While several people were discussing this, Hitzfeld had already ordered breakfast at "Boll's Bakery".
After queuing up, paying, and letting the boss Joe Ball wrap a large piece of freshly baked frosted bread and hand it to him with a smile, Hitzfeld rarely smiled.
"Thank you very much, Uncle Pol."
"You're welcome." Joe Ball raised his eyebrows. "If you can come to my place for breakfast every day, you don't even have to pay in the future."
"Still no, Uncle Pol."
Glancing at the young men nearby, Hitzfeld politely declined his suggestion, took the wrapped bread and walked out of the shop, taking small bites of it while looking at the scenery on the street.
Denton District is not considered an aristocratic district, but it is very close to it. Most of the people living here are senior employees and wealthy businessmen, so you don't see many people eating while walking like her.
As for Hitzfeld—she didn't walk very fast. She didn't have any destination anyway, she just walked around, hoping that this would broaden her horizons.
She gained a lot last night in Dream City.
But it cannot solve the two most fundamental problems at this stage, namely how to solve the ticket case and what Ferdinand is planning in secret.
The date with Xia Yibing - if it could be called a date - discussed three topics in total, namely "The Secret of Felton Castle", "Clues to the Ticket Case", and "Spirit Training".
There is no need to repeat the first one, the second one is actually...the two of them read the little notebook from beginning to end and made corresponding summaries.
Skip the investigation into antiques and focus on the autopsy reports of several victims.
All the bodies were killed by tickets, this is what they have in common.
But there are also differences. For example, the first victim, Count Igor, died of having his throat cut by the ball ticket, but the second victim was not only cut in the throat, but also had his stomach ripped open by the ball ticket.
As for the fourth victim, the poor Baron Brun, his entire skin was cut off by the tickets, making it look like a performance art.
What is most confusing and horrifying is that they most likely did all of this themselves.
At the time of the murder, the deceased was basically alone.
Each person's corresponding game tickets are strictly controlled by Shadow Lion - some are locked in password boxes, and some are simply torn up and burned.
But whatever precautions were taken, even when it came to Baron Brun, they decided to modify the plan so that he would always be "under the observation of no fewer than four persons at a time."
None of them worked...
The curse broke out late at night.
Just after the clock struck 12, the power went out in the bedroom for 13 seconds.
The light returned 13 seconds later, and Baron Brun was lying on the bed, his skin peeled off, holding the ticket that should have been burned.
Xia Yibing's comment on this is that this does not seem like a natural curse.
Because there were other people in the VIP box at the time, including guards and maids, but in the end only 13 VIPs were cursed.
"So she speculated that this was a man-made curse, in other words, murder..."
Stuffing the last piece of bread into his mouth, Hitzfeld stood on a small stone bridge over the Comb River and looked into the distance.
The Comb River is a river that runs through Wayne. At the intersection of the Denton District and the Punin District, it has a branch, which is divided into more than a dozen branches. When viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a comb, hence the name.
"There are still too few clues."
She lowered her head and sighed.
Currently, Shadow Lion has only researched a very advanced spirit control technique, but they have no idea how to crack it.
As for what kind of skills.
Xia Yibing didn't say anything, but Hitzfeld had already guessed it.
At that time, she was pulled into the dream world by the evil god in Blackwood City and met the residual spirit of Isaac Rhodes. The other party once thought that she was able to get there by using a technique called "spirit possession".
Poltergeist.
Appear spirit.
Possessed spirit.
Ethan once said that most extraordinary people can't even manifest their spirits. If possessing a spirit is a more powerful skill than manifesting one, then it can explain why so many people are helpless.
This also shows from the side that the person who is hiding behind the ticket curse has extremely profound spiritual attainments.
Maybe that's why Xia doesn't want me to get involved.
I haven't even crossed the threshold of becoming a true supernatural being, so it would be really difficult if I were targeted by the murderer.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but think of Xia Yibing's final instruction to her to do the spirit exercises.
The so-called practice is to try your best to control your thoughts and strive to make them affect objects in reality.
Beginners can start with simple gravel and paper and practice moving them with the Poltergeist.
This is not telekinesis - even if one can manifest the spirit, it has nothing to do with telekinesis. Being able to affect external objects is only a partial manifestation of the spirit.
But Hitzfeld herself knew that it was impossible for her to do it in a short period of time.
By now, she actually had some understanding of her own situation. She believed that the reason why she could not control her spiritual thoughts like a normal extraordinary person was closely related to her overly weak mental state.
A lot of her mental and physical energy was used up insomnia and her left eye.
It would be weird if a spirit at the level of a little squirrel could make a commotion.
"13 seconds..."
She leaned over the railing and stared at the flowing river.
"13 seconds... 13 people entangled by the curse..."
"Oenya Folland was sentenced to 13 years in prison. Is it a coincidence that these numbers are the same?"
no idea.
For a moment, she even wanted to find Ferdinand and talk it out - just ask him directly.
Chapter 31: Poison Letter
After taking a walk, she walked back quickly.
This was actually the suggestion on the health card - that card did not simply record the condition, but scored her daily mental, sleeping, eating, excretion, and exercise conditions respectively, and used the scores at different stages to compare and identify problems.
In theory, the health card recommended that she jog, but unfortunately there was no such thing as a sports vest in the long summer.
Unless it was necessary, Hitzfeld absolutely did not want to experience that kind of pulling feeling, so she chose to walk, and walk faster.
After returning home, she poured a large glass of water and drank it. While still exercising, she recorded her heart rate and some other conditions, turning them into numbers and writing them down in a small notebook.
With that, we are almost done with this week’s health cards.
With a smile of accomplishment, Hitzfeld turned to the first few pages of the notebook and wanted to compare the data with the previous health cards.
She made two cards in total, one for the week of intensive study, and the other for the previous week after her schedule had stabilized.
If nothing unexpected happens, the data of the second card will be much better than the first one.
This is her normal data.
Once confirmed, she can use this data as a basis to compare future cards and always pay attention to her health status.
Turning to the page where the first card was located, Hitzfeld looked at it and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
The situation was somewhat different from what she had imagined.
In her estimation—even in the estimation of that mixed-haired loli Sixus—the data of the first card would be even worse.
No, it would be much worse.
But the current comparison results are completely different. Some data of the first card are lower, but the difference is very limited and is not widened by the second card at all.
This means...the week when I study hard is also considered my normal state?
Hitzfeld was a little confused.
She didn't understand why.
"bell--"
The doorbell rang.
Two long and one short sounds, this is the secret door signal that only Shadow Lion knows.
Walking over to open the door, Hitzfeld was slightly stunned.
Because she was not familiar with the person outside the door.
I have seen her before. She was another female agent, Tariq, whom I met in the Internal Audit Department.
He is tall, thin, has a flat chest, very white skin, a thin mouth, wears glasses, and has a naturally mean look.
"I'm here to bring you a letter."
Tariq stared at Hitzfeld with a smile.
"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?"
This smile made Hitzfeld feel as if he was looking at a black dragonfly with huge bubble eyes.
I endured the frustration and let the person in, poured two glasses of water, and as soon as I sat down, I heard Tariq's blunt complaint.
"Just water?"
The tall, thin woman crossed her legs, picked up the cup and looked at it.
"I prefer coffee. You don't know how to entertain people~"
"Where's the letter?" Hitzfeld asked her impatiently.
Not to mention that Tariq was so rude and disrespectful, just because she and Xia Yibing were competitors at work, Hitzfeld didn't want to be nice to her.
“Here…” Tariq pulled out a snow-white envelope from his inner pocket.
Hitzfeld reached for it, but she dodged it.
"Are you helping Xiasha investigate clues now?" Tariq suddenly leaned forward.
"But she doesn't seem to appreciate it and has been trying to prevent you from getting involved."
"This is none of your business!" Hitzfeld frowned at her, "What do you want to say?"
"What I mean is...I looked up some information about you and found out that you were a detective in Blackwood."
Tariq sat back and coughed lightly.
"You are capable of participating in this case, and your ideas are very flexible. You have given us a lot of inspiration in terms of direction..."
"'you'?"
"Yes, our new 10th team."
"I still don't understand what you mean."
"That's what I mean." Tariq laughed even more flamboyantly.
"Through your 'hint', we have basically locked down the possible murderer and made a major breakthrough in investigating the curse."
"So what kind of breakthrough is this?"
"You want to tell Xia Sha, right? It's useless. The report was submitted this morning. I'm not afraid of you snitching on me."
Hitzfeld finally understood.
The sending of the letter together was only incidental.
Tariq's real purpose was to disgust him.
Oh, I can't say that I disgust her. After all, she has no grudge against this place, and she has never denied her value in her words.
She wanted to disgust Xia and make him regret not paying attention to the role here.
As expected, Tariq then spoke a lot of things, all of which were the results of the Tenth Team’s investigation.
Hitzfeld summarized it into two main points.
①: They officially listed Nossa Ferdinand as a suspect.
②: They found out how the curse was first released. It was the electronic scoreboard inside the box (a very old-fashioned one), which inserted the image of the ticket in the middle of the flashing frequency band of the picture, and also inserted a black and white picture under each ticket image. These things are highly suspicious.
Because the screen was facing Count Igor.
It is likely that the Count was first infected in this way, and then the Count's blood was used to completely trigger the curse, allowing it to entangle the other 12 people.
