A gust of cold wind blew across the table, causing the flames in the lampstand to sway violently.
At this time, Sandra moved her eyes away from the file and looked at the corner of the room - and sure enough, a wooden window was pushed open by the strong evening wind at some point, revealing a corner of the night.
As a master-level warrior, she no longer needs to sleep six to eight hours a day like ordinary people. Two hours of rest a day is enough for her. She usually spends this time on strength and sword skills training, but
In recent days, she has rarely devoted all her energy to investigating the incident.
However, after being busy for a while, Sandra still found nothing.
The fortune teller seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. No matter they were gang boys or local residents, they all said that they had never seen this person, and only a handful of people even knew about the fortune telling house. She also entrusted the West City Police Department to participate, and she also
She visited nearby neighborhoods many times, hoping to track down some clues - after all, she didn't expect to capture the other party at once, but she had to at least touch the other party's tail, but the results were still disappointing.
She even doubted whether such a person really existed in Glory Castle.
Sandra stood up and walked to the window that was blown open by the wind. The night view of the city was lackluster, and the sky was always shrouded in clouds and mist. She suddenly felt nostalgic for the nights in the old continent.
Just as she was about to bolt the window again, a moving fire caught the corner of her eye.
Sandela was slightly startled. Looking down at the city from the height of the observation tower, theoretically you can only see street lights as weak as fireflies, and they have to be in the streets and alleys close to the tower.
For the first time, she saw that the firelight at night did not appear in the form of dots.
But Sandra quickly realized that it was not a normal light, but a house somewhere on fire.
This is not a big deal. Brilliant Castle is a seaport city, and the water canals are well built. It is not difficult to put out the fire. Besides, firefighting is also one of the responsibilities of the city guard. She has always attached great importance to it and has not slackened on the training. She thinks it will not take long.
The fire brigade will rush to the scene.
But out of curiosity, Sandra picked up the telescope and pointed it in the direction of the fire.
This closer look made her heart skip a beat!
It was not a private house that caught fire, but the Grand Theater on Golden Street! Through the telescope, you can clearly see the unique outline of the theater and the cross decoration on the roof burning in the flames. Just a week ago, the Sinclair Theater hosted
The second prince and his party did not expect to be caught in a sea of fire tonight.
At the same time, Sandra also noticed that there were no traces of fire next to the theater, only this building was emitting thick smoke. This sight aroused her strong doubts, because the Grand Theater would also be guarded at night.
It’s unlikely that this place has been burned and no one has dealt with it. Since it wasn’t involved in the surrounding fires, the answer is readily apparent.
Nine times out of ten it was deliberately set on fire!
But why would anyone want to burn such a harmless and famous building?
For some reason, Sandra suddenly thought of the disappeared fortune teller.
Could this matter be related to cultists?
Thinking of this, she had no intention of staying in the tower anymore. Putting on her windbreaker, she hurried to the bottom of the tower and woke up the adjutant who was sleeping on the first floor.
"Sir...you are going to the fire scene?" The latter looked confused, "This kind of thing is not worthy of your special attention..."
"We're not going to put out the fire." Sandra interrupted.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Gather a group of city guards and ask them to bring weapons." She replied in a deep voice, "Let's go catch the arsonist."
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"Drink this and you will feel better."
Judy brought a bowl of hot soup and delivered it to Dan who was lying in bed.
After the latter finished drinking, he took a long breath and his face seemed to be quite rosy.
"I didn't know you had such a hiding place." Judy looked around and couldn't help but sigh. Although this house is located deep in the alley, the internal space is not small at all. The design of three bedrooms and one living room is enough.
Use it as a formal residence.
"In our industry, you have to be careful." Dan En smiled bitterly, "It's just that I didn't expect that I would be caught on the road this time. How is the situation outside?"
"There are always the sounds of cars and horses running on the street, and the fire alarm is ringing intermittently. I dare not go out to inquire, but no one should notice here."
"Well... the horses and vehicles were probably operated by the City Guards. After all, there was such a big fire, and the Sinclair Theater was burned down..." Dann put down the bowl and sat back on the bed again, "As long as there is no fire tonight,
If someone comes to our door, we can probably just hide away."
"What are your plans next?" Judy looked back at the other person, her tone full of softness.
This sentence made Dane a little silent for a moment. After a while, he said, "Gust is right, the Jedi Brothers newspaper would not dare to publish these news. When the storm subsides a little, I may return to the Old Continent.
Well... the Chengbei Police Department will definitely search for my whereabouts secretly, and I don’t want to implicate you."
Looking at Judy's worried expression, he forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I can't expose them here. Is there nothing I can do against them when I go back there? No one can keep hiding the truth. This account will eventually be recorded
The real culprit is you..."
At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, "You said you found a private detective... Are the people who broke into the theater also the detective's subordinates?"
"I...actually don't know very well." Judy rubbed her head, "Mr. Chao never told me to track down the details. This time he also came unexpectedly and asked me to prepare a carriage and wait by the theater until he said it was time.
He took me with him and broke in through the main entrance of the theater. When passing the ticket hall, we bumped into the police officers who escaped, and the gun was snatched from one of them."
"Then what exactly did you promise him?" Dan asked in an unusually awkward tone, "I mean...reward. He can't help you for no reason..."
"Five hundred thalels."
"that's it?"
"What do you mean, that's all!" Judy said dissatisfied, "That's a salary I can earn in five years!"
"To the average person, it's impressive, but you don't know what kind of character you're looking for..." Dann closed his eyes and couldn't help but think of the scenes in the Grand Theater. Are those people just the detective's assistants?
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a dead soldier! He has no fear in the face of swords, guns and fire, and is determined to complete the task even if he is killed. Such a person cannot be measured by a few bags of coins. The Chengbei Police Department did suffer heavy losses, but those people
Isn't it true? Only two of the six people survived in the end. How much energy and money would it take to train four more such dead soldiers?
Such a price is definitely not something a newspaper reporter can bear.
"Judy...are you sure you don't have anything else? Tell me the truth!"
Judy hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "The other party also needs some...willing power."