"Shouldn't I ask you this? It doesn't want to be too far away from you!"
Even though his clumsy attempt to change the subject was exposed, Hitzfeld was not embarrassed.
After all, she was already very familiar with her partner, so she cared more about Nian Lun's invitation to meet her.
I specifically said it was in private... Is this to explain my inappropriate behavior in the library?
Asfen had said in Elnak that if she did well in the exam, she would be allowed to obtain the "right to participate in the war." She was indeed obliged to explain to her what this right to participate in the war was.
"Wang!"
The big white dog suddenly barked.
"Shh—don't make any noise now..."
Reaching out and pressing the grinning dog's mouth shut, Hitzfeld put his index finger on his lips, signaling the thing to keep quiet.
Her serious expression made the scene too ridiculous. Xia Yibing couldn't help making a "chi chi" sound, and her body, which was pressed tightly against the girl, began to tremble violently.
Darent had shrunk away from Hitzfeld's gaze. She turned her gaze to the dark-haired woman.
“…Is it funny?”
"Yes, it's very funny." Xia Yibing answered honestly.
After a moment's thought, she added, "You and the dog are both very cute."
This big fool——
What is she thinking about every day?
Hitzfeld felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his face, and the resentment that had just gathered was shattered by embarrassment and shyness.
"Um, Aisuen." Xia Yibing stopped laughing, "I want to discuss something with you..."
"what's up."
Seeing her serious attitude, Hitzfeld also calmed down.
"You asked me to keep a dog, and I agreed."
"Ah."
"But it's really not close to me, so I need your help."
"Ok?"
Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows, a little confused.
The dog didn't kiss her.
How can I help?
"odor."
She heard Xia Yibing's increasingly embarrassed voice coming from the darkness.
"Dogs recognize people by scent, and I thought that if it was infected with your scent, it would not be so repulsive to me."
"……so what."
Hitzfeld's face darkened.
Following the woman's gaze, she already guessed what she was going to say next.
"So I was wondering... could you give me a pair of socks you've worn."
Xia Yibing felt ashamed herself and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"It's best if it's ..."
"Unwashed..."
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Chapter 88 Demonic Shadow
Although it was covered by darkness, Hitzfeld could still tell from the heat on his face that it must be completely red.
If we look at this request purely from a logical point of view, it cannot be said to be unreasonable.
After all, dogs do love smells, and Xia Yibing had given her socks as gifts before. Now she was asking for just a pair in order to study how to raise a dog well. Hitzfeld couldn't refuse.
But this is a shame...
She wasn’t sure if there were any other unpopular or bizarre styles, but at least she had heard of the concept of original flavor…
"Hitzfeld?" Xia Yibing called out again hesitantly, and at the same time looked around. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure that Prince Gaunt, who had just approached her, was five meters away.
She really didn't have any extravagant thoughts, she just wanted to raise a dog. But it was too embarrassing to ask for someone else's socks, and they were Hitzfeld's socks. She snorted a little when she thought of this phrase.
The arches of the feet that I witnessed several times when I took the train together were accurately projected into my memory. Combined with the white insteps and round toes that I saw not long ago, it seemed as if a hot current was constantly flowing out of my body, and the impulse came inexplicably.
"You... the pantyhose you gave me before, I'll wear them and give them to you... Is that okay..."
A young girl's hesitant voice came from the darkness.
"It's OK..."
As if infected by some charming atmosphere, Xia Yibing began to stutter.
"That should be enough... yes... definitely enough..."
"Woof?" The big white dog tilted its head and watched the two people playing the stuttering game. He didn't understand what was going on with this sticky and tense atmosphere.
Just then, a whistle sounded faintly from the distant street.
This is the patrol police's whistle. These people are the visible force. After each patrol, they will blow the whistle at a specific frequency to indicate whether they have found anything.
The whistle frequency was correct this time, but Hitzfeld checked his watch in the dim light and found that the whistle had sounded more than a minute too early.
It's such a trivial detail that no one will notice it.
Whether it is for civilians or evildoers, it is normal for patrol police to blow their whistles at irregular intervals. Even the patrol police themselves cannot blow their whistles on time. After all, any accident on each section of the road will delay time, and the error is often two or three minutes.
But this time it's different.
Because this patrol force has been assigned security agents, they are responsible for blowing the whistle.
Previously, the interval between each whistle was a regular quarter of an hour, without missing a single minute or second.
Then this change in rhythm is very problematic and is most likely a notification or a warning.
"Let's talk about it when we get back." Sure enough, after hearing the whistle, Xia Yibing forgot about the socks. She took out a bright silver revolver from the holster, staring at the other side of the street with a cold light in the shadow of her hat brim.
So, she really didn't do anything weird with the socks...
Seeing her like this, Hitzfeld's tense nerves relaxed.
Promised...
I just agreed to it without knowing why...
Such a shameful thing.
Fortunately, the other party did not understand the meaning of this, so it should not happen again.
She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly noticed a slightly plump figure emerging from the crowd of pedestrians on the street.
He was very careful and always walked on the inside of the road where the street lights could not reach, so his face could not be seen clearly. One could only tell from his outline that he was wearing a felt hat and a thick coat.
The place where Hitzfeld and others were hiding was diagonally opposite No. 18 Huaining Street. It was not the best observation point, but if someone wanted to sneak into the old house from the front, they could still see it clearly.
Shadow's pace was steady. As everyone was watching, he walked to the door of the old house, paused, took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and pushed the door open with a slight turn.
"It's easy to make a key for that old-fashioned door lock." Xia Yibing whispered, "Give me a piece of wire and I can do it."
But you didn't do that during the day.
Hitzfeld glanced at her but didn't expose her stubbornness.
The figure was about to step in, but suddenly, the gate on the other side of the bushes opened, and a woman with gray hair and a bloated body came out carrying a bag of garbage. She turned around and saw him.
"Mrs. Lancy." Xia Yibing gritted her teeth, "Why would she come out at this time...?"
Hitzfeld glanced at her again.
Then he stared down at the darkness below, his eyes seemed to pierce through the shadows, and saw the other person's "innocent" left hand squeezing his thigh hard.
Did she really not mean it?
It hurts a bit.
Looking up, he saw Gunter quickly giving instructions to a secret sentry.
It can be seen that he was also very nervous. This unexpected change would definitely increase the risk of the hunt.
But contrary to everyone's expectations, the man did not jump up/run away after encountering Mrs. Runcy. Instead, he stood there calmly, and it seemed that the two were having a friendly conversation.
Mrs. Runcie was a chatterbox, and Hitzfeld had experienced this during the day. She and the guy stayed there for nearly twenty minutes before she slowly threw the bag into the garbage corner and went back in her slippers.
really weird……
Hitzfeld narrowed his one eye.
It seems that Mrs. Runcie actually knows the other party.
Coupled with the other person's slightly plump body and his height that exactly matched my impression, a horrifying guess suddenly popped up in my mind.
At this moment, the shadow raised his head and glanced at the street.
It was this one glance that briefly exposed half of his face to the light.
"what's the situation?"
"how is this possible?"
"are you crazy?"
"It's actually him?"
A faint cry of surprise could be heard, and everyone was surprised by this face.
Because that was the face that belonged to Sarah, the former director of Homeland Security.
He looks exactly like Batty-Villefort.
"impossible!"
Prince Gaunt's face turned pale.
He knows what this means.
Kevin Prison is worthy of unconditional trust. No matter what means the evildoers use, it is impossible to rescue Villefort from there.
Moreover, it was difficult to establish the proposition that Villefort was a member of the evil cult, otherwise he would not have had to go to them to give them advice. It would have been most reasonable for him to keep quiet and let the evil cult that had previously obtained the information from him to investigate privately.
None of these are possible, so we can only guess...the enemy has the ability to simulate the voice and appearance of any one of them.
"Villefort" has entered the old house.
Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing... many pairs of eyes turned to Gunter.
"Closing the net." Gunter took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "I hope there is only one of them..."
The Security Bureau was out in full force tonight. At his command, hundreds of agents began to act at the same time.
Outside Huaining Street, a number of cars and police cars suddenly drove to the intersection and blocked the road, and a group of police officers came down to block the road.
This scene happened in all directions. The entire Huaining Street was almost blocked instantly. The road was filled with vehicles returning home. A large group of people were stuck outside the blockade, looking anxious and talking a lot, fearing that they would be involved.
In this way, the large pocket is tightened.
Xiaokoudai is not in a hurry. According to Xia Yibing, he can follow him in to see what he is looking for.
"If you insist on using the revolver, you'd better practice reloading..."
Seeing Hitzfeld also take out a bright silver pistol from the holster, Xia Yibing thought about it and gave her some advice.
"How to exercise."
"The bullets were divided into six plates, each plate was simply glued together and hidden separately in different parts of the body."
