"Hitzfeld?"
Darent was stunned to see the girl actually walking up with the shotgun aimed at her.
"You...what are you going to do?"
The farmer was also shocked and kept backing away with his gun in hand.
"I advise you to put away this useless antique."
Hitzfeld passed him directly and said at the same time:
"If you don't want to be pursued for certain crimes and don't want to be sent to the gallows, you'd better cooperate with my investigation."
Chapter 11 Pirates
As a relative of the farmer, Gebrina was unable to recover from his trance until he took the two men to an empty room on the second floor.
As for why there were only two people - Ms. Fister said she was going to the town to find a hotel alone, and left first in a carriage.
"What did you just say to my father?"
He couldn't help but ask the gray-haired girl.
He dared to swear on his chest that this was the first time he saw his father truly give in in front of outsiders.
Although he still had a stern face and looked very unhappy, the pale complexion and the brief fear and panic that he revealed at that moment were absolutely real.
"Just some mistakes that were forced upon me because I was young."
Hitzfeld looked nonchalant.
She used Darent as a laborer, commanding him to bring in the boxes and place them safely in the corner of the room.
There was a candle lit in the room, and with the help of the flickering flame, Hitzfeld roughly scanned the room.
Very narrow.
This is the first impression.
A bed, a table, a cabinet... basically all the furniture, and all of it is almost completely squeezed together.
The bed and the table are in zero distance. Turn sideways from the bed and insert your feet into the holes on the table - the bed then becomes a stool.
It's really hard for them to fit both of these things in...
"Has anyone lived here?"
Hitzfeld noticed that there was a pen holder on the table, and a stack of discarded manuscript paper on the corner of the table.
"Yes." Gebrina's lips moved for a while, "In fact, this is Johnny's room..."
"Huh?" Darent's eyes suddenly widened.
"Mr. Gebrina, this is where you are wrong."
"I……"
"This room with special meaning should be occupied by me... What do you think, Hitzfeld?"
The girl didn't say anything, but walked to the table and squatted down, supporting herself under the table with one hand and using the other hand to pull out the stack of papers.
Very dirty.
The bottom layer was covered with gray and black stains, and there were a lot of cloth and hair stuck in the gaps between the papers.
She gently twisted out a strand of hair and saw that it was brown-black.
But there are a few brown-red hairs mixed in, which are very conspicuous by contrast.
"Is there anyone in your family with hair of this color?" She turned around holding the hair.
"No." Gebrina shook his head and tried to explain: "But this doesn't mean anything, because Johnny sometimes brings some friends in..."
"There's nothing interesting in this room, man or woman?"
“…Both men and women have experienced this.”
Hitzfeld flipped through the manuscript and saw some strange and illogical formulas on it.
No, it's not even an equation, it's just a bunch of random numbers piled up together.
"Your brother also knows math?"
"Not really... His education level is not even as good as some children who haven't finished primary school. You don't have to worry about these numbers. Sometimes he smokes too much tobacco and has hallucinations, so he comes here to write and draw on paper."
"So you never cared about what he was writing or painting?"
"Of course, this kind of weird stuff... I guess he's calculating the gains from gambling."
It can be seen that Hitzfeld has established authority in Gebrina's heart.
Even though she was just a girl, and even though the questions she asked seemed illogical and unrelated, he always answered them patiently and as thoroughly as possible.
Darent was very unhappy.
I agreed to be the guide.
What the hell is this?
She doesn't need me to lead the way at all, doesn't that make me seem useless?
"Ahem!" He tried to shift the focus back to himself, "Have the police come to see this place?"
"I've seen it." Gebrina nodded, "But I just glanced at it. I don't care about details like this."
"A mediocre fellow."
Darent cursed under his breath.
"By the way, do you have a man named Dante Blum here?"
"Doctor Bram."
Gebrina answered in the affirmative.
"Have you heard of his name? He is a truly good man... Many poor people go to him for treatment without charging any money. We all know that with his abilities, he can make a living in a big city."
After chatting for a while, Gebrina came downstairs and said he would get them something to eat.
Hitzfeld and Darent were the only ones left in the room.
"…Did you point out that his father had done something bad?"
After a moment's silence, Darent asked her.
"Did you see that too?"
Hitzfeld looked at the man with a slightly raised lip.
"The rude father and son, and the unknown origins they kept silent about... these two points alone are enough to arouse suspicion."
"And the gun... It's not easy to get a hunting rifle like that in this rural area. And this house, this house is not cheap in Barvik..."
"If." He spread out one hand, "I mean if, if there was another family with this kind of power, and could teach someone as polite as Mr. Gebrina, and they said they were willing to stay here just to dig for gold, I would definitely not believe it."
"Mr. Gebrina certainly wasn't taught by his father and grandfather."
Hitzfeld nodded.
"It's most likely the mother or grandmother...which means they are well educated, unlike most of the local residents."
So here comes the problem.
A family with such a teacher, and she has raised at least one child like Mickey Gebrina.
This group will definitely not be content to stay in Barvik and wait for gold.
This happens either because the men in the family are too strong or because they know something - such as staying in Barvik is indeed a better option than moving away.
The reason behind this is very intriguing.
Maybe it was just that… a family member was involved in the case.
"They are pirates."
"……what?"
Darent was still in Nami, and Hitzfeld's conclusion alarmed him.
"Pirates? Why pirates?"
He frowned, and kept recalling the details from before.
Is there something else...that I haven't noticed?
"The rope that Jonah Gebrina had tied around his waist before was a very obvious 'sailor's knot'."
The girl said.
"And the way he holds the gun is different from anyone else. He holds it with the butt of the gun facing his chest... Only sailors who often use horizontal harpoons at sea will develop this habit."
"Does that alone mean they are pirates?"
Darent still wanted to be tough.
"No matter how you look at it..."
"Look where this is, Mr. Assistant."
Hitzfeld interrupted.
"This is Barvik, an abandoned mining basin in an earthquake zone."
"And now it's 1984, and the sea trade is so prosperous that anyone with some seafaring experience can find a good job in a port city."
"Then why do they come here to dig for gold? They are even unwilling to leave when the gold is gone?"
"The skills passed down by seamen are enough to allow boys in the family to go out and become independent. If someone like Gebrina were in Kuroki City, his child would probably be almost 10 years old... Why don't they do this? Why don't they talk about everything in the past?"
"What are they so afraid of? Isn't it obvious?"
"Ok."
Darent was really convinced.
“It is indeed very suspicious.”
"So are you going to take care of this?"
He leaned against the doorframe and watched Hitzfeld open the box and examine some of the items inside.
"I haven't received any commission to catch pirates."
Hitzfeld smiled at him.
"Let's go, Mr. Assistant."
"Before it's too late, I plan to go to that night road and take a look."
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There are 2 more updates to come.
I will gradually adjust the update time. I will try my best...
Chapter 12 Creating Terror
Under Gebrina's persuasion, Hitzfeld and Darent decided to stay and go out to check after they finished eating the food prepared by the host.
At the dinner table, they got a rough acquaintance with the family.
Jonah Gebrina, Mickey's father, sat there with a sullen face and said nothing.
Mrs. Gebrina, although she is old, she is still slim and elegant.
Chris Gebrina, Mickey Gebrina's younger brother, is currently unemployed.
There are also Helen and Lily, Mickey's sisters who work in the only spinning mill in town.
First they fixed their eyes on Mrs. Gebrina, then Hitzfeld and Darent turned around and looked at each other almost at the same time.
They both saw what was in each other's eyes: this person should be the client's trainer.
"My grandfather's name is Horus. He has an even weirder temper than my father and hates outsiders. Unless you make a big noise at home, don't even think about seeing him."
