Hitzfeld was about to accuse him of being honest when he suddenly turned to the right as if realizing something.
The others also turned their heads.
They saw a turbulent fog.
Smoke gushed out of Grim Alex's nostrils and ear holes with the force of a tiger or wolf, and the resulting fog rolled in the air, at least three times larger than it was three seconds ago.
"Damn..."
Hitzfeld heard Darent swearing under his breath.
She didn't feel anything was wrong.
Because she also saw... a night scene vaguely reflected in the fog, it was Villefort's hometown, No. 18 Huaining Street.
Chapter 119 Detonation
With a clang, the iron fence divided the air into two properties: corruption inside and freedom outside.
"Are you crazy?!" The tall black agent grabbed the railing and pressed forward, even wearing the agent's uniform black dress. "Why? At least let me know the reason?"
"The reason is... cough!" Darent stood outside and read the documents, "that is, you were unable to provide any valid evidence on the night of the Huaining Street hunting plan."
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Grimm glared at him angrily, "I participated in the operation! I was the one who blocked the road to Dante Street! At least a hundred pedestrians have seen me, you can check!"
"Oh, I think this is a waste of effort." Darent raised his eyebrows, "You know what? It was night after all... dark night! They might not be able to see you."
"Ahem!" This joke was too much, and Hitzfeld had to interrupt him with a cough.
"Alex is right. We are just suspicious at the moment. We don't have any direct evidence."
"Wait a moment." Darent gestured to Grimm to calm down, then he moved closer to the girl and whispered, "...Are you kidding me?"
"I'm serious."
"What other evidence do you want?" Darent said in a rather exasperated tone, "You saw the fog - he has memories of the scene in the yard at that time, but he didn't go near it that night. Those images could only have come from that corpse doll!"
His voice was obviously too loud, so Grimm could only vaguely hear what he said. The black agent suddenly shouted in disbelief: "Wait? You suspect that I control that thing? I don't - I swear it has nothing to do with me!!"
"Calm down, Alex." Hitzfeld pushed Darent aside, walked up to the iron fence and stared at him.
"This is just the Security Bureau's own prison. It can't even be called a prison. It's just a temporary interrogation room."
"but--"
"I said that we currently lack absolute evidence to prove that you are involved in this matter...but the existing facts are indeed very unfavorable to you. Can you recall what else you were doing besides guarding the road leading to Dante Street?"
"I—" Grimm was stuck for a moment. He frowned and thought for a long time, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't remember..."
"Think about it more." Hitzfeld sighed, "This involves a lot of people, and Pusiangsi has also seen it. The matter has probably been reported to higher levels. We can't help you delay it for much longer."
"I really can't remember." Grimm shook his head and continued to ask, "So I really showed those memories? That was my perspective?"
"Yes, it proves one thing. At least your consciousness, your spirit appeared in a place where you shouldn't be."
Hitzfeld tried to encourage him to recall more, but unfortunately his amnesia was so severe that he could not remember anything except some memories of guarding a specific block.
"Where are your teammates?"
"I don't have any teammates, they don't like to get along with me..."
"There must be someone else working on that street with you, right?"
"No... It's a two-lane road, Miss Hitzfeld. It's so narrow that only one car can pass through it... It's a small road. Just send me."
"Is there any way to provide information about nearby stores?"
"I'm afraid not, because that street is a residential area and it's remote. There's not a single store for more than a hundred meters."
"You're really seeing ghosts." Hitzfeld was also helpless and shook his head: "I have never seen such a disease!"
Amnesia... Is there such amnesia? He can actually forget the most important information and leave the junk information for him?
To be fair, she didn't want to doubt Grimm.
That past video showed that he had been in the Shadow Lion training camp since he was very young. If Ethan was innocent, trusted by Villefort, and had been placed in Team 17, he should not have been subject to such suspicion.
And there is also the reaction of the eyes.
If Grim was a hidden evildoer, there was no reason why his eyes would be motionless.
But the evidence is indeed against him... because an explanation like "he just had a dream, and the night view of the courtyard of No. 18 Huaining Street happened to appear in his dream" would definitely not be accepted.
Until the controller of the corpse puppet is finally caught, he must be kept like this and then interrogated.
That would be much harsher than it is now.
Who knows, she might even use various powerful potions of Pusangs. She felt that even if the opponent was a Southwestern person, he would be beaten to a pulp after taking the medicine.
But...if the truth could be revealed through interrogation, would his amnesia have troubled him for so many years?
It's really frustrating to finally get a clue to track down the evildoer, but it's cut off at the critical moment.
Where to start investigating next?
By the way... His Highness Elwin said that the reason why the Harwin family chose to give up the throne to Toredor was because they suffered a mysterious curse and were unable to lead the country against the gray fog.
It sounded like their powers were gradually disappearing, no longer having the mysterious power that the divine blood should have, and they even had no reaction to the Book of Roar and the divine blood ink.
Is this really a curse?
Could it be that it was because, at that point in time, a descendant who was far more outstanding than them came back to life and absorbed the power of this lineage's divine blood?
"Aisun!"
There was a sound of hurried footsteps.
It was Cybertron. She trotted down the stairs, took out a letter from her collar and handed it to the girl.
"Give!"
"This is the information that Torres and his team found."
"Where are they?" Hitzfeld began to open the letter.
"The inspection was delayed for a while, it will be here soon." The nun panted softly, "I was afraid you couldn't wait, so I sent it to you first!"
Nodding his head in appreciation, Hitzfeld took out the letter and unfolded it, only to see a brief paragraph written on it.
[1970年8月3日全萨拉共发生了192起邪祟事件，其中维恩港内1起，周边地区14起……额外发现有一起和我们有关。]
The case in 1970 is related to us?
Frowning, she continued to read.
[…Involves Agent Xia Sha.]
[The extermination of the Emaar family.]
Hitzfeld's breathing stopped for a moment.
A woman's confession...
Letter from Dream City...
The date of August 1970, 8…
And the code name of the operation was 'Hatch'.
All the information rolled and connected in her mind, allowing her to finally see clearly the invisible spider web targeting herself.
"Aisun?" Both Saibot and Darent noticed that her expression had changed, and asked with concern: "...Are you okay?"
"This news... the fact that I received this letter, including this date, must not be mentioned to anyone else."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Without looking in the mirror, Hitzfeld knew that his face must be very pale.
"Find another way to contact her."
"I have to……"
"I'll have to talk to her myself."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Saibot said in a low voice.
Seeing the girl looking at her with an unfriendly expression, she nervously pinched the hem of her skirt and said, "It's... like this, when I passed the hall just now, I heard some agents discussing..."
"What's the discussion?"
"Discussing 'Director Xia Sha received a telegram and suddenly drove away'..."
Hitzfeld simply pushed her aside and ran out.
As he ran, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.
A quarter past three in the morning.
There are less than three hours until dawn.
Chapter 120: Final Appearance
1970…1970…!
In Xia of 1983, he was 25 years old, and in 1970, he should have been around 12 years old.
And August corresponds to summer.
I clearly guessed that the letter might have bad intentions...why didn't I think of it in advance???
From an objective point of view, looking at this matter from the perspective of an outsider, there is actually nothing wrong with the way Hitzfeld handled the situation.
They are so far apart and the cases have been closed. Who would have thought that there is a connection between them and they can become bargaining chips used by the enemy many years later?
But this is different.
When it comes to people you care about, there is no room for rationality at all.
"Ai...Aisuen!"
Hitzfeld's physical fitness has improved, but he still can't run fast, and the two people behind him quickly catch up.
"What exactly happened?" Darent frowned. He rarely saw Hitzfeld so nervous.
"Did Torres show you the contents before he wrote this?" Hitzfeld couldn't run anymore after a while, so he started walking quickly and turned to ask the pink-haired nun.
"I've seen it!" Cybert nodded, his face full of surprise and anticipation.
Honestly, she had no idea what was going on.
So what if Agent Xiasha was involved in the 1970 case?
It's been so long since the incident happened, and the pain has been felt. If Agent Xia Sha was the kind of person who would collapse if someone mentioned it to her, she wouldn't have been able to work in the Security Bureau until today!
"This file should be very brief, right?" Hitzfeld asked again, "It should just be a simple record of the incident and her awakening spiritual talent."
"Yes...that's it."
"Then have you ever thought about why such a message was sent to me specifically?" Hitzfeld asked, "Was the letter sent to me in a hurry to go to Dream City, or was it entrusted to a princess? Yes, that's right. Everyone knows that people who can work in Shadow Lion for many years are not that fragile, so why do they still do this - isn't it strange?"
"I don't understand, Esun," Darent interrupted again. "You might as well explain it more clearly."
"Awakening spirits." Hitzfeld interrupted him, "You are also extraordinary people, you should know some of the rules of this circle. Are there many people who can awaken their spirits at the age of 12?"
"Almost nothing in my memory." Saibot said quickly, and after thinking about it, she nodded affirmatively: "No!"
"But she did it." Hitzfeld said quickly, "Not only did she do it, she also used that power to kill more than two fully formed nightmares."
The two people next to him frowned.
It's indeed strange to say this...but this should only mean that she is extremely talented in this area?
"More than that." Hitzfeld denied it forcefully.
"It's not as simple as having outstanding talent."
"There is a separate secret behind this."
She remembered again how Xia Yibing was injured while protecting her.
Even though she was a professional, well-trained and had amazing endurance, but with that kind of injury and that kind of position...it was still too exaggerated no matter how you looked at it that she recovered to the point where she could move without hindrance in strenuous activities in such a short time.
This is not something that ordinary people, or ordinary people, can do.
