It was indeed hard for them to imagine that such a mysterious family were all mortals... But Hitzfeld had visited there many times, and she knew that this was true, and that those who lived in the manor were indeed mortals.
At least it seems so.
"The Corpse Stitcher has the means to protect mortals..."
"The Hitzfeld family is not considered extraordinary, but is also within his protection."
"Whatever other secrets the manor hides, he can protect them, so their plan was predicted..."
"They ultimately failed, and all the participants were wiped out. Only Tit-Felham found an opportunity to leave this scroll of dead spirits before he died, and wrote this [Warning] at the end..."
He lowered his head to look at the last paragraph of the torn page again, staring at the sentence [Don't go to Bernmauz... Don't go to the manor in the western suburbs of there...] for a long time, then Hitzfeld raised his hand and rubbed his brows.
To be honest, she thought this inference was a bit ridiculous.
Being able to sense anything a mortal is thinking about, isn't this ability too exaggerated?
Is he a superman? His hearing is so strong that he can hear all the whispers in the world?
"Oh!"
She patted the parchment scroll.
I almost forgot about that book.
The book "Deciphering the Aristocracy: 1000 Most Respected Ancient Clans".
This book contains two doubts.
The first doubt: Based on what she had seen in her nightmare, the Corpse Stitcher had consulted this book while writing the threatening letter. And in her memory, Hitzfell Manor also had this book.
Could the place she saw be in the manor? Was he a guest there?
The Stitcher may not be a member of Hitzfeld, but could he be related to her family? This would explain why he was able to so accurately cut off the conspiracy against the manor?
If he happened to live there, then the Gate of Life and others' attack on the manor would undoubtedly affect him personally. She felt that this guess was more reliable, using this as the basis for launching divination-type abilities.
The second doubt: "Deciphering the Nobility - 1000 Most Respected Ancient Families" - This book records all the extinct families. The Hitzfeld family should be a special case because this family is so special, but why was he able to find "Felham" in this book when he was writing the letter - how could he find this surname?
Fareham had not yet been destroyed.
It shouldn't be included, but it can be found in the book.
The corpse stitcher even had to rely on this book to correct typos, she remembered this clearly.
This object that reversed cause and effect and time reminded her of the blood of God.
So that book is also special?
If that's the case, then it can't be copied into so many copies... But in the flashback projection, Fali also had a copy in her hand. How should this be explained?
Headache.
His left eye had been twitching in its socket since he woke up. Hitzfeld simply put down the paper roll, drank some water, and leaned back on the pillow, closing his eyes to rest.
There was an itch on my cheek, and a sticky and wet feeling.
"Lily——"
She knew what was going on without opening her eyes. She turned her head and grabbed the big dog's collar.
She opened her eyes and saw that it was indeed the dog trying to lick her. Now that he couldn't lick her, he was still unhappy and moved his body around in her arms.
"You're useless."
"get out."
Kicking the dog off the bed, Hitzfeld rubbed the dog's saliva on the bedding, picked up the clothes next to him and put them on under the quilt.
It was getting brighter, and Baliu had not come back for a long time. She was worried, so she decided to get dressed and take a walk.
There might not be heaters in the corridor or in the front carriage, so to be on the safe side she put on three layers of pantyhose, which made her slender calves look fatter.
Then she put on a shirt, a wool vest, and finally a long black skirt, and put her feet into the boots and fastened the straps.
Done.
I stamped my feet and felt good.
There were footsteps outside the door.
She looked up, the door opened, and Baliu came back with a pack of newspapers.
Wrapped in the newspaper were baked sweet potatoes and baked potatoes. She said this was the breakfast prepared by the people in front.
Hitzfeld went to the opposite bed and shook Ashley awake, and the three of them gathered around the fireplace and started eating, discussing the next arrangements while eating.
"Aman and his people must hope that this train can go all the way to the port of Nanxinze."
Baliu chewed a sweet potato and spoke incoherently.
"Impossible." Hitzfeld rejected it outright.
"We're running low on fuel, and we're probably running low on sand too."
"That's right." Baliu nodded and brought some bad news: "I just went to the boiler room to check, and the sheriff told me that the sand is almost finished. We may not even be able to drive to the next stop. We have to get off the car for the last section of the road."
"Are you kidding me?"
Ashley was happily eating potatoes with Lily, but was stunned when she heard this.
Get off and go?
She looked out the window and saw the world was still vast and desolate.
In this blizzard?
"Wang?"
Of course Lily didn't understand what they were saying, but she was very good at observing people's expressions. She noticed that Ashley was stunned and her chewing was no longer enjoyable, so she stood there shaking her ears in a somewhat uneasy manner.
"I'm not kidding." Baliu raised an eyebrow. "We've studied the map. It's not far from here to the next city. If the suspension bridge ahead can be passed, we can get there before noon."
"Isn't it risky?" Hitzfeld asked.
"There is a risk... The bridge has been hit by a blizzard for several days. If we count the previous period and there is still rain and snow, the track on the bridge may be covered with thick ice. It is too dangerous to walk on it without enough sand."
“What if we can’t walk across the bridge?”
"Then we have to take a detour. First, go down the mountain, go down to the bottom of the hillside, then climb up, climb over a hill and you will get there." Baliu gave precise information: "It will take a long time, and we probably won't be able to find them until after nine o'clock in the evening."
"It's a bridge after all—" Ashley disagreed, "Can't people just cross it?"
"That's a hollow structure." Baliwu looked at it dimly, "Even professional maintenance personnel wouldn't dare to go there in this kind of weather. Are you sure you want to take the risk?"
"In no mood!"
Ashley immediately simulated rattling.
"Let's take a detour!"
"You're spineless." Hitzfeld kicked her from below, "You're still a member of the Sky Hunter Team, are you afraid of heights?"
"I'm not afraid of heights..." Ashley shrank her neck, "I'm afraid of the cold..."
After discussing some plans, Hitzfeld finally knew why Baliu had been gone for so long.
She must have discussed it with Sheriff Rand and the others for a long time, otherwise she wouldn't know it so comprehensively.
"How are the others resting?"
"It's fine except that it's a bit cold." Baliu nodded.
"It's a pity that you didn't see it...those men slept in each other's arms."
"Then Aman——"
"Ah, he has a maid."
At this point, Baliu and Hitzfeld looked at each other and laughed at each other.
"What are you laughing at?"
Ashley was puzzled and kept asking questions for a long time.
"What on earth are you laughing at?"
Hitzfeld made up some excuse to get rid of her and turned to call Baliu.
"Baliu."
"Ok?"
"If... I mean if... there is something that is supposed to be 'unique', but it appears in the hands of someone who shouldn't have it, what do you think will happen?"
"Shouldn't have it? You mean the hostile forces?"
"Something like that."
"That's the conspiracy." Baliu answered quickly and naturally.
"Throw it to the enemy to make them relax and pass on wrong information... We often deal with evildoers in this way."
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Chapter 64: Amber Files
"Why do you suddenly ask this?"
After answering casually, Bariu reacted and looked at Hitzfeld with some suspicion.
"Nothing." Hitzfeld interrupted, "Let's go and see Mrs. Charles first."
Mrs. Charles and Bella lived in carriage No. 2 like them. After knocking on the door, they saw a haggard face. At the same time, some warm smoke and mist escaped from the room, which allowed Hitzfeld to quickly determine where the other person's haggardness came from.
The winter night was too cold, and it was a luxury to use the heater normally without the help of the flight attendant. Mrs. Charles obviously didn't get much rest last night, and she wanted her daughter to sleep warmly.
After briefly asking about the other party's situation, on the way to carriage No. 3, several people looked unhappy.
When Leon counted the number of people, he did not include the mother and daughter and the prisoner Bilis, so there were actually 13 people on the train.
Most of these 13 people are in good health. If they are eventually forced to abandon the front of the car and walk for more than ten hours in the snow to reach their destination, although this will be difficult for them, they can get through it if they grit their teeth.
"But what about her and Bella?" Hitzfeld asked Barriu. "It's obvious that she didn't get enough rest. Do you plan to let her walk with Bella in the mountains? In this weather?"
Baliwu frowned and said nothing.
She knew that what Hitzfeld said was too light, because the prisoner Bilis's physical condition was probably not optimistic.
He was the least popular and least loved character here. Don't expect anyone to light a stove to keep him warm, so he must have been freezing last night.
So what should we do in this situation?
A haggard woman, a young child, and a prisoner who was most likely sick.
Yes, Bilis was a murderer—or at least an accomplice, no one here liked him and even wanted him dead. But even if they applied the emergency regulations and "dealt with" him directly, they couldn't drag the first two away too quickly.
“That’s the problem…”
After opening the door wrapped in a quilt, Leon heard the purpose of their visit. He yawned, took the baked potato handed to him by Baliu, and took a bite of it.
"You didn't sleep last night?" Baliu stared at him with a frown.
"He's half asleep, right?" Li Ang motioned them to look at the heater, then pointed at the bearded man who was still snoring: "...He also risked his life to help you in the beginning."
That's Boris, the owner of the Soaring Bird Inn.
When they decided to escape by train, they unexpectedly couldn't find the conductor. If Boris hadn't come in and helped them pry open the lock of the boiler room, they might not have been able to escape.
As a result, Boris himself broke his arm and has been lying down since he got on the car.
Barrie looked back at Hitzfeld and found that the girl was also looking at her.
Both of them saw each other's helplessness: what Li Ang did was indeed right, but this meant that one more person did not get enough rest, and the plan to abandon the car had another twist.
Even if they finally adopted this plan, they certainly couldn't leave immediately. At the very least, they would have to rest in the carriage for half a day, which would undoubtedly greatly delay their arrival at the destination.
After saying goodbye to Le Ang and telling him to make the best use of his time and get some more sleep, they went to see Bilis again and discovered that this annoying guy was surprisingly tough. He was tied up like this and only covered with a thin blanket but he didn't get any cold at all, and his voice wasn't even nasal.
"Detective! Detective! Let me go!" Bilis began to nag as soon as he saw Hitzfeld, wriggling on the bed like a caterpillar, "I know I was wrong... I shouldn't have been with them... I confessed everything... I am with you now, don't treat me like this... At least give me another quilt..."
