His breathing began to stabilize, and his cloudy eyes no longer flickered, but settled down, becoming brighter and brighter.
He gradually merged into the shadows, like a lurking beast, waiting... waiting for its prey to reveal a flaw.
...Is this the aura that an old detective should have when arresting a criminal?
Hitzfeld was squatting nearby, lurking and petting the dog, and witnessed all of Ethan's changes.
What she originally thought was... this opportunity wasn't that good, and Ethan might only have a few seconds to grasp it.
Because there is no way she would let Ethan go just to let him get back on track. Once she has identified the murderer, she will take him down with the greatest force. She doesn't want to let him down at the last minute and cause some avoidable casualties.
But now it seems she was worrying too much.
Ethan... after all, he is an old agent for so many years. Some things cannot be said to be "experience", they are "instinct", the spiritual power of "as long as you enter that rhythm, your body will spontaneously recall it".
Not bad.
She raised the corners of her mouth in the darkness.
It seems that it won’t be long before that thing can be sent out.
Raising his hand and grabbing a strip of cloth from the grass, Hitzfeld pulled it with a little force.
The other end of the cloth was connected to Captain Gale's armor. This was the signal they agreed on - pulling it once meant "stay calm", and pulling it frantically meant "start action".
After a while, I felt a pulling sensation from the cloth I was holding.
This was Gale's response, indicating that he got it.
Hitzfeld felt relieved and half raised his eyes, and found that the dark shadow in the open space had walked almost twenty steps.
His outline was strange, and when he turned around, she could see clearly that he had taken out a 'map' from roughly somewhere.
But the night was bad tonight, there was no moonlight, and it was impossible for him to see the contents clearly without lighting.
So he knelt down as a matter of course, took off his coat under Hitzfeld's gaze, and took something out of his pocket, spread the "map" on the ground, used the coat as a tent, and covered his upper body with it.
Almost immediately, a hazy glow emanated from the coat.
…That’s a flashlight.
He is looking at the map in this way.
This process lasted very shortly, and the man immediately climbed up again, grabbed all the objects and looked around. It can be guessed that he was trying to identify the direction.
Finally, he chose the northwest direction, picked up a long shadow from the ground - probably a shovel, and continued to move forward - measuring out ten steps in a very regular manner, and immediately began to dig the soil.
it's time.
Hitzfeld shook his wrist, quickly pulled the cloth strips a few times, and rushed out first.
But there was someone faster than her.
A silent shadow rushed out from beside her, arriving first and leaving her behind in three steps.
The figure on the open ground obviously noticed the unusual movement. He turned around and looked up. From the outline, it seemed that he put his hand into his pocket and then pretended to raise it forward.
"boom!"
Gunshots were fired.
The firelight illuminated Ethan's face, the edges and corners of which were as hard as stone sculptures.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He fired four shots in a row, watched the figure fall to the ground, then turned around and stopped the girl, saying to her in a relaxed tone: "It's all taken care of."
"You beat him to death?" the girl's voice sounded a little horrified.
"I haven't—you'll see if you light a lamp."
The lights are coming.
The ambushed knights lit up their lanterns and rushed out. More than ten lanterns were gathered together, illuminating the entire open space.
Captain Gale came over with a bang, ran to the fallen 'murderer' to check him out, and immediately looked at Ethan with surprise.
"All four shots hit my hands and feet..."
"What are you still standing there for? Come quickly, stop the bleeding!"
“No…let me go!”
Although he had lost the ability to resist, the 'murderer' was still struggling as hard as he could.
He tried to raise his upper body, and frantically used his head to knock the knight away, shouting sharply, "Wrong! Wrong!"
"not me!"
"That doesn't prove anything!"
"I just came to steal some red tomatoes...!"
"Let go! Let go now!"
"If you continue like this, Mr. Ponson... then there may be no one to help you stop the bleeding, and you will die from excessive blood loss."
Hitzfeld walked forward, stared at the distorted face and spoke softly.
"Ms. Hitzfeld..."
The light flickered, revealing Bill Ponson's face. He stared at the girl as if he had seen an angel, and shouted louder, "Save me - Miss Hitzfeld!"
"I was wronged!"
"Not me, really not me!"
"Captain Gale, please search him." Hitzfeld ignored his howling and ordered Gale, "Be careful, that thing may have the power of contamination."
"This kind of job is most suitable for me to do!"
A sound like thunder came out from the tin can. Captain Gale was not polite to the other party. He reached down and fumbled around, and took out a dark mask from the collar of his shirt.
Dark green, with spots on the inside and outside. This thing only has the upper half of the face, and there is a crack diagonally opened from the side, and the part below the nose does not exist.
"What's this!?"
Bill Ponson is still making excuses.
"I love opera! Is there anything wrong with carrying around a mask to play with?"
"The flint dust in my armor is burning faster!"
Captain Gale's words completely blocked his way.
"This is not an ordinary mask...it contains the power of the evil god!"
After getting this thing, Captain Gale no longer had any doubts. He raised his hand and slapped the man, almost breaking half of his good teeth.
"I didn't believe it when she first said it... I didn't expect it was really you?"
"Damn it - you even killed Mallory for this opportunity... How dare you still argue here!???"
Mallory Ponson, Mrs. Ponson who died in the afternoon.
Some knights who were still unaware of the cause of the incident suddenly showed surprised expressions. They thought they had heard wrongly - Mrs. Ponson actually died at the hands of her own husband?
Bill Ponson is the murderer?
What on earth is this——
"I'll explain it to you in detail later."
Hitzfeld spoke up to reassure them, then turned to his client, seeing that he was pale and looked completely terrified.
She did one thing.
He quickly stepped forward, raised his boot and kicked him hard in the face before anyone could react.
"boom!"
“Ouch—”
"Hitzfeld!"
"Miss Hitzfeld!"
Ethan and Gail immediately stopped her together.
"Don't do this... it's not worth it for such a scumbag!"
"I just want to vent my anger."
Hitzfeld snorted.
When she took the airship to Fellington, she never thought that the truth would be like this.
He deceived everyone, even she was misled at first.
"It's time to find Mr. Xin Lai next."
There was the sound of flapping wings.
She raised her left hand and let a black-spotted mountain eagle land on her arm.
"Lily...and Jess."
"It's up to you guys from now on."
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It's too late to get up.
Keep writing, there will be three more updates later.
Chapter 42 Mark Sinley
Ever since she investigated the church and found nothing, Karen felt that things were out of her control.
He heard that after Aisuen Hitzfeld had finished his conversation with Captain Gale, he took a large group of people to the orchard, and out of caution he also selected a few people to follow him.
What did he see in the end?
A group of canned knights first escorted Bill out and treated him as if he were a vicious criminal.
Then another group of can knights came and actually carried out a large iron box from the red tomato garden.
The box looked like it had been buried in the ground for a long time, and its surface was covered with dirt and rust, with a strong smell of earth. It was held in the arms of a knight, and there was another person carrying a shovel next to it.
At this point, Karen was already full of questions. But what he saw next was even more confusing.
He saw them dragging a wooden dummy out of the sugarcane field.
Yes—it was a dummy. The kind that orchards put in the fields to keep birds away. It was wrapped in a ragged piece of clothing, with straw tied around the cuffs and collar, and a hat on, and its arms and legs were dangling when it was brought out.
The Sheldon dog, which he loved but had to show disdain for its owner, was around and kept barking at the dummy.
And my sister’s mountain sculpture, Jessie… this thing is actually standing on the dummy’s head?
What are these?
What do they want to do?
Full of doubts, Karen followed these people back to the hall of Newenso Cathedral and watched them put Bill, the box and the dummy in their respective places.
There was a sound of footsteps.
Looking up, it was Bishop Lanno. He seemed to be shocked by this scene as well, staring at the dummy for more than ten seconds, and then he sat down next to it with the help of Father Vander, shaking his head and sighing.
Just when Karen could hardly suppress her curiosity and was about to ask, Hitzfeld, Ethan, and Captain Gale finally arrived.
Bishop Lanno immediately stood up, his eyes wandering across the faces of the three people, finally staring at the gray-haired girl.
"Ms. Hitzfeld..." he began, his voice hoarse, "I hope that..."
"This is not something I can decide on my own." Hitzfeld interrupted him, glancing at the stiff 'dummy', "and since you chose to conceal this matter privately, you are no longer qualified to make such a request."
Bishop Lanno opened his mouth, lowered his head and sat back down.
"What is this? What?" Karen couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped forward and pointed at the 'dummy' and the big iron box. "Ms. Hitzfeld... I think I need an explanation!"
"Mr. Sinlai will explain."
"Sinlai? You mean Mark Sinlai? Are you kidding? He died a long time ago!!"
"He's not dead. He's on your left right now."
