She has too little experience and is obviously not very good at talking to people. She can easily expose her cunningness. I guess she is usually placed in a secret place for activities.
Therefore, this mission was very important to her. She obviously took it too seriously and was determined to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
Hitzfeld declined to comment.
When it got brighter, Wood came over to check the situation.
He seemed to be hesitant to speak. On the one hand, he was relieved to see that they were still talking, but on the other hand, he looked a little disappointed.
Knowing that they were planning to leave this morning and had repeatedly promised not to disclose the matter of Xinde Village, he finally felt relieved and began to test whether they planned to bring some pork back.
Hitzfeld didn't hesitate to ask for four strips of top-quality pork belly, which he wrapped in paper and put in a cloth bag, and asked Ashley to carry it when he left.
"Why do you still accept his things?"
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Baliu came out from behind a tree and stared at the bag in confusion.
She hid when Wood came, and she was not very happy about other humans noticing her.
"He won't feel at ease if we don't take anything," Hitzfeld explained to her. "Maybe he'll think it's wrong and chase us with a butcher knife when we're halfway there."
"You're such a joker!" Baliu let out a crisp laugh.
Ashley was laughing too, then she glanced at her little Heath mom and saw that she wasn't laughing at all.
"You're kidding, aren't you?"
Baliu couldn't laugh anymore.
"Maybe." Hitzfeld started laughing instead.
She thought this little tree man was really interesting.
It’s still the same ridge, but now it’s heading back.
"Aren't we going to continue our investigation towards Wayne?"
"No, there's no point."
"What's next?"
"First, give Baliu some clothes and let her take us to get Aman's information."
Baliu's transformation into a tree man was obviously unskillful.
The truly powerful tree man transformation can completely transform into a human form without any flaws being visible.
Just like tree rings, when Hitzfeld saw her face clearly for the first time, he doubted whether she was a tree person.
Even if Baliu tried her best, she could only fade the wood grain on her face, but the lines on her limbs and the wrinkles on the bark were difficult to eliminate.
So if she insisted on following them, she would have to buy a set of clothes.
Ashley didn't quite understand this and asked her why she could stay with Heath without wearing any clothes before.
"Because the incidents she was involved in before were on a different level, you idiot!"
Baliu finally found an opportunity to laugh at her. She said bluntly: "Before, she was only responsible for solving a case where a person had already died, but now she has to compete with the most vicious jackals! Of course, I can no longer protect her as much as before."
Before, he could still hang on by the distance, using the talents of the tree people to move freely among various trees and wooden products.
Not now, she must deploy close protection.
"Is this your own understanding or was it taught to you by the elders of your tribe?" Hitzfeld suddenly asked.
"Of course that's my own understanding!" said Baliu.
"..." Hitzfeld was about to say something, but stopped himself. After thinking about it, he decided not to hit her.
According to some of the lessons she had heard at Shadow Lion headquarters, close protection was only for the truly noble.
Someone like me, although I have some fame, most people can't even recognize who she is when they see her for the first time... If you really want to protect her, the safest way is to hide in the dark and observe whether there are other stalkers around.
You've been following me like a shadow. Are you afraid that others don't know how important I am?
Hitzfeld was a little suspicious that Baliu had gotten this job through the backdoor.
The suburban village was not far from the urban area, and it didn't take long for them to return to Heimu along the railway line.
The efficiency was twice as fast as when Ashley went alone, because this time they didn't need to stop to ask anyone questions.
They left the railway line first, found a clothing store and bought a set of clothes. Hitzfeld went back to the alley next to it and handed the things to Baliu, watching her put them on clumsily.
It's a bit thin, and you can spot the problem if you look closely.
Fortunately, it is winter now, so wearing gloves and masks will not attract attention.
Then it was Baliu's turn to lead the way and took them into a wood products store.
The sign of this store is a disguise.
Although they are indeed doing business, its true identity is actually a stronghold of the Root Network.
"The previous strongholds of Blackwood were all destroyed in the turmoil, and we lost a lot of brothers and sisters." Baliu said to the girl, "Now there are only three strongholds in the whole of Blackwood. This is the one in the north, and the others are in the south and west."
The bell in front of the counter began to shake violently, and along with the ringing of the bell, a file bag wrapped in brown paper was thrown down from the window.
"That's it." Baliu nodded and asked Hitzfeld, "Do you have any other requests?"
"Have."
Hitzfeld picked up the file bag and tilted his head to look at the clock in the corner.
"I want to send Wayne a telegram."
Chapter 24 Means 2
Until Hitzfeld finished sending the telegram and came out, Bariu still hadn't figured out the purpose of her sending the telegram.
"Some things cannot be accurately described in words." Hitzfeld saw her confusion and took the initiative to explain, "For example, if you ask people in a certain place whether they have seen someone, if you don't ask them proactively, they probably won't remember it."
Baliu squinted at her for a long time, and only remembered to follow her when the Shelby dog started biting her ankle.
To be honest, she didn't like the young female detective.
This is a very strange thing. Baliu is sure that there is no conflict between herself and Hitzfeld, and the two will continue to be partners.
But she just had a feeling that Hitzfeld seemed to look down on her and thought that everything she did was childish.
Because that kind of gaze, that look, that leisurely, slightly amusing, but essentially "indifferent" expression, she had seen it too many times in the elders of the clan.
She should be younger than me...Does she really think that she can use that little experience to laugh at me?
Secretly angry, Baliu decided not to talk to her again unless necessary.
Then she realized things were getting out of control.
Hitzfeld did not return to the hotel as soon as he had expected to study Aman's information and formulate a new strategy for solving the case based on it. Instead, he leisurely wandered along both sides of the railway track.
She walked very leisurely, sometimes running to the left intersection to look around, and sometimes stopping at the right intersection. Her one blue eye was always looking into the distance, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After walking like this for almost an hour, Baliu finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Mainly because of the silly girl next to her, whose name is Ashley.
Baliu originally expected Ashley to speak up for her, asking questions like "Why are you doing this?" and "What is your purpose in doing this?", so that she could just sit back and reap the benefits.
In the end, Ashley really didn't ask! What a fool! Did she trust this person unconditionally?
"Ah~" Hitzfeld responded to the question, "Didn't I tell you before? I'm looking for someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
“The one everyone wants to find.”
Passing by the dazed tree girl, Hitzfeld took off his hat and brushed off the floating snow on it, then crossed over a layer of snow with a crunching sound and crossed diagonally to the other side. In front of him was a six-story building with a light sign on.
"Good morning, Miss." The receptionist's eyes lit up when he saw her, and his squinting eyes quickly swept over the two people and the dog behind her, "Excuse me, who are you..."
"I don't stay in the hotel, nor do I eat." Hitzfield took out his detective ID from his pocket, "Hitzfield Office, entrusted by Sheriff Rand to investigate the Reising Company... Yes, the case that happened on the railroad next to us."
As soon as these words came out, the waiter's expression suddenly changed: "Well, I have to go inside and ask for instructions..."
"I'll wait here." Hitzfeld nodded and watched the man leave in a hurry.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Bariwu finally caught up with him on the snow. She looked up at the sign above and said, "Red Leaf Hotel? What do you want to do by running here?"
"Didn't your elders tell you that guards shouldn't talk so much?" Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes at her.
"Being too intimate will make outsiders mistakenly think that I am your friend." Baliwu did not think he was wrong. "They will not suspect that I am a bodyguard or something like that. This will actually help my work!"
"If you want to do your job well, talk less and watch more." Hitzfeld didn't bother to care about her crooked logic. When she saw the waiter leading a man back, she immediately turned around to greet him.
"But Miss Aisuen-Hitzfeld?" The visitor perked up when he saw her, and walked up to her quickly and bowed deeply.
Not until he stood upright again did Hitzfeld have a chance to get a good look at him.
He is a little over 170cm tall, with black hair that must have been dyed.
His face was thin, his body was thin, his eye bags and face skin were sagging, he must be at least fifty years old.
"This is our in-house manager, Mr. Paul Sieff." The waiter introduced her in a low voice, then turned to the man politely, "This is Miss Aisuen Hitzfeld."
"I know." Siev waved his hand. "Those legends... at least in this circle, Miss Hitzfeld is a household name."
He bowed humbly again: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
The Red Leaf Hotel also has a bar business. Working in a place where information flows most intensively, he certainly knows what is happening on the nearby railway line.
If Hitzfeld was the only one, he wouldn't be so humble, but Sheriff Rand was indeed handling this case these two days, and he couldn't ignore the pressure.
"I want to check the list of tenants above the fourth floor of the Red Leaf Hotel within a month." Hitzfeld said directly, "I think for a big brand like the Red Leaf Hotel, you should verify the identity of the tenants, right?"
"...Of course!" Siev said reluctantly, "After all, that kind of thing happened a few years ago... We won't let those guys with unknown identities in!"
He's just bullshitting.
Baliu watched coldly and felt that anyone could see that this man was lying.
Although she didn't go out often, she knew that a store of this level would not be able to verify the identity of the tenants in accordance with regulations.
The only stores that can really do this are probably those in the wealthy areas of Wayne. In other places, unless the store has connections with certain officials and must ensure safety, it is basically impossible to do so.
Siev took them in and after searching backstage for a while, he finally found a tattered list.
Hitzfeld began to look through the roster, while Siev and the waiter were wiping their sweat beside him.
Because this list is really just a list. It does record the names of each tenant, but are those names real or fake? They dare not guarantee it at all.
Hitzfeld read slowly, and she noticed that some names had small notes below them, describing their attire. Some of the notes also included their body shape and appearance.
She pointed to the markings and asked Siev what they were about, and Siev said that was a measure taken to deal with the situation.
"Well... you know, places like hotels have a large flow of people, and some not-so-clean people often sneak in. This is very difficult to avoid..."
Siev said, his tone sounding quite cautious.
"So I told them that if they think someone is suspicious or looks like there might be something wrong, they should try to write down their features so that they can provide information when the police come."
“A very smart move.”
"Thank you for the compliment!"
After flipping through the list, Hitzfeld stuffed the thing into Barliu's hand, turned around to find Lily, squatted down and stroked her silky fur.
Lily didn't understand what she meant, so she came over and tried to lick her face, but she pushed her away in disgust.
"Let's go to the fourth floor." The girl stood up and made a decision. "I want to check all the rooms from the fourth floor up... Is there any problem?"
Siev didn't dare to ask any questions.
Fortunately, these people also knew that they should not disturb the tenants at will. They ignored the rooms that were already occupied, but checked all the vacant rooms, even those that had just been checked out.
Siev didn't understand what was worth investigating, and he couldn't see any connection between his shop and the murders on the railway line.
Bariu, wearing a mask, helped him to answer the question: "Why start from the fourth floor?"
She didn't understand what the girl's judgment was based on.
Why can’t the first, second and third floors be used?
Hitzfeld glanced at her, quickly opened the door of an empty room, walked to the window, picked up the key, unlocked the iron gate, pushed open the gate and window, and made a gesture to invite her in.
"look by youself."
Baliu and Ashley looked at each other, and almost at the same time ran to the window and looked down.
