"What time is it now?" She couldn't wait to know what happened next, "Why did I fall asleep...Where's Ashley?"
"It was less than eight hours since you killed that thing," Bariu said. "You tried to use developer to deal with it... but you fainted. We all think that you were entangled by something left by that thing... something that might be related to evil. Ashley and I took you away before the nearby residents surrounded the place. Rand-Ann is leading people to deal with the pile of scrap metal. I think this matter will give him a headache."
"As for Ashley, she didn't eat anything all day. After I came back, I asked Leon to take her downstairs to eat, but I was worried about you - my job is to protect you."
"...You and Leon know each other?"
Hitzfeld noticed that she didn't call out for Agent Cornerell like everyone else.
"We've known each other for a long time."
When he said this, there was some resentment on Baliu's tree man's face.
"He never mentioned it to you?"
"His fiancée's name is Baliu-Rome."
Chapter 33 A Past Event
After concise and effective communication, Hitzfeld quickly figured out what the situation was.
Basically, Baliu told Leon everything that happened to them and the reasoning she made at the Red Leaf Hotel.
Li Ang said that he also had his own channels to contact the royal capital to see if he could send more manpower - because it was easy to tell from the robot that this was no longer an ordinary murder case, and there might be the shadow of the solar eclipse behind it.
The most important thing may still involve Aman. They killed Yanke-Templey from the beginning and never thought of taking him back alive, which shows that their first goal was to kill him.
You have to know that before today, not many people thought that this case involved evildoers... No one even paid attention to this train before the dead body was found. They had many opportunities to kidnap people without anyone noticing, and a missing person in a winter would not attract much attention.
Who knows where he went? In many places, when it snowed, you couldn’t even see people on half the street, and the accumulated snow would cover up footprints, so even if you wanted to find someone, you would face great difficulties.
But they still chose to kill, which shows that they must have mistaken Tompley for Aman. It can also be roughly determined that Aman - or Aman and his servants - have information that is enough to make the evildoers uneasy.
"I contacted the root network again." Baliu said, "Her Majesty the Tree Ring responded to me personally. She said that a team of tree warriors would arrive soon and asked us to stabilize the situation and confirm whether the two dead people were Aman first."
"So that's it," Hitzfeld asked.
She had been unconscious for less than 8 hours... that meant at least 7 hours. This was enough time for Li Ang and the others to examine the body again. She believed that Nian Lun must have conveyed some personal characteristics of Aman during that exchange.
"Neither of them." Baliu shook his head. "Templi is not Aman, and Papaconi is not Aman either. Temple and he are somewhat similar in stature and appearance. They are both Goliaths, and both have long hands... Papaconi is completely different. And Aman's biggest feature is that there is a mole on the tip of his chin from the middle of his lips. These two do not have the corresponding features."
"I have to give you a test, Detective."
Before Hitzfeld could think about what this information meant when put together, Bariu sighed and said to her.
Hitzfeld saw her take out a small bottle from her bosom, which contained some pink and white crumbs.
"I'm not possessed by any evil spirit or demon." The girl frowned. "I thought you knew... the Devourer is special in this regard."
"But it's impossible for an insomniac to fall into a coma after using the developer once, right?" Bariu retorted, "Besides, you were just watching and not drinking the drug... It's okay, detective, it's just a simple test, don't make it difficult for me."
Hitzfeld had nothing to say. She had to admit that the other party was right. Even she herself couldn't figure out why she was like that.
The testing process was indeed simple. It involved bringing the bottle close to her, suspending it around her head and swinging it back and forth to see if the debris inside reacted.
There should be some kind of psychic material in there, and a more advanced one that can respond to different types of supernatural powers.
When the bottle got close to the girl's left eye, the debris inside began to jump and fly, creating a small blizzard in the bottle.
There was no reaction when he got close to other places, so Baliu was quite satisfied with this and quickly took the bottle back.
"I want to go down and interrogate the suspect." Hitzfeld said dryly, "I am sure I can solve this case first - and then I will accompany you to find Aman."
"No hurry." Bariwu shook his head. "You know, the person is already dead, and you are involved in a case like this. Before you are sure that you are fully recovered... I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Did she force you to do this?" The girl was really puzzled.
In her opinion, she and Baliu didn't know each other before. Even if their adventure together made him regard her as a friend, he wouldn't care about her so much, right?
"This is her hard condition for going to the island." Baliwu admitted it and glanced at the girl. "You two have a good relationship."
From her tone and expression, it was obvious that she had something else in mind.
Hitzfeld took a breath and tried not to argue.
At this time, the more I explain, the more suspicious it will appear. Instead, I will just ignore it - they should already know that I and Xia Neng are using swordplay together. It is normal for them to have a close relationship, and no one can make any rash comments.
In this way, all work was forced to be postponed. Baliu promised to watch over her all night, and if Hitzfeld's characteristics as a God Devourer could return to normal by tomorrow day, that is, he could not sleep, she would agree to lift this restriction on movement.
Hitzfeld wasn't happy, but he understood their concerns.
Compared with the secrets that Aman was carrying, let alone the fact that only two people died on Line 4, even if all the people on the entire train were dead, their first priority would not be to close the case.
At this moment, the person who has the best hope of finding Aman - or tracking down that group of evil followers - is Aisun Hitzfell. Without knowing whether she is cursed by the Centaur corpses, they dare not let her go out and wander.
"A lot of police officers from Blackwood have been transferred here to take care of and guard the place." Bariwu was still trying to comfort her. "Don't worry, those people are of no value to them."
"Or you can tell me your guess and I'll tell Leon to do it."
"I mean, if you're sure the murderer of those two people is among them..."
"I still want to do it myself." Hitzfeld smiled and rejected her.
Are you greedy for merit?
Barrie frowned.
In her opinion, her proposal was the best option. There was only one possibility why Hitzfeld was unwilling to do so, which was that she did not want to share the credit with others and wanted to highlight herself as much as possible.
Judging from the information, she is not that kind of person, so does she want to be an official?
She already has enough fame, and everyone here respects her, so her merits are of only these uses.
Hitzfeld was visibly distracted.
She could feel that something was wrong with her.
Although she woke up, the drowsiness caused by the high fever had not completely gone away, and she still felt unwell.
The most obvious pain was in her head, where she would suddenly feel a sharp pain from time to time, and then the pain would last for a long time. Every time, she had to pinch the flesh on her index finger with her thumb to endure it.
Maybe taking a shower would be better, but there are no conditions for a hot shower here.
The frozen and cracked water pipes still hadn't been repaired, otherwise Baliu wouldn't have put the kettle on the stove - she clearly saw three water bottles lined up against the wall, which should have contained hot water.
"We're on our way back."
Close your eyes and bury your head in the pillow as much as possible, Hitzfeld whispered.
"Is there anything unusual in other places in Blackwood?"
"No." Baliwu shook his head, "They never showed up again."
"Where do you think they came from?"
"Goli!" Baliu seemed very sure, "Goli's northern lord Mokaili is most likely his subordinate!"
"Tell me about this Mo Keli."
"He is one of the many lords of Goliath, ruling a territory in the north of Goliath," said Bariu. "Before today, we all thought he was a servant of Aman. He is the only one of the lords of Goliath who admits that he is still a subject of Plantagenet."
"Then why did he betray him?"
"Goli's evil disaster caused other lords to lose their territories and were forced to flee to Mokeli's territory. At this time, his territory was basically the last refuge there. Perhaps he recruited the armies of many lords in the process, and his ambitions grew along with his power."
"He wants to establish himself as king?" Hitzfeld opened his eyes. "Is Sarah willing?"
"No one knows what His Majesty is thinking." Baliu shook his head.
"So what do you think?"
"I don't agree."
"why."
"Angelo is a member of the Sea God's clan, and they had an alliance with our Tree People in ancient times."
Baliu's reason was straightforward.
"I know that it doesn't matter to the human kingdom of this land who rules Goli, but we are different. We are very sentimental."
"So would you mind telling me about your past relationship with him?"
"What—" Bariu stared.
"What do you mean, Detective?"
"Tell me about Leon."
Hitzfeld felt that his headache was almost unbearable and he was desperate to find some fun to divert his attention.
"Tell me how you two developed."
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Chapter 34: A Past Event 2
"I'm going to change my mind about you, Hitzfeld." Bariu looked at her with a strange look in his eyes. "I didn't expect you to like joining in this kind of fun."
"You are not an ordinary tree man either." Hitzfell closed his eyes and sighed.
At least she had never seen any tree man develop a romantic relationship with a human. She had never heard of it. It was unheard of.
"If you really want to know... there's nothing I can't tell you." Bariu sat down on the bed, took a deep breath, and looked at the window glass. "I first met him in the library. I happened to be assigned there for guard duty..."
"What is the guard duty?"
"All tree people pull their roots out of the soil for the first time before they reach adulthood. At this time, we can indeed move our limbs freely, but before we truly reach adulthood, this freedom is limited."
"So your duty is to assign you an area where you can move freely within a limited range, so that you can get familiar with your legs and feet, and learn how to live independently in human society."
"It's almost what you understand." Baliu nodded, "I'm lucky. The area I drew is in the library, and the time is only fifteen years..."
"What did you say?" Hitzfeld suddenly opened his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating.
"I said that the area I drew is in the library - that is, our headquarters, the clock tower library. You should be familiar with it?"
"I said the latter sentence."
"Only fifteen years?" Baliu smiled. "I know what you want to ask, but fifteen years is really not a long time for us. It depends mainly on the different tree species. The devil vine has a relatively strong adaptability."
Hitzfeld suddenly felt that this matter was not just gossip, it also involved some operating mechanisms within the tree people.
"So you've been working as a receptionist in the library for the past fifteen years?" she asked. "You couldn't leave, so Leon came to find you?"
"He didn't come—or he never came."
"I did not understand."
"Until we first met six years ago, we had always communicated through letters." Bariu curled her lips, "I remember it very clearly... A little tree man who had just gained freedom was forced to move around in a limited area. Every day, he could only accept various book borrowing and returning services in the small open space surrounded by the tall bar counter and use this to practice his spoken English. From time to time, he had to act as a switchboard for others and report on the various messages he received."
"You can imagine how boring that kind of life is? To be honest, it's not much better than lying like this all the time. The most ironic thing is that as a person who loves reading, I can't find time at all - even though I actually work in the world's largest library."
Hitzfeld imagined that kind of day and found it truly terrifying.
However, she learned this information not out of sheer curiosity, but to distract herself and relieve her headache. So her thoughts quickly strayed, and she began to think that the staff behind the bar were all child laborers...
"I thought I would continue to live like this until I finished my duty." Baliu's voice was a little ethereal. "At most, I would read more books during my breaks to relieve my boredom. Just then, I received a letter."
"The sender's name is Leon Cornerell. He first praised our library in a rigid and rigorous way, and then asked me very politely, 'Can I borrow any valuable paper books here?'"
"I completely understand why he asked that," she said, "because in the first year when I started this job, many people who came to borrow books were actually targeting those low-level people..."
"Oh, sorry." She paused. "I shouldn't say that... but I've read your information. You've been to Nanxinze... The newspaper war is very interesting... so you should know the history of the development of popular novels. They really became popular that year."
"You're talking about the sinking movement that broke out in the spring of 1963." Hitzfeld accurately called out the year data, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Sinking movement, no matter what this word meant in the previous life, it has an additional meaning here: it refers to a cluster activity that broke out in the spring of 1963.
It was caused by the fact that conservative forces in society denied secular novels for quite a long time, belittling them as "frivolous, vulgar, and poisonous things that only poor people read."
In fact, no one said anything about this at the beginning, because even the poor themselves are self-aware and know that the vulgar, love-themed, and even pornographic things they watch are destined to never become classics, and they don't care.
But the market has its own rules. How many people are willing to pay for a book? People's hands don't lie. In addition, the economy was bad during that period, and many best-selling authors considered changing their direction and writing books that were more in line with the market.
They were blocked because a significant number of people in positions of authority within the church system thought this was unwise and even tried to introduce legislation to radically restrict this behavior.
This angered the writers, who united to write letters to the royal family, to the central diocese, and to gather in public to publicly publicize their demand that "literary works should properly settle to the bottom, so that pure flowers can bloom in the mud."
The sinking movement was ultimately a great success, and the bill suppressing popular literature was repealed. This certainly removed a layer of shackles from writing, but it was not a good thing at the beginning.
