Chapter 64: Determination
this……!
Hitzfeld's eyes widened.
first name.
signature.
what……
This is not as simple as a signature. Because it proves that this bottle of ink is conscious and alive!!!
[Who are you?]
She tentatively picked up the pen and wrote below.
[I have never heard of your name.]
[Could you please tell me what's going on with this bottle of ink?]
[And help with what I'm going through now?]
Then she just stared at the notebook.
I waited for five full minutes.
"Well, it seems that this Lena is rather shy..."
After sucking some red ink into the pen again, until it was almost 80% full, the girl put the cap on the pen and threw it aside, leaning back and sighing.
Maybe she shouldn't be greedy, because the information collected in this wave is enough.
He found out the ins and outs of the lady's corruption, and indirectly learned about the cult's ultimate plan.
Maybe this Miss 'Lena' is very important, but she thinks it is more important that they stop this plan - stop the evil rituals those people are going to hold in the secret realm.
Otherwise, she, Detective Xia, Ethan, Zafira... Joey and others would all die and be doomed.
Just then, Joey ran downstairs carrying another desk lamp.
The boy knew that his survival depended on the protection of these people. Perhaps because he was afraid that the relationship would change, he always helped by doing things within his ability so as not to make himself a complete burden.
"Joy."
Hitzfeld called out to him.
"elder sister?"
"Wait five minutes. Go to the cellar in the yard and call Detective Xia and the others over. Tell them that I found a major discovery in those documents."
An hour later, Xia Yibing, Ethan, Zafira, Mu Ke, and Hitzfeld were sitting in the living room, two of the men were smoking their pipes.
"You said these red words appeared out of thin air?"
Zafira, the only non-smoker, reached out to clear away the smoke around him and sternly questioned the gray-haired girl.
"Correct."
Hitzfeld had already thought of an excuse. She took out a bottle of perfume - the most precious one - and placed it on the low table.
"Because some of the documents had strange omissions, I wondered if they had been specially processed to hide some of the textual content."
"I tried many methods, such as smoking and soaking in water... In the end, only this bottle of perfume worked and made the hidden characters visible."
Zafira said nothing. She took the manuscript and sniffed it carefully, then picked up the bottle of perfume and put it under her nose.
"'Autumn Love'...?"
The look he gave the girl became one of surprise.
"This thing is very famous... It used to be in Wayne..."
He hesitated.
"never mind……"
“I didn’t expect that its author was Lilith Gleigh.”
He looked through other documents with handwriting and smelled the same scent on them.
And there are indeed signs of water damage and smoke.
This shows that Hitzfeld was not lying.
"Where did the missing half page go?"
When she reached the end of the red characters, Zafira pointed at the missing part below and continued to question her.
"I don't know."
Hitzfeld began to act stupid.
“It is what it is.”
The torn part was the last sentence written in red ink to her alone.
It wasn't that she wanted to conceal the existence of "Lena", but——that sentence clearly pointed out the role of "ink".
Now these people hadn't noticed that what she had been holding was a bottle of red ink.
But if they see this sentence, unless they are fools, the ink will definitely be taken away.
"I think you are being too suspicious of her, Zafira."
The girl was questioned repeatedly, and Ethan next to her could no longer sit still.
"Don't you want to think about why she lied?"
"What good would it do her to lie about something like this?"
“It’s prudent.”
Zafira glared back.
"Who makes those words look like they were just written... This is a level of professionalism that someone will never learn in their lifetime."
"Shut up, everyone."
Xia Yibing spoke, and everyone else fell silent.
The dark-haired woman stood up and pulled out a pocket watch to check it.
"It's 12 noon now."
"That's good news. It means we have five hours to find the secret place before dark."
"team leader!"
At this time, a policeman in black rushed in.
"We...we are running out of bullets!"
"Two hours... about the same as estimated."
Nodding, Xia Yibing ordered on the spot:
"Have them gather their defenses towards No. 12. We are preparing to break out."
There was no quarrel as Hitzfeld had expected.
Everyone started packing up, checking the remaining ammunition, weapons and equipment, and after only ten minutes they had assembled and were ready to set off.
"We can go to the Golden Candle Car Shop first."
Standing under the streetlight outside 12 Flo Street, Hitzfeld made a suggestion.
Considering those mad dogs... the carriage certainly can't be counted on.
But Mr. Feynman, the owner of the Golden Candle Car Shop, is a very forward-looking businessman.
He should have anticipated that horse-drawn carriages would be obsolete in the future, so he probably had a few intact cars in stock in the garage.
After all, they have more than two hundred people now.
The road up the mountain is not easy to walk on. What if something unexpected happens along the way and we still can’t find the secret place until dark...
Well, last night was Friday.
Today is already Saturday.
What happens after 12 o'clock on Saturday?
And according to the records in the manuscript, how terrible the increase in the evil curse was that day.
She didn't want to experience it herself.
……
Hitzfeld's suggestion was quickly adopted.
Walking in the fog, the girl controlled herself and tried not to look at the frozen shadows around her.
They soon arrived at the Jinzhu Car Shop and entered the factory after breaking down the gate.
Fortunately, there were three very "luxurious" iron buses in the warehouse.
Feynman was indeed a man of business sense; the buses were of high quality and each had twenty seats.
There was another warehouse that stored fuel separately. The amount was not much, but it was enough compared to their goal.
When Ethan saw these three cars, he knew he didn't have to squeeze into the jeep with others.
The twenty seats are just for empty seats.
If we squeeze in, each car can fit sixty or seventy people.
"You have done a great job!"
Ethan kept rubbing the girl's head excitedly.
"Two hundred and sixty people! With the other cars, that's definitely enough!"
But Hitzfeld was not very happy.
Following her line of sight, Ethan turned his head and saw a row of bungalows opposite the warehouse.
There is a shed on top, so there is not much fog inside, so you can see the opposite side clearly.
The middle of the two sides is actually the same open space, but it is forcibly separated by a solid iron fence.
This is the warehouse, everything is in order.
Over there is the stable, and the scene can be described as purgatory.
First up is wood carving.
A large group of wood carvings.
Most of them were of horses, but a few were of humans. The horse wood carvings were in various ferocious looks, chasing the human wood carvings, trampling them with their hard hooves, and biting them with their flat teeth.
They are carved to look lifelike.
If you get closer, you can even see some of the wood carvings with "pieces of meat" torn off by horses.
See this horrific scene.
Especially seeing the frozen expressions on those people’s faces.
Hitzfeld found all this increasingly ridiculous.
She didn't believe this was what Lilith-Gree really wanted.
She was going to find her.
...Find her and find out everything!
Chapter 65: Dead End
The Bridge Street area was filled with fog.
Led by three fully loaded buses and followed by several large-wheeled jeeps and convertible cars, this makeshift convoy was beginning to take shape.
Hitzfeld doesn't take the bus.
Each bus was packed with sixty or seventy people, and the level of crowding was not much better than the public transportation situation on Earth in the early years. People were crowded and there was bound to be physical contact, so whether out of care or simply for protection, the best choice was to put her in a jeep, and Xia Yibing would drive it herself.
