The story of the brain-eating monster is about a kind of mountain monkey. It is agile, vicious and cunning. It can even bite a tiger's head and eat its brain with one claw. It has caused countless victims throughout history.
There is also a kind of lizard that can breathe fire, called the poisonous salamander. It is said that it lives underground all year round and becomes deformed after swallowing the energy of magma. It is a close relative of the salamander of the red soil plains.
Turning to the middle, Marseille saw a snake.
One good thing about this book is that each introduction is accompanied by a picture. Although it is just a pen line drawing, the painting is excellent and can vividly show the brutal habits of various monsters.
It was also because of this good display that Marseille got goose bumps when he saw the image of the snake.
It was a big snake, or it could be described as a "python".
It is normal for snakes to have stripes on their bodies, but the stripes on this snake's body are made up of pieces of human skin.
Various kinds of human skins and faces are sewn together like a puzzle and stretched tight on the surface of its body. Around the picture, there is a group of people dressed as indigenous people kneeling and worshiping it, exuding an extremely cold and weird atmosphere.
For a moment, Marseille recalled his adulthood.
That was a long, long time ago, when he, Frick, Harrison, Josie and others were all apprentices in the same class. During a field trial, they were ordered to rescue a missing student.
Frick's command was flawless, and Josie's tracking skills had become very strong since then, and they soon found each other. It was under a waterfall, and the knight student was sitting by the pool meditating, with a circle of insects and animals kneeling around him.
Tiger, deer, fox, dog, rabbit, and rat.
Bees, mosquitoes, flies, ants, worms, and butterflies.
All kinds of familiar and unfamiliar ones... They couldn't tell how many kinds there were, nor could they tell the exact number. They only remembered that the student was sitting by the pond like a god on earth, with his eyes closed and a faint golden light emanating from his body.
They discussed it afterwards and thought it might just be some kind of coincidence.
For example, it is normal for animals to gather around a pool of water to drink water, and the golden light is just the refraction of sunlight on the waterfall and the pool.
But Marseille doesn't think so.
He believed more in his intuition. He felt that it was not a coincidence. There must be something wrong with the knight trainee. His abilities might be beyond everyone's common sense and imagination.
I just don't know why Commander Red didn't allow him to pursue the matter, and that student is still being misunderstood by the world to this day.
"what!"
Someone yelled in his ear.
Marseille closed the book and threw it towards that direction, but missed and the sofa under his butt was pulled away.
He rolled on the ground for a while, and when he saw that the person coming was an enemy, he stood up with a red face: "Qiao Xi - you want to fight?"
"I'm just reminding you not to let your guard down."
Qiao Xi was playing with a bottle of potion in her hand. Seeing him about to rush over in anger, she waved her hand and threw the potion at him.
"you--"
Marseille wanted to block the potion, but when he saw that it was red, he seemed to remember something, his face changed, and he quickly grabbed the thing.
Looking closely, it is indeed the Boiling Blood Potion.
He frowned and looked over: "What do you want to do with this?"
"We don't have any use for it anyway." Harrison also came out and threw him a bottle of potion.
"Take it. Maybe this will help you realize that we are not your enemies."
"Nonsense!" Marseille took the second bottle, "I never considered you as enemies!"
It's just a small internal disagreement, he's not stupid enough to do that!
This is the Boiling Blood Potion...
My heartbeat became uncontrollably intense.
Although the medicine is already in mass production, even for gold, the amount of medicine that can be distributed each year is very limited.
Sometimes you may not be able to get a bottle in a month, you have to exchange it with merits or flint powder above the silver level. This is naturally an extremely precious thing, and Marseille must treat it with caution.
But he soon realized that something was fishy.
These two people... As ascetics, they do not use the Boiling Blood Potion, but that doesn't mean the potion has no value to them.
They can sell it or exchange it for something they want. If nothing works, giving it to a subordinate as a reward is also great. Why did they suddenly give it to me?
"You're not hopelessly stupid."
Seeing that he quickly showed a suspicious expression, Josie laughed.
"That's right, dear Marseille. I give you these because you will need them tonight. Go back and pack them. We will be downstairs in a minute."
"What happened?" Marseille's face changed again.
They are gold.
What is the problem that 200 Silvers cannot solve, and even requires the intervention of three Golds?
"Belmullen..." Harrison murmured.
"Belmaron what?"
"That's right." The former sighed, "We just received news that Belmaren left the airport alone and went directly to the headquarters church in Xixinna."
"That's no problem. It's basically the only place he can go if he's not with us."
"That's fine...but the problem is that he didn't find the district chief there. He believed that District Chief Dicket didn't die of natural causes, so he identified the Flint Knights who prevented him from exploring the coffin as apostates and beat them up."
What kind of bizarre situation is this?
Ma Sai was stunned: "Didn't anyone stop him?"
"He's wearing power armor. Do you expect Xixinna's little silver to suppress him?"
"What are you talking about! Get down now!"
Marseille finally understood why these two people gave him the potion.
So you expect me to take the lead?
Wait…I have to play against Belmullen tonight?
Just when some people were dizzy and some places were in a mess. In the bedroom upstairs, Xia Yibing leaned on the balcony railing and enjoyed the night breeze.
"Is this the hound you were talking about?"
Her keen hearing allowed her to vaguely make out what was being shouted downstairs. Then she turned around to look at the girl who was sleeping soundly on the big bed. Xia Yibing really felt that it was reassuring to have someone like her in control of the situation.
slam-la-
There was the sound of flapping wings.
Looking up, it was a night falcon.
Reaching out her hand and letting the nighthawk rest on her arm, the woman removed the paper tube from its feet.
She knew where this person was from.
Unfold the letter and look at the signature before reading the content.
Sure enough, it was the familiar "Matt Shearley".
Chapter 17: Night Raid (Two in One)
Matt Sheary.
The last time they saw this name was not long ago, at the Northern Legion's headquarters, sitting in the office and reading the case files that Alwin had given them.
It was this person who wrote down the detailed account of the "Manion Siren Case", including the specific circumstances, the scope and number of people implicated. After writing everything, he signed his name at the end like his predecessors, almost frantically signing the name.
It didn't matter. Xia Yibing had already preconceived that this was a fake name. She read the contents of the letter and confirmed that the leader of the Nightingales - at least the leader of the Nightingales in the Xixinna Parish - had asked her to meet in the lounge downstairs.
[Be prepared before you come back.] The other party cautiously reminded at the end, [There is something wrong with this place. Many people have disappeared in the building where you live recently.]
Aren’t we living in the administrative center of the entire parish?
Xia Yibing reacted quickly and was a little skeptical about Xi Lai's warning.
How could so many people go missing from the government service center? And Haydn didn't even mention this when we were talking in the restaurant in the afternoon.
Wait... there must be a reason why Haydn was so afraid of Lieutenant Colonel Cab. He was obviously the local administrator, and the army was nominally just his subordinate agency... and it took a process for Lieutenant Colonel Cab to come to power, and Haydn must have resisted in the beginning.
Could it be that "many people disappeared in the government affairs center" was the result of his resistance? Was he just afraid, so he no longer dared to confront Kabu?
Xia Yibing thought this was very possible, and she was happy to leave the army in the barracks to guard it. Because in this way, at least Lieutenant Colonel Kabu would not be able to do anything with the 2000 troops, and the 2000 people would be suppressed by more than 3000 people in the east of the city and dare not move rashly.
Then she had nothing to worry about, and after checking her holster, she planned to go downstairs.
But before leaving, she looked back at the bed.
Hitzfeld lay on his side on the pillow, breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.
"Can I trust you?" The woman spoke slowly to the shadow in the corner.
"No matter what happens," someone in the shadows replied, "even if the evil god descends, I can at least protect Your Highness for five minutes."
Five minutes, that is 300 seconds. This time is a bit long, to be honest, Xia Yibing didn't quite believe it.
But the round trip would take her less than five minutes, so after thinking it over, she decided to keep the appointment. Before leaving, she took away the eye mask that the girl had placed on the bedside.
This road is indeed not long.
After going down two floors to the middle platform and walking through a corridor of more than ten meters, the view in front of me suddenly opened up.
Green carpet, mural sofa and fireplace, this place should be the lounge mentioned by the other party.
This was exactly where Marseille had been reading before. The overturned sofa had been straightened up. A short-haired man in a black suit and a black leather coat was sitting there with a cigarette in his mouth. He was reading the book "Illustrated Guide of Mysterious Mountain Trolls from Ancient and Modern Times" in his hand, absorbed in his studies.
"Matt Xilai?" Xia Yibing spoke, and at the same time, her left hand quietly reached to her waist and grasped the handle of the gun.
"It's me." The man raised his head with a half-frowned brow, revealing three deep forehead wrinkles. "You came quite quickly... Wait, who are you?"
If I remember correctly, the information said "The shorter gray-haired girl with an eyepatch is Aisun Hitzfeld, and the taller one with black hair is the director of security."
And the woman in front of him... She was definitely tall, but she had long silver-gray hair and an eyepatch on her left eye.
wig?
Is this a disguise?
After a little thought, the man understood the other party's intention. He couldn't help but grin at her: "Very smart move, it seems that the rumors are not true."
"Isn't it the same for you?" Xia Yibing's eyes fell on his neck. Although she couldn't tell without a close look, she had many years of experience, so she naturally noticed at a glance that there was a slight difference in skin color there.
This meant that the other party had put something on his face. Whether it was simulated human skin or some other kind of makeup paint, the face facing her at this moment was definitely not his real face.
You are very cautious, Nightingale.
This is the level of accomplishment required when meeting with special envoys from the kingdom. Xia Yibing didn't know whether to praise them for their high professionalism or to praise Xixinna for being so knowledgeable.
After they looked at each other, the man put the book on the tea table and got straight to the point.
"There is new intelligence," he said. "We have basically found out that the place where the bronze statue is placed is Fran Middle School. If you collect all the names of the missing persons, you will find that they all have intersections with Fran Middle School."
"What kind of intersection?"
"They have all been there recently," the man said. "Some are going to school, others are picking up their kids, and some are going to adult school. There are also people selling books and setting up stalls... there are all kinds of people."
"Of course, this is not easy to investigate... It's easy to check the identity, but it's normal for the local police to not be able to find out the movement trajectory. But we specialize in this kind of thing, and this is one of the progress we have made in the past few days."
"One? What about the other part?" Xia Yibing was curious.
"This is the main reason why I came to see you." The man's face became serious, "Xixinna is in danger now!"
"How dangerous."
"It's as dangerous as it can be!" The man patted the table lightly and continued to explain: "The information we sent to Wayne at the beginning was not comprehensive... After our detailed investigation during this period of time, the missing cases related to those skeletons may have occurred several years ago!"
"This case happened several years ago, and you guys are guarding here, but you didn't notice anything?"
"You have to understand where this is, Sheriff." The man laughed. "This is Xixinna! It is the largest and most spectacular black market for human beings in Sara! Do you know that more than 10,000 slaves circulate here every month? Either they are brought in or they go out... In this case, tell me how to investigate the missing cases. How can we confirm that the missing people did not disappear on their own, huh?"
"If you really want to investigate, I believe you can always find a way." Xia Yibing commented indifferently.
"Indeed." The man accepted the "praise" without any modesty.
"But there is a premise, which is that we really know that those cases are extraordinary."
There is nothing wrong with Nightingale having the ability to investigate missing persons.
However, with such a dramatic population movement trend, there are estimated to be more than a dozen missing persons reported every day due to escaped slaves. Even the Gray Police are overwhelmed with work, and the number of Nightingales is definitely not as large as the police system, so it is impossible to expect them to waste their energy on this.
That's why they didn't care about these disappearances before - because there were too many! People disappeared every day! This is normal in Xixinna!
