Walking through the narrow brick streets, Jorah and Flag were led by the crying girl to a relatively clean and tidy house inside.
The entire building is 3 stories high, and the exterior walls have been newly painted with light red paint. You can see a few scantily clad women standing at the door of nearby houses, focusing on Jorah and his party, and between the houses next to them.
In the corridor, a man and a woman were shaking against each other in the shadows.
"The prisoner you are talking about is here, isn't he, Miss Charlotte Lacey?"
Jorah's voice was so loud that everyone around him could hear it clearly. The guests who were about to put their arms around the woman for entertainment also came closer to look at the excitement.
"Yes, he's in there."
"Okay, Flagg, please be polite. Go and ask first so that you don't say I deliberately stirred up trouble later. Everything will follow the procedure."
Flagg comforted Charlotte Lacey beside him and knocked on the shiny brown door. The person who opened the door was a petite girl wearing heavy makeup and thin clothes. You could vaguely see her clothes and face shape inside.
She had regular features, heavy makeup covering up her original delicacy, dark blond hair, and gray-green eyes. When she saw Charlotte standing outside, she glanced back nervously.
"Charlotte, go away quickly, why are you coming back? There must be a chance to leave here." The girl looked at the stairs inside from time to time, urging Charlotte to leave quickly.
"Nancy, you don't have to be afraid. These two are police officers. They will help us deliver justice." Charlotte rubbed her eyes and stood on the side of the door.
The girl named Nancy glanced at Jorah and Flagg angrily, and then spoke to Charlotte in a low voice. "What's the use of the police? The chief even got into my bed last night. Otherwise, he just wants me."
Spend money?”
Then he looked at Jorah and the two, "Don't come here to play these little tricks to deceive my sister. It's already very difficult for her. Free is impossible, so I can just commit suicide. I can give you half the price. Hurry up and take Charlotte."
Please leave, I beg you."
Nancy was a little anxious and looked behind her from time to time. Flagg took out his inspector's certificate and showed it to her, but Nancy obviously didn't know how to read and tilted her head.
"Don't worry, I have a higher rank than the chief of the police here, and we are really here to investigate. We suspect that Moritz is hiding a fugitive who escaped some time ago. This lady is our key witness, and we will protect it.
her."
Flagg explained to Nancy politely. He saw the panic of the girl in front of him, and the man in the aisle next to him came out with his pants lifted. When he saw a few people at the door, especially Charlotte in the middle, he smiled and spoke.
"Charlotte, just think about it. Now that you know how to help bring customers to the store, don't think about leaving in the future, and don't think about contradicting boss Moritz. Please come in."
"Do I look like that kind of person?"
Jorah punched the man and knocked him unconscious to the ground. Several men scattered around gathered here. The man who was driving away some homeless people by the wall also came over with a stick in his hand.
Footsteps sounded in the room, followed by a slight hoarse voice.
"Nancy, what took you so long? The guests are impatient to wait. Go back quickly. Who is outside?"
Jorah pulled out the slightly panicked Nancy and stuffed it into Flagg's place. She kicked open the back door and saw Moritz walking out. He was tall, with white powder on his face. He looked to be in his forties.
so.
"Charlotte, is this the helper you found? It seems that the lesson I gave you was not enough, and you also led Nancy astray. Those tramps should like you very much."
"Mr. Moritz, it's not like that, listen to me...
Nancy wanted to say something, but was shocked by Jorah who had already mentioned Moritz and walked out. At that moment, Jorah punched Moritz down and lifted him out, with a pirate's ferocity about him.
, looking at the people gathered outside, he sneered, these people really can't change their ways of eating shit.
"We are inspectors from Langeburg in the Autonomous Principality of Faroe. Now we suspect that Moritz is a fugitive. Let me see how many accomplices he has."
Flagg took out his ID and opened it. Those people saw it and did not dare to approach. Moritz, who was still being lifted up, quickly spoke.
"Two Mr. Inspectors, I think you have misunderstood. We have always abided by the law. How could we harbor fugitives?"
"Could it be that I made a mistake?"
Jorah stopped him with one sentence, and Moritz winked at the people around him, asking them to rush for reinforcements. Those people also scattered and fled.
"Two Mr. Inspectors, why don't we go in and talk about it? This won't solve the problem."
"Then let's see what you say."
Jorah put down Moritz. Although he was half a head shorter than Moritz, he was still a strong man in Sequence 7, so Madam Ququ didn't take him seriously. Moritz put away his usual arrogance and treated him respectfully.
He led the two of them in. Only when he looked at Charlotte behind him did his eyes return to their usual look.
Bang! A loud slap sounded, and a red palm print appeared on half of Moritz's face. Jorah retracted the slap and pointed at Charlotte and Nancy behind him.
"I will protect them from now on. Don't let me hear any rumors, otherwise I will come back and beat you half to death even if I don't catch the fugitives. I'm not afraid of you anymore than the backstage. There is the entire Church of Knowledge standing behind me. Don't give it to me."
Playing tricks."
Flagg was a little shocked when he saw this scene. He definitely wouldn't be able to do it. These things are very common here. He has been in the navy for so long and has been timid. For the sake of his future, he is not as good as Jorah who has the kind of bloody spirit. In the end,
The important thing is not to leave any evidence behind, and you will know how to use your own advantages. If you dare to scold the church, it will directly judge you as a heretic, so that you will not even be able to find your fault.
A few homeless people on the wall farther outside, after listening to the conversation, patted their butts and left. Among them, the one who looked more energetic said to the one who was a little depressed.
"Go back and tell the envoy that it is not appropriate for officials to take action. You can go and relax for a day."
The people who were a little depressed immediately became energetic after hearing this, and quickly ran towards their destination. The remaining people rummaged through the garbage, continued walking slowly, and naturally left here.
Jorah stood at the door of a room, looking at the men and women leaning against each other inside. This was the last room. Since it was an excuse to check for fugitives, it had to be done well.
"You continue." He closed the door behind him and returned to the lounge below with Flagg and Moritz. The smell of inferior perfume was very strong, but Jorah could get used to the harsh environment at sea, so it had little effect.
"Mr. Jorah, Mr. Flagg, you see, I really don't have any fugitives here." Moritz was a little aggrieved and bent down.
"Do you have a license to operate?"
"Of course, this is a legal business."
"I heard that you beat someone and were suspected of robbery."
"That's because Charlotte doesn't work well. It's just a small punishment. You two want to take a rest. You can choose from among them. I'll treat you."
"Although the fugitive cannot be found, he may still be hiding in other places. For this reason, I will watch you for a while and hope you will cooperate with us. And don't let me see you beating someone, otherwise I will beat you back.
"
Moritz's face turned green. He didn't expect that the uncle he couldn't afford to mess with came. Now he could only hope that the police chief who could come could solve this matter.
I didn’t expect that Charlotte’s life would be so good. I would have sold her to the island to be the wife of the fishermen. I originally thought that I would wait for her to give in and come back to continue working. Nancy, the cash cow, is going to be gone. She is the most beautiful person here.
Outstanding.
"Of course, I'll arrange a place for you, and Charlotte and Nancy will also come to accompany you." Moritz had no choice but to grit his teeth and settle the matter.
"Are we like that kind of people? Let them come over quickly."
Jorah waved his hand and told Moritz Kleimann to go and get things done quickly. This guy was really smart and would give up when it was time to give up. No wonder he was able to run the business.
"Jorah, this is not good for you!"
Flagg was a little worried whether this guy would still act like a pirate, which would bring trouble to the church.
"You think too much. Am I that kind of person? Let them sing for us. It just relieves the fatigue of the past few days. It is easy to lose control if you are always tense like this. We still have sacred vows to complete.
!" Jorah burst into tears as he spoke. He was not lucky at all, and still returned to this prison.
"Sorry, I thought you were that kind of...
"Think they are those pirates who rush at women when they see them? Come on, we slept in the same room for six years at least. Don't you understand who I am?"
Nancy and Charlotte, who had just come in, were shocked when they heard this. They leaned against the door panel and looked at the two of them with some fear. They heard the second half of what Jorah said and wondered whether the two people in front of them had some special hobbies.
"What are you thinking! Back then, this guy and I studied at Mauerbronn Theological Seminary for a few years. It was not that kind of relationship. Also, wash the makeup off your face. It's not good for your face. Okay.
If you don’t learn, your optics will be bad.”
Charlotte took Nancy to the bathroom inside to deal with her makeup. Flag looked at Jorah in amusement.
"I didn't expect you to be as interesting as you were back then. It's a pity that no one can understand you, so you went to the sea. The teachers there also regretted that they lost an outstanding student."
"How can those people who are immersed in knowledge all day know the life and death of people outside? I really can't stand it anymore. It's better now, let's continue the dream of the past!"
"You can go back and take a look. Emma should still be there. She will be very happy to see you."
"Whose Emma is it? There are so many Emmas, how do I know which one it is?"
"you really are!
After cleaning their faces, Nancy and Charlotte came out. Nancy's face had a little more delicate look and looked okay. When she saw the two of them, she was about to take off her clothes, but Jorah quickly stopped her.
she.
"Just chat and sing with us. It's been a long time since I heard the folk songs from my hometown. It's better to let them torture me. I'm sorry, there's only so much I can do. If that guy is still oppressing you, come and tell me.
I'll call you back."
Charlotte and Nancy stood there holding each other's hands, tears streaming down their cheeks.
