"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know."
"I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of you.
"I know."
"…We can definitely put you under house arrest!"
"Then try it."
Hitzfeld's tone was cold.
"See if I can get the secret out while under house arrest."
"you this--"
Alfred looked at her sneerfully.
He wanted to mock her for being completely clueless, but suddenly he remembered that he had witnessed with his own eyes just a few hours ago how she shot ten Slit-Mouth Wolves in the head one by one.
If Planck could only hold 10 bullets at most, he might not have had a chance to save the situation.
This ability is far beyond the scope of an "ordinary girl" and even some agents cannot do it.
And there is also the issue of the bullets Xia Yibing reported...
"I need to ask my superiors for instructions."
Alfred stood up.
"It won't take long. I'll give you an answer within half an hour."
After saying this, he took the holster from the back of the chair, picked up the painting from the corner of the table, and strode towards the door.
"Alfred."
Hitzfeld suddenly spoke up.
The old man stopped and looked back.
He thought she had changed her mind.
"Is such that……"
She glanced away.
"Is there a method among you Shadow Lions... or have you seen it somewhere..."
"What have you seen?"
"Have you seen... another letter hidden in the envelope?"
"You said this."
Alfred pouted slightly.
"It's just the basics of intelligence exchange. Any questions?"
"Thank you!"
Hitzfeld suddenly laughed brilliantly.
"I don't have a problem anymore."
"...Looking forward to seeing you again in half an hour."
Chapter 40 Deduction
In Hitzfeld's speculation, there are basically only two possibilities for Mrs. Gleeve to sit at home and create a letter sent from Port Wayne.
The first is that she really has friends in Wayneport.
The letter was sent to Port Wien, but was intercepted by the man before it reached 221 Iris Street. After opening the letter, he found a series of detailed requests from his wife, so he wrote a new letter and sent it back according to the requirements.
This letter was the reply she read, and it was because of this that Alfred and others who had been monitoring No. 221 were unaware of this matter.
But there is a major flaw here.
That is, if such a friend really existed, and if the letter was really sent back from the port of Wien, then the stamp on the ticket should be from the Wien South Railway Station.
Since Hitzfeld had discovered this loophole, she was more inclined to believe in the second possibility - that the letter she had sent out personally from the beginning contained a reply.
The postman Mr. Cranley once said that all the letters must be sorted first and sent to different train stations according to the delivery routes.
Maybe Madam is thinking of something, and she is not going to do it.
In short, someone at the train station - either the person responsible for sorting the letters or the person responsible for transporting them, after receiving the lady's hint, tore open the letter, took out the reply letter from it, and mailed it back to the address of "No. 12, Xindian".
My wife bought the train tickets in advance.
The 400 goli were also stuffed in together.
There are no friends, no news, and the reply letter was written by my wife herself.
All of this was done so that he could go to Port Wayne to receive the legacy of Dawson Literary Society.
but……
Do not……
It shouldn't be that simple.
Having regained a little appetite, Hitzfeld picked up a stir-fried vegetable with a fork and put it into his mouth, chewing while thinking about what else he might have missed.
According to the intelligence we have obtained so far, the lady's activities at the house at 12 Flo Street have been under surveillance by Shadow Lion, and the person being monitored is Ethan.
Even if the lady could sit at home and send a reply in this way, the circulation of the letter could not be hidden from Shadow Lion. They would definitely know that there was such a "letter from Wayne Port" to be delivered.
Will they intercept the letter and examine it?
If they had read the contents of the letter in advance, would they have guessed that the lady's purpose was to send her back to receive the documents?
From this perspective, it seems that it is useless for the lady to go to so much trouble to create such a "letter from Wayne Port".
Because she can't fool anyone except me...except Aisun Hitzfell.
Shadow Lion might know.
The library... that is, the Wheel of Fortune knows.
The Eclipse Church knows it too.
In this way, she - Aisuen Hitzfeld would enter the capital in a state of confusion, unaware of the evil intentions lurking around her.
Wouldn't that be a trap for her and an indirect attempt to murder her?
Taking a deep breath, Hitzfeld rubbed his temples with a headache.
The lady certainly didn't do this to trick her, otherwise why would she dig her out of the grave and just let her suffocate to death?
But it was difficult for her to guess what the lady's purpose was from the existing information.
"The only angle we can find is... Madam feels that the next move is not as good as expected!"
"She might...may have discovered some key information about the Eclipse Church. Because of the conflict with Shadow Lion and her distrust of Shadow Lion, she was unwilling to share the information with Ethan and the others, and planned to solve the problem alone..."
"This could be a very, very dangerous operation, and she thought that keeping me at 12 Flo Street at this time would implicate me."
"But directly contacting Shadow Lion to take me away might cause the people of the Eclipse Church to discover something, and alert them..."
"I may not be willing to leave. Even at that time, I would not entrust my life to Shadow Lion."
"…So she created that 'reply letter' so that she could send me to the capital without alerting anyone."
After realizing this, Hitzfeld's appetite increased and he ate the food faster.
She felt there was no other possibility.
Therefore, it is absolutely correct to contact Shadow Lion to go back.
You can call her stupid.
You can call her a hypocrite.
Anyway, she is...
She couldn't remain indifferent after knowing all this.
Glancing at the clock, there were still at least twenty minutes until the "half an hour later" agreed upon with Alfred.
No longer in the mood to eat, the girl immediately stood up and packed her luggage.
As long as the top leaders of Shadow Lion are not fools, they will definitely agree to her request.
To these supernatural organizations, the life and safety of a little girl is insignificant compared to the secrets she carries. If they can get more secrets about the Eclipse Church and the Golem Curse by just sending her back to the house on Flo Street, they won't care about her life or death - or even the life of her wife.
So she didn't want to waste time.
Do the math.
She left by car on Monday evening.
The next day, Tuesday morning, we arrived in Port Vien.
Spent all day cleaning the house at 221 Iris Street on Wednesday.
Today is already Thursday when I came to the library to pick up a book, got attacked, and found out the truth.
Mr. Cranly had said that the journey between the capital and the city was about ten o'clock.
Once Alfred comes back and we've finished the discussion, we'll set off immediately and catch the 10 o'clock train, which will take us to the o'clock train. This way, we'll arrive at the o'clock train around Friday noon - in the afternoon at the latest.
Time is tight... because according to her current speculation, if the people of the Eclipse Church want to do anything, or if the lady wants to do anything, they will not miss the next Eternal Night.
Arrived on Friday afternoon.
She only had less than a day and a half.
Hitzfeld moved quickly.
She carefully folded the blankets and clothes and put them into the box.
When everything was almost done, she paused.
In her right hand she held the open envelope, which she was going to stuff into the box at last, but her right eye caught sight of the pen and notebook on the coffee table.
Walk over and pick up the notebook.
When you open it, you'll see a dozen pen sketches.
The paintings were all of the same person, a dark-haired woman with a cold and pretty face.
Knowing that if he turned the page further he would see some drawings that were not suitable for children, Hitzfeld stopped turning the pages and Xia Yibing's voice and smile appeared in his mind again.
Deductive method...
Biting her lower lip, she placed the envelope in her right hand between the pages of the book and stared at the few traces of characters on it.
The most basic function of a letter is to cross space and connect two locations at the same time.
221 Iris Street.
12 Flo Street.
They are both groups of numbers consisting of 1 and 2.
Is there another deeper meaning behind this?
"Oh my! You even drew my portrait?"
A slightly exaggerated exclamation sounded above her head.
Before Hitzfeld could react, the notebook in her hand was grabbed by a hand and forcibly taken away.
Chapter 41: Homeward Journey
It was a dark winter night, with no insects chirping.
At 10 o'clock in the evening, on the sparsely populated platform, a gray-haired girl wearing thick white silk stockings, long boots, and a black slim dress stared at the train entering the station with a serious expression, allowing herself to be completely enveloped by the white steam mist.
"Why are you doing this..."
Xia Yibing helped carry the boxes and had to stand with her and eat the white air.
