the collapse of Bartlett Beach, when social trends are not guided correctly - it may not necessarily lead to any bad results immediately, but the bad consequences, the fruits of indulgence will eventually come back to us, and we will have to bear all the costs together. And what makes me happy now is that I am convinced that what we are doing is right. It is an affirmation of all our efforts. Isn't it worth being happy?"
"I don't want to hear any preaching!" The Blood Crystal Crow flapped its wings and flew back.
"Get out of the house quickly!"
"It's so boring to stay at home all the time!"
It was indeed time for Hitzfeld to go out.
The Secret Keeper Ceremony, the Improvement of the Mechanical Yang, the Theft of Jewels... she had to take care of several things.
Considering that the weather had been getting colder recently, she changed into a thicker pair of dark brown pantyhose, packed all the necessary items, and locked the door and went downstairs with Daryl.
If it weren't for those "royalties" reminders, she originally planned to go directly to the White Shadow Palace to find Alvin.
But now that she had been reminded, she planned to go to the Dream Corridor first.
Chapter 49: Another Reason
Following the old road to the Security Bureau's underground headquarters, Hitzfeld muttered to himself that the place didn't seem to have changed much.
Xia seemed to have said at some point that because the location of the underground headquarters was exposed due to the rebellion of the old royal party, they wanted to move and find a new place to set up the headquarters.
But now it seems that nothing has changed here, from the gate to the internal inspection is still so strict. After going downstairs, you can still see groups of agents and clerks running back and forth.
The only difference was that last time she came, most people ignored her, but this time everyone smiled, bowed, and took off their hats to show their respect to her.
...It would have been better if their laughs hadn't been so weird.
Hitzfeld was indeed a person who was good at observing people's words and expressions, especially at understanding people's hearts. She quickly realized that this was probably due to Xia Yibing's multiple hints. Now all the Shadow Lions knew that she was their director's secret lover.
Oh, it wasn't even a secret anymore. It was a secret only if no one knew about it. They were almost in an open relationship now.
It was a rare opportunity that she met Zafira here.
The silver-haired young man still wore glasses, and he looked much more haggard than he was half a year ago. When Hitzfell asked the reason, Zafira said bluntly that it was all "thanks to her."
"Your contribution to social peace and stability as well as economic development is unquestionable." Zafira looked down at the application she filled out, "But you have to know that there are also some people, like me, who need to be responsible for the consequences of this series of 'achievements'."
"If you mean the surge in conflicts and violence during this period, then I apologize." Hitzfeld deliberately said something sarcastic to provoke him, "But are you willing to accept this? My impression of Zafira is not someone who is content with pleasure..."
“Alright, alright—” Zafira raised his hands in surrender. “The boss said so and you said so too! You two are worthy of sleeping in the same bed... Stop provoking me, okay? I didn’t say I didn’t want to do it, did I?”
coming.
Hitzfeld tried hard not to let his cheeks heat up.
After a brief greeting, the topic began to escalate further.
"Don't feel uncomfortable." Zafira comforted her while stamping her application. "The director is a human being, you are a human being, and we are all human beings... How can a human being not have certain needs? Whether it is a psychological or physiological level, to put it bluntly, everything is for the stability of the psychological model. This is nothing. There are more extreme examples everywhere."
"……Really?"
"Why would I lie to you? Let's take Villefort as an example. You must have heard of some of his scandals... I can guarantee you that—"
At this point, Zafira looked around, stood up and came over to her and whispered, "Those people are talking too lightly..."
What's the meaning.
Hitzfeld's brain rarely shut down.
What does 'all too light' mean?
According to her impression, the rumors about Villefort's personal love history have always been focused on discussing how many children he has.
Some said it was just one, others said two or three. She had originally thought it was an exaggeration, but now Zafira was telling her that all these predictions were "too light"?
"I helped him deal with some messes." Zafira winked at her. "Let me put it this way... at least six... of course most of them didn't stick to him, and the truth is not that he was immoral as those people fabricated, but that those women couldn't leave him."
"It may be a bit disrespectful for me to say this, but you should understand." He added, "It is their luck to meet him in this era."
"I understand." Hitzfeld didn't dare to discuss it with him any further. He took the stamped form and left quickly.
"That's right!" Zafira shouted to her back.
"I forgot to tell you, the boss just went downstairs!"
Xia is here too?
Hitzfeld paused, then quickly figured it out: Xia Yibing was most likely here to ask Pusians to prepare a new medicine.
That is the kind of drug that can enter a person's dream, torture him or her, and obtain a true confession.
For example, powerful developers, powerful hypnotic agents and the like.
The need to use such drugs shows that she is not handling the case smoothly.
With this thought in mind, she and Daryl went down to the bottom floor of the Dream Corridor, walked through the familiar corridor tunnel, and knocked on the closed door at the end.
"Come in."
The familiar and hoarse voice sounds inexplicably soothing.
I walked in directly, and as expected, I saw Xia Yibing with a peaked cap on his head and his butt resting on the table in a very personal style.
Pusain was still dressed in a cloak, her desk was filled with bottles and jars, and she seemed to be concentrating on mixing potion.
"Aisun?" Xia Yibing was surprised to see her. "How did you know I was here?"
"I'm not here to find you."
Hitzfeld briefly explained the matter of the manuscript fee, and the woman nodded: "Is this so... You want to go to Dream City first? And then go to White Shadow Palace?"
"Yes."
To improve the mechanical Yang, Daryl is needed, but Daryl refuses to leave her side, so she has to go with her, and she can also study the Keeper's Ceremony at the same time.
The girl also asked the headquarters about this. The answer she got was: This place is too critical after all.
The ground of Wayne Port is important, and the underground is even more important. Not to mention that there is a secret passage leading directly to the royal garden. If they move away, someone will sneak in when the defense is weak. Even if they seal the secret passage in advance, they will not be able to withstand the damage caused by the other party.
It's very simple. Just get some explosives to collapse the space and bury several blocks.
Therefore, evacuation is impossible, and they can only set up another ground headquarters, with communication between the two sides, and each side acting as the other's backup.
"How's the case going?"
Looking at Prisma's actions, Hitzfeld asked in a low voice.
"That's it." Xia Yibing fiddled with her knuckles in boredom. "Gritzer didn't wake up yet, but Charlie knew so much. He dragged a group of people out of the corner tower. Their confessions were all messed up, and some of them were scared to death."
"What about the investigation of the nobles?"
"I've asked my deputy to check... Oh, you may not know him. I brought him up from Dongquan Island. He's trustworthy and quite efficient."
Investigations take time and it is obviously impossible to get results so quickly.
So Xia Yibing walked around and was surprised to find that she had nothing to do. Considering that she might need to use tough measures to obtain intelligence if she caught someone again, she rushed here and used her position authority to ask the Dream Corridor to provide medicine.
After all, these are controlled drugs.
It's just her. If someone else came and asked for it directly, Pusiangsi would not even give a shit.
"I think this case will probably go back to where it started," Hitzfeld said, "and that's by tracing back to the stolen jewelry and then targeting the Savior."
At this time, Ms. Yusilian would shut up and rest, as she said, she didn't care about such a small case at all.
"I just can't understand what you're saying." Xia Yibing frowned. "According to Charlie's description, this organization should be quite large, and they have extraordinary people. So how could they be so poor that they need to steal jewels to survive?"
She had also heard what Yusilian said. The Blood Crystal Crow said that the secret of the crown could not be easily discovered.
"How long has it been since it was stolen? Half a month? To be honest, even if we don't count the potential for head explosion, it would take at least a dozen years for a mortal to analyze this thing!"
...her exact words were these.
So this is why Xia Yibing is confused: If the other party didn’t steal for the crown, then it was just for money?
They have extraordinary people. It's too miserable no matter how you look at it that for an extraordinary person to end up like this.
"You're not thinking clearly." Hitzfeld corrected her, "It's simple... because the extraordinary people they have are not convenient to show up."
"You mean?"
"identity."
Hitzfeld further clarified the topic: "Since you have begun to suspect that there are noble ministers supporting these people, why don't you further associate these noble ministers with the extraordinary people who lead them?"
"The unregistered kind?" Xia Yibing's face began to change.
Indeed, if one thinks this way, it is naturally impossible for the other party to lower himself and accept commissions to make money according to the rules of the extraordinary people.
Moreover, he certainly did not dare, or perhaps did not have the ability, to call on various resources that were readily available. From this, we can further assume that if he was a noble, he would either be just a minor official, or he had an obscure status at home and the resources at his disposal were very limited.
"It's because Amera died."
At the end, Xia Yibing began to feel regretful again.
"The original leader of Charlie's group, the leader of the Xinhuo Gang... The extraordinary person Charlie often came into contact with was this person. He had a big secret, but unfortunately everything was lost with his death."
As she was talking, she fell silent.
Because she discovered that Hitzfeld was looking at her with a very special expression.
"…Aisun?"
"That Amura." Hitzfeld took a breath. "Has his body been identified?"
"Confirmed, Charlie confirmed it himself." Xia Yibing nodded, "Almost all of his limbs were removed... He had tattoos, so his body was very easy to identify."
"But you didn't find his head."
This was already an affirmative tone... The woman was puzzled, but still nodded: "That's right, it was probably smashed... How did you know?"
"Is his figure thin or even slender?"
"Yes."
"There were tissues left at the scene that were clearly his remains."
"Yes."
"And the witness statements we've seen of the perpetrator indicate that he was a particularly muscular man."
"……Yes."
At this point, Xia Yibing also reacted.
"Aisun, what do you mean--"
"Ah."
Hitzfeld turned his head to look at the steaming liquid rolling in the container and gently nodded his delicate chin.
