"I checked it." The sheriff nodded. "Just some spare clothes... a coat, some underwear, a pair of boots, a few journals that don't seem to have any problems, some old newspapers, a pot of water, and a bag of dry food."
This was a perfectly normal travel configuration for a traveler, and they couldn't find anything unusual.
"Sheriff!"
Just then, Mike's voice could be vaguely heard from downstairs, saying that he had brought the things over.
Sheriff Rand was cheered up and immediately asked them to go downstairs. As soon as they went downstairs, they saw Mike standing awkwardly on the side of the road, with a girl taller than him and a dog next to him.
"Why did you bring them all here?"
Hitzfeld couldn't believe his eyes.
"She was worried and insisted on coming along..." Mike rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly.
"And this lady said that she has a letter in her hand... a very important letter."
"She's going to give it to you personally... Hitzfeld."
Chapter 10: Poison Needle 1
"Am I not welcome here?" Ashley looked at Mike and then at Hitzfeld who looked helpless, holding an envelope tightly in her hand.
"It's not that you're not welcome...but..." Hitzfeld looked as if he had a headache.
But in this chaotic area, when there is a need to investigate a case, I may not have enough energy to protect you.
But Ashley knew her very well and took the initiative to say, "I don't need anyone to protect me. Don't forget Heath. I once joined the Sky Hunters."
You were forcibly added into the Sky Hunters at the last minute when they were already in name only. Apart from doing some things that a real Sky Hunters should do, you didn't even get permission from any of your companions.
Hitzfeld was reluctant to say this directly, and several police officers standing nearby, including Sheriff Rand, were wondering what the "Sky Hunters" were.
An association? Or a secret force like the Shadow Lions?
They looked at Ashley carefully and felt that although this girl was taller and had a stronger frame than her peers, it would still be difficult for her to join such an organization.
Sheriff Rand glanced at Hitzfeld and saw that she was unwilling to say more about it.
Combined with the fact that Ashley had lived with her for a long time - something he knew - he mistakenly believed that this strong girl was actually from the royal capital of Wayne Port, with the purpose of protecting Hitzfell.
This explained why Hitzfeld trusted the other party and why he had to come to Hitzfeld. However, Hitzfeld did not seem to like this kind of protection.
Young people are all like this, I guess, it’s understandable…
"Give me the letter and the ointment." Hitzfeld directly reached out to Ashley, and his tone sounded unacceptable: "Then you and Lily go back and continue to do the homework I assigned."
Ashley remained indifferent, but Lily, who had been lying at her feet, stood up and barked non-stop.
Hitzfeld walked up to the big white dog, half squatted down, and pointed his index finger at its nose.
"It won't work even if I have you to protect me - you're a big, dumb dog who's not good at anything except swimming. Be careful that you get made into a meat stew."
"Woof!!"
"If it doesn't work, you can ask Mike to watch them." Sheriff Rand interjected cautiously, "As long as they don't leave this store, they should be safe. If you're really worried, you can stay on the train. There's no place safer than that."
Then, fearing that Hitzfeld didn't understand what he meant, he leaned over and whispered, "The car was parked on the line - this incident itself has caused speculation among nearby residents. We have blocked the news, but they all know that someone has died, and it was not an ordinary death..."
This is not an ordinary way of death. To ordinary people, this statement is almost no less than telling them that "this person died from evil spirits."
Of course they didn't dare to come. Even if there were so many carriages on the entire line that the police could not keep up, no one would dare to approach in a short period of time.
"This is not just a safety issue." Hitzfeld pressed his temple, caught in a dilemma.
Could she have been honest and said that she was more worried that Ashley would be further strengthened in that desire after being rewarded for her ability to take action?
If she really said that, she estimated that these police officers would only congratulate her, because it was not easy for a child to aspire to enter the Knight's Academy, and the Flintstone Knight was also a profession that was respected enough in the eyes of most people, and there was nothing wrong with it.
But that's for most people... Even if they live normally, they may not live to be fifty or sixty years old... Even if they knew that the Flintstone Knight had a toxin outbreak, they didn't take it seriously, but I promised that woman to take good care of her...
Hitzfeld was about to reject Sheriff Rand forcefully, but just as she was about to speak, she noticed Ashley staring at her.
Meeting her gaze, she...
She couldn't tell what mixed emotions might be contained in those eyes, but she was sure that Ashley had made up her mind.
In this way, simply stopping her will probably only arouse her rebellious psychology.
So Hitzfeld suddenly changed his mind and nodded: "Then let's get a room here, but we don't need Mike. I plan to live here myself."
The case didn't look like it could be concluded in a short time, and driving back to Flo Street was quite far from here. It would be too troublesome to run back and forth, and she didn't want to do that.
"One room?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows, showing dissatisfaction on his face.
"You can give me 60,000 Sera in one go, so you don't need me to pay for your hotel room." Hitzfeld looked to the side unhappily, "Get a room yourself!"
After a lot of fuss, Ashley finally got what she wanted.
Ten minutes later, she threw herself on the empty bed in Room 503 of Yunyou Hotel, cheering and waving her fists vigorously in the empty room.
"That's it! That's it! We did it! Lily!"
"Woof woof woof!" The big white dog also jumped around happily, and then simply jumped onto the bed, jumping and dancing with Ashley through the bedspread.
"But she wanted to take her things and left us here alone, which means she still doesn't want us to interfere in her affairs."
After the joy, it was time to think. Ashley thought for a while and came to the table, climbed up, opened the window, and looked downstairs through the iron bars.
From a distance, a group of people could be seen coming out of the corridor and walking towards the train. Among them, the girl wearing a bowler hat had a piece of paper unfolded in her hand, probably reading it as she walked.
"We still have a lot of goals to achieve." Ashley said to Lily with her head down.
"The next step is to inquire about the case and try to find new clues!"
"Wang Wang!!!"
"I always feel like it's not a good idea to let Ashley stay..."
Walking on the pebbled road paved with railroad tracks, Hitzfeld put down the letter and massaged his temples.
"Children of this age are prone to this kind of resistance." Li Ang said with a smile, "Don't you think she is a bit similar to Miss Bella? Maybe you can put them together, they should have something in common."
"That kid will be scared by Ashley's size first." Hitzfeld rolled his eyes.
After a period of recuperation and a normal diet, Ashley's figure and physique gradually returned to normal, and she no longer looked like a Barbie doll.
But her skeleton had already been shaped before, and it could only continue to grow, not shrink, so she still looked very tall, just a lot thinner at most.
That little brat Bella Charles wouldn't want to have such a companion.
"Don't worry about it... What's in the letter?"
"Some trivial matters that have nothing to do with the present." Hitzfeld said.
"Maybe it can't be called a trivial matter. It is quite important, but you don't need to worry about it for now."
The writer of the letter is Priscilla.
In the letter, she thanked and expressed her gratitude for the girl's contribution to Bartlett, and then politely asked her if she planned to return to class in the winter semester.
[After evaluation, I think you have achieved outstanding results in the fields of communication, perfumery, sociology, etc. If you are willing to come, Pusilint can open a new sociology branch for you.]
Hitzfeld was deeply moved by this and had already rejected the other party in his heart after reading the letter.
The new discipline that Pusance mentioned is probably related to the theory of equality. It seems that she also understands that if you let some things ferment, something bad will happen.
The best time to plant a tree, if not twenty years ago, is now, and this woman doesn’t want to wait, she hopes to prevent another Bricher from appearing in the future.
This is certainly a good thing, and in-depth involvement will certainly gain further recognition from the other party and achieve Hitzfeld's goal of "climbing up", but she does not intend to be so rash.
Because she had been in the spotlight some time ago.
That interrogation was nothing less than a reboot of thought... Cornerel was forced to expel Leon from Wayne, so you can imagine how turbulent the entire circle was.
If she got close to him now, she would really be used as a gun - although she knew that Pusiangsi was definitely not using her completely and would definitely try her best to ensure her safety, but how should she put it...
no need.
Her foundation was solid, there was no need for her to take risks.
The theory of equality was not proposed by her, and she has no interest in stealing the fruits of previous generations’ work.
She was chatting with Leon in the back, while Sheriff Rand was walking in front, fiddling with the jar in his hand from time to time.
This is a tin can, probably the shell left after canned meat is eaten. When you open the lid, you can see a thick layer of ointment inside. Its color looks a bit like lard, but it exudes a very unique deep fragrance.
Some young police officers couldn't help showing intoxicated expressions when they smelled the fragrance.
They found the scent more comfortable than all the soap perfumes they had used before combined.
But Sheriff Rand said faintly: "If you knew under what circumstances you could usually smell it, you wouldn't be so happy..."
He closed the lid, looked up at the sky, and recalled his first meeting with the old woman.
Chapter 11: Poison Needle 2
Rand-Ann had known Mrs. Glee for many years. At least in his memory, he had just started working in this profession when he encountered this strange person.
Yes - at that time he did think she was a weirdo, because she had too many weird habits, and the fact that she did funeral business for others at a low price was very suspicious.
Young Rand-Ann had wondered if she had a motive, if she had some dark agenda in mind.
For example, he had indeed heard some rumors that a very small number of funeral directors would get close to civilians, relax their defenses, and then stun them, and use the flesh and blood of living people to sacrifice to the evil gods.
A funeral director always knows more evil knowledge, and he can't rule out this possibility, so he decides to conduct a secret investigation on this person.
As a result, his infiltration skills were not good enough, and when he climbed over the wall to enter the yard, he stepped on empty air and fell. When he came to his senses, his nose was filled with this fragrance.
But it wasn’t a good memory.
The sheriff remembered it very clearly: it was a dark cellar with two torches hanging on the wall for lighting. The firelight illuminated most of the space, allowing him to clearly capture the "puppets" standing around when he turned his head.
He had investigated the undertaker and knew that she had received a lot of orders recently, so he guessed that these were all the remains of the deceased.
But these corpses don't look like corpses.
They are no longer broken, twisted, or disgusting... Instead, each one looks like an ordinary person.
Their limbs were normal and their skin was smooth. Some of them had skin as delicate as if they had been treated with the most high-end skin care products. They all stood quietly facing him, emitting a faint rich fragrance.
Rand-Ann was just a young boy at that time. He didn't know what the uncanny valley effect was, but he thought he would never forget how much fear and torture he suffered in that cellar.
Even after the misunderstanding was resolved and the truth came to light, he never dared to check the Glee family's cellar again, and this unique fragrance left a psychological trauma on his mind.
But he is older now and much more mature than when he was young. The police wanted to ask him about the origin of the ointment, but he just smiled mysteriously and didn't explain anything more.
The group came to carriage No. 13, verified their identities with the guard at the door, and asked if there had been any suspicious people poking around nearby during that time. Then they planned to further examine the body.
Hitzfeld did not intend to avoid it. He watched them carefully cut open the dead man's clothes, and soon the body was stripped naked.
A funeral apprentice who has handled corpses, an art student who has drawn the human body countless times, and a modern person with advanced ideas.
No matter which of these three identities she had, it was impossible for her to feel embarrassed at this moment.
Just dead people.
Dead people are no longer considered human beings. What’s the difference between this and a model?
"Sheriff! We've found something here!" A scream suddenly came from the side.
Hitzfeld and the others gathered around and saw that he was holding the cut felt coat in his hands, wearing gloves and carefully turning over the inner lining.
There was a letter in the interlayer. When Sheriff Rand saw the letter, his eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand without hesitation: "Give it to me!"
He was the leader of the other party. The man first glanced at Hitzfeld, and seeing that neither she nor the mysterious "Agent Cornerel" expressed anything, he raised his hand, pulled out the envelope, and handed it to Rand.
"Don't worry about the letter yet, keep searching." Li Ang reminded them, "Don't be in a daze, guys, maybe we'll find something bigger."
It was not known whether his words had a bewitching effect or these people were greatly encouraged by the new progress, but they began to invest even more madness into the remaining areas, even scraping out some mud from between the dead people's fingernails and sealing them up with extreme care.
Hitzfeld felt like laughing when he saw this.
She didn't mean to be sarcastic, and she knew that this job was very rigorous and formal.
But it looks so funny to see a group of grown men, all with solemn faces, busying around a dead man...
"Nothing more has been found, boss." A police officer looked up helplessly, holding a leather shoe corpse that had been torn into dozens of pieces. "It should be the letter alone. What was written in the letter?"
Sheriff Rand picked up the letter, looked at the girl and Leon first, and then cut the envelope open with a knife.
He was very careful and held the envelope far away from his body.
This is not only to prevent the clues from being destroyed, but also to prevent a handful of poisonous powder from flying out.
