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That night.
Strictly speaking, 18:56.
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing appeared one after another at the Caishikou near Anmei Street.
Both of them were disguised. Xia Yibing changed into long pants, put on a hat, and a thick coat. If you didn't look closely, you would find that he was a thin man.
Hitzfeld used ash powder to paint his skin darker, wore an old dress he had exchanged from a vegetable farmer's daughter, and for the first time ever, he was not wearing socks. He was selling a box of vegetable cakes on the street.
She felt that she was pretending to be very convincing.
The braids were undone, the hair was messy, the left eye that was not wearing an eyepatch was covered tightly by dirty hair... and a lace hoop was put on to cover the collar.
It's just a little too cold...
Damn, it turns out that a pair of stockings is so expensive for poor children...
It seems that I can take care of that business more in the future.
Hitzfeld was trembling as he walked, and he really looked like a lonely cake-selling girl.
There were even people who felt sorry for her and stopped to buy her vegetable cakes.
Ok.
They...this behavior can't be considered fishing.
It's just that the dispute between Karl and Nanxinze over the local defense system will not be resolved until at least tomorrow, and they can't wait, so they have to do it themselves.
The goal is to... catch people.
The reason for doing this is to avoid alerting the enemy.
Casimir provided a list of names and corresponding portraits.
In addition, she had determined the residential area, so she believed that she would gain something tonight.
Chapter 50 Oil Painting
Gradually, the sky became completely dark.
Most people had gone home, and the streets were extremely deserted. Hitzfeld felt his legs getting colder and colder.
She suddenly felt as if she had completely lost any of her original male consciousness, and she even began to instinctively complain that the technological level of Changxia's world was not advanced enough to develop invisible stockings.
But she soon discovered that her bad luck was not over yet.
Because in addition to the damp and cold night wind, it soon started to rain.
Hitzfeld found an opportunity and ate the only remaining unsold vegetable cake in one gulp. He then ran down the street holding the box of vegetable cake above his head and hid under the eaves of a house on the street to avoid the wind and rain.
She could only operate these with one hand, and had to use the other hand to hold her skirt tightly to prevent it from being blown over by the strong wind.
"Why don't we just end it?" A low voice sounded beside him.
Hitzfeld looked up and saw Xia Yibing with her hat brim pulled down.
She, on the other hand, was wearing many thick clothes and had a cigarette dangling from her lips - of course she didn't smoke, she was just pretending.
"It's rare to see you in such a mess." Xia Yibing took out a wallet from her pocket, took out a few 11-denomination Goli bills and handed them to her, "Pretend to be the girl who will go home with me. There's no rush to investigate."
"Casimir has already alerted them." Hitzfeld's face darkened, and he did not take the money from her. "It is possible that some people have already packed up and are preparing to flee. Considering that some of them still have to deal with work issues... For example, in order not to attract other people's attention, they have to make up a reasonable excuse to leave... One day is the maximum time I estimated."
"But the fact is that there is no harvest. You have been wandering around here for so long and you haven't found anyone who fits the portrait, right?"
As she spoke, Xia Yibing turned her head and saw a homeless man with a rag bag on his back walking towards her a few meters away.
She raised her eyebrows, put the Goli banknotes back, and took out a rare dark gold banknote and handed it to the girl.
The homeless man widened his eyes in surprise, not daring to look any further, and lowered his head and ran over quickly.
"...Do you think this is funny?" After the man left, Hitzfeld asked her unhappily. She really felt that Xia Yibing had a tendency to act like a dramatic character. "We are doing serious work, please stop fooling around, okay?"
"Isn't this part of the business?" Xia Yibing didn't care that she was glaring at him. She looked around to see that there was no one on the street. She lifted her skirt, stuffed the bill into her leggings, grabbed her and walked into the alley.
"Don't struggle." Just as Hitzfeld was about to break free from her, the woman leaned close to her and whispered.
"Your current persona is that of a poor girl coerced by a rich young man. Your family needs the money, and struggling too hard will arouse suspicion."
"That's why you suggested I dress like this... isn't it?"
Hitzfeld could even hear how gritted her teeth were in her voice, but she was still not satisfied after she finished speaking, so she reached into the woman's open collar, pinched a piece of flesh and twisted it hard.
"..." Xia Yibing's body stiffened, but her expression remained unchanged.
"This is... the wisest choice..." She squeezed out a voice from between her teeth, "How long have you just woken up... I don't want to... freeze you..."
This night rain was not in the plan. And the rain was getting heavier. At least I had a hat and a coat, but Hitzfeld——
She couldn't help but glance down at the girl.
His silver-gray hair was all wet and stuck together, especially his bangs, which were curled and stuck to his face, dripping with water.
so white……
The dust she had smeared on was also washed off...
It really looks like... I want to bully you.
But she didn't dare to go too far, so she just took advantage of this reasonable opportunity to have fun.
However, what caught Xia Yibing off guard was that the girl in her eyes actually came over and hugged her, and even hugged her like purple potato pudding.
"!?"
Xia Yibing was in shock and couldn't extricate herself.
"Don't make a sound." The girl whispered in her ear, and the air spurts made her ears itchy, "That homeless man... hurry up, pretend to be like you are in Purple Sweet Potato Pudding..."
It turned out to be the case.
Glancing at a shadow moving stealthily in front of her on the left, Xia Yibing understood what was going on and quickly immersed herself in the role.
I am definitely disappointed, but there aren't many opportunities to do this to her openly...
So we still have to cherish it.
and.
She turned around and completely blocked Hitzfeld with her back.
Don't let others take advantage of you.
The woman thought she had made the purple sweet potato pudding, and then she put more purple sweet potato pudding on her hand and put some force into it.
"babble……!"
A scream came from my arms.
Then a disheveled face turned up and glared at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Didn't you make me purple potato pudding?"
Looks innocent.
There was a hint of shame and anger in this embarrassment.
So cute...
Xia Yibing's eyes were a little blurry.
She suddenly hoped that the rain would continue to fall, and that this scene would never end...
Hitzfeld glared at her fiercely, then saw through the gap in her arm... the man dressed as a homeless man staring at them cautiously and running past quickly with his bag on his back.
"Follow him!"
"quick!"
Pushing the woman away, Hitzfeld lifted his skirt, pulled out a bright silver revolver from the inside of his leggings, and quickly trotted after him.
Now that her value was gone, Xia Yibing was stunned for a moment, then she perked up and sped up to catch up.
The homeless man's face had just been revealed, and none of the portraits matched...
she thought to herself.
Can the disguise be maintained in this heavy rain?
No wonder these people were able to bypass the observers and run out in the middle of the night to exchange fruits.
The two followed the homeless man for three streets, until Hitzfeld's legs were shaking from the cold, before they finally saw him turn into another alley.
The two chased to within five meters, using the corner of the wall as cover, and could even hear each other's heavy breathing.
"Click——"
The sound of a key inserting into a lock.
"crunch-"
The sound of a door being opened.
The tramp's footsteps and breathing gradually faded away. Hitzfeld waited for a while, then stuck the gun barrel out a little, using its smooth silver metal surface as a mirror to roughly confirm that there was indeed no one at the door of the house.
They rushed out immediately and looked at the situation.
This should be the back door of the house. The front door obviously couldn't be in a dirty alley.
The opened door was meters above the ground, with four steps leading down, on which were placed the pockets that the homeless man had been carrying.
boom--
Lightning illuminated her face.
A burst of muffled thunder rolled across the night sky.
After glancing at Xia Yibing, the woman nodded at her and aimed her gun at the dark doorway.
Hitzfeld immediately jumped up and opened the bag, and the first thing he saw was an oil painting.
With the help of the faint light of lightning, she could roughly see the content of the picture.
The tone of this painting is very dark.
In the center of the picture is a little girl who is curled up with her head down and her knees hugged. She is surrounded by many farmers, policemen, soldiers, and knights, and everyone has a terrified expression on their face.
The girl's hair is very long.
They hang down to the ground and spread out, looking like the roots of a tree.
What is this painting...
Out of habit, Hitzfeld glanced at the four corners of the picture, trying to see if there was any author's signature.
She really found it.
There was a name outlined in black pen in the lower left corner.
She examined it carefully.
"Blake... Sirloin."
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Chapter 51: Demonic Shadow
The painting gave Hitzfeld a strange feeling.
