It’s not like she doesn’t know what’s going on here.
There are so many more dangerous situations that require going out, and they have all come here. Why is there such a big reaction to just a small local case?
And he keeps clamoring to be a Flintstone Knight...
Faced with this kind of questioning, Ashley fell into silence, which was rare.
She didn't answer, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Hitzfeld could only use the time he had to kick Lily to find a way down the stairs, let her go into the room first, and boiled a pot of water, intending to let Ashley and Lily do the cleaning as well.
"correct."
Lying on the bed, letting Hitzfeld rub her back, Ashley suddenly said, "I just went across the street. There was a group of people in the hotel over there talking about Heath."
"Really?" Hitzfeld didn't care. "What did they say?"
"Some of them are compliments to you, but some are not so nice..."
"You're just asking for trouble." Hitzfeld used a little strength, and Ashley hummed in comfort.
"It's getting dark, have you decided what to eat for dinner?"
"It's up to me to decide."
"Can you tell me why you insist on becoming a Flint Knight?"
"because……"
The sudden turn almost sprained the girl's waist.
After realizing what was happening, Ashley turned over and looked at her angrily: "You are a bully! Heath!"
"If you can't even handle this kind of trick, it's too early for you to want to be independent."
Hitzfeld raised the corner of his mouth.
"Pack up and go downstairs."
"I looked at the menu and they have lamb for dinner in the evening."
Chapter 16 Evil Thoughts
When not working, this girl is really charming.
Holding a plate of lamb skewers and two beers, Li Ang returned to the corner and saw the girl's graceful figure, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.
The black women's wide-brimmed hat is paired with a plain black long skirt, with only some pure white lace pleats faintly visible at the edge of the skirt.
The back of her skirt dropped down a little to sit on the stool. The stool was a little high for her, so she had to put one foot on the wooden frame and stretch one foot forward to support the wooden bar in front of her.
Her temperament should obviously be out of place here, but she manages to make herself inconspicuous and blend perfectly into the environment.
"The way you look at me makes me think you have bad intentions towards me."
As if noticing his pause, Hitzfeld turned his head, slightly revealing his single blue eye from under the brim of his hat.
The silver-gray hair fell from one side, matched with a black eye mask on the other side. The charm she displayed at that moment shocked some people who were secretly observing her.
But considering their identities and the mysterious legends, they did not dare to make loud noises or whistle in such occasions. They just gathered in small circles of three or four and talked in a low voice to ensure that they would not be heard.
"I am plotting something bad against you."
Putting the things down and sitting next to him, Li Ang began to share the skewers with the girl and Ashley. "If I didn't have a persistent fiancée and I had a good impression of her, I might have proposed to you the first time I saw you."
"You have a fiancée?"
This guy's mouth is even less reliable than Darent's. He often talks nonsense that cannot be taken seriously. Hitzfeld knows that he is just joking, but he is very interested in the fiancée.
"The girl from the Roma family and I grew up together." Li Ang took a bite of the skewer and took a sip from the wine glass. "If nothing unexpected happened, we should have been married six years ago. If that was the case, the child should have been five years old."
"Then why don't you get married?" Ashley poked her head out from the girl's side and asked him curiously.
"Of course there are reasons." Li Ang took another sip of wine, his eyes blurred, "You all know how dangerous this business is. I just don't want her to be a widow at her age."
Hitzfeld felt that he was fooling people and it must not be that simple.
But this is someone else's private matter after all, and to a larger extent it involves Li Ang's psychological and emotional model.
She decided to avoid provoking him further, so as to avoid her feeling uneasy if he corrupted her in the future.
Ashley was also keenly aware that this topic was not easy to continue, so she just chatted and started to deal with the lamb skewers, and even put some in a bowl to feed Lily.
"Would you like some?" Li Ang pushed a wine glass to the girl.
The wooden cup was very large, more like a small half barrel than a glass of wine. Hitzfeld shook his head and refused: "I don't drink."
"why?"
"To paraphrase one of my colleagues, alcohol kills my brain cells."
"Is this also why you don't smoke?"
"If I must say it," Hitzfeld frowned, "I think these things don't taste good."
What she said was true. It might be because of her special physical condition. No matter how she tried, no matter how she attempted to accept alcoholic beverages, she found it difficult to taste the flavor.
"The wine is pretty good." Li Ang smiled, "Especially this kind with a low alcohol content... It tastes light and won't make you drunk after drinking it. It's perfect for relaxing."
The taste is light, so he touches it.
Hitzfeld glanced at the left side of the plate and found that the lamb kebabs there - that is, Leon's portion - were not sprinkled with any seasoning at all.
The lamb is good lamb.
It was said that the owner had just brought the meat back from the market not long after it was slaughtered. It was simply soaked in cooking wine to remove the mutton smell, and seven or eight pieces of meat were stuck on a large iron skewer, each one-third the size of a fist.
The two chatted casually, and Hitzfeld was almost full after eating two skewers of meat. Then she started to get deeper into the topic: "Have the autopsy results come out?"
She was resting during the afternoon and the last part of the evening, and Li Ang was in charge of running around outside.
This can be considered as division of labor and cooperation. After all, she was the one who took the statements and interrogated them before, and this job is very brain-intensive.
"Not yet." Li Ang shook his head. "Didn't you say that they might have taken tranquilizers? They are clamoring for an autopsy."
"Then do the autopsy."
"There is no clinic nearby. The nearest clinic takes at least an hour to get to, and by the time you get there, it's already closed."
"Can't we do it in the car?"
"Nandez - the conductor disagrees, and Miss Mary disagrees."
"Then the nearby hotels probably won't agree."
Li Ang smiled and said nothing.
Hitzfeld could understand.
This matter is not as simple as just going to a certain place for surgery, it also involves the opinions of others.
There are rumors nearby that Line 4 has attracted some unclean things. If any store dares to make room for them to dissect it now, forget about having any business in the future.
This is long-term profit, and I would not do it no matter how much money you offer me.
So at least for tonight, the investigation into the case must be suspended.
Hitzfeld planned to use this time to relax and have a good rest, and study the observation notes at the same time.
After dinner, she went upstairs, washed her face and cleaned her mouth. She saw Ashley teasing Lily by the window, so she locked the door, took off her clothes and got into bed.
Ashley was a little tired from running back and forth today. After Hitzfeld asked her a few questions, she began to feel sleepy. In order to escape, she had to go to bed and started snoring after a while.
Hitzfeld opened his notebook, placed it upright on the other side of the bedside lamp to block the light from shining on her, and picked up the notes left by Papaconi and began to look through them.
When she opened the first page, she saw an enlarged diagram of the structure of an insect, which looked like a bee.
It was marked with a scribbled note similar to a signature: Firebee.
[Fire bees are deadly enemies of red-legged ants.]
Hitzfeld read silently.
[Generally speaking, if red-legged ants can drill deep enough in the north before winter comes and build their nests underground, they can survive the winter.]
[But fireflies are experts at exploring ant nests. They can smell the pheromones emitted by ants from a kilometer away, then they land on the surface of the nest and emit another confusing pheromone from the base of their tails, inducing some ants to come out of the nest.]
[These ants will treat the fire bee as one of their own kind and will not attack it. The fire bee takes the opportunity to lie on the back of one of the ants and allow itself to be carried deeper into the nest.]
[Then it can go on a killing spree...]
[Its mouth is like a razor, and its poisonous sting will not fall off and can be used many times. There is no opponent here that can resist its attack. It will drink blood and lay eggs here. It only takes one winter to completely destroy a large ant nest.]
[It is precisely because of such enemies that red-legged ants are rarely seen in the north now, and they are almost extinct in the north.]
Interesting.
The girl raised her eyebrows.
Papaconi wanted to study the red-legged ants, so he had to study their natural enemies as well. He conducted a very detailed investigation and explained that "it is precisely because the southern fire bees have more prey that the red-legged ants have a greater chance of surviving there."
Further back are observation records of red-legged ants, root crickets, blue-tailed spiders, northern black ants and golden swallowtail butterflies.
The root cricket is thumb-sized, brown, and has thorns on its legs. It gets its name because it looks like a thorny root.
Although this insect eats meat, it is not poisonous and is very timid. Papaconi said that "there has never been any record of anyone being bitten by a root cricket."
The northern black ant is the most common black ant in the north. This type of ant is quite large and has evolved a unique ability to deteriorate corpses. If a fire bee chooses to hunt them, it will most likely be poisoned to death by its first meal.
There are the fewest records of the swallowtail butterfly because it is still in the larval stage, roughly the appearance of a caterpillar... Hitzfeld took a quick look and turned the page.
The focus is on the blue-tailed spider.
Among the army of insects that Papaconi carried, this was undoubtedly his favorite and he described it the most.
[Blue-tailed spiders are not wandering hunters like white-tailed spiders. They build homes for themselves, which also serve as their hunting grounds.]
[I never told anyone that this was a mutant. The blue stripe at the end of its tail had a little green in it, which was a sign of its poison. If someone was bitten, she would definitely die.]
she?
Hitzfeld became thoughtful and remembered that the reason this man went to Nanxinze was to see his ex-wife.
A terrible thought arose from the bottom of my heart.
Papaconi-Larson, he concealed the news and brought this mutant spider to see his ex-wife. Could he have some good intentions?
So did he really commit suicide...?
Because he was afraid that his feelings would be exposed, he simply chose to commit suicide...
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel a headache.
Because if that's true, then maybe we can separate two cases here.
Chapter 17 Hat
When he woke up the next day, Hitzfeld was still a little confused at first.
After a moment she sat up suddenly.
Oh my god - how did I fall asleep without realizing it?
I reached out and touched the ring on my chest, and sure enough, of the two chances I had originally stored, only one was left.
Subconsciously motivated?
She rubbed her temple, not quite understanding why she was so confused.
It can't be because I am thinking about her subconsciously and want to go to the dream world...Is this the way to find her...
She got up, dressed and washed while thinking about things. When she came to her senses, she suddenly found that the bed next to her was empty.
Ashley and Lily were missing, probably having gone downstairs to eat.
Hitzfeld didn't pay too much attention to it. He tidied up his appearance, took the key, locked the door, and went downstairs. At a glance, he saw Leon standing in the corner of the hall, chatting with the bartender.
"You came down later than I thought." Seeing her, Li Ang raised his eyebrows with a smile, "What's the matter? Are you feeling too tired and want to relax yourself?"
He is a Shadow Lion agent. Judging from the fact that he is qualified to participate in the operation on the beach, his rank cannot be low, so it is not surprising that he knows about the Ring of Desire.
Hitzfeld was too lazy to pay attention to him. He sat at the bar and ordered a cup of oatmeal porridge and a piece of scallion pancake. While waiting, he kept massaging his eyebrows to wake himself up.
There is also a disadvantage to relaxing too much, which is that you will still feel sleepy after waking up.
Especially now it is still winter, winter in the north.
