After he finished breathing and regained his breath, Xing Ze continued to press: "Tell me, what does Mateo want to say to me?"
"You...you are a devil." Alger cursed feebly.
"You are still a whistleblower, Judas." Xing Ze said sarcastically, "Come on, Alger, tell me so I don't have to promote you again."
"I...I do, do know something. But...but I need...a guarantee. I need you to promise not to kill me."
"Of course, after all, I'm not a real devil, right, Alger." Xing Ze tried his best to show a friendly smile.
"There were two Aurors. Two Aurors came to the hotel. They booked a room and stayed there for half a month."
"Auror?"
"That's right." Alger nodded.
Xing Ze took out the "Key to the Door" and found the portraits of the two missing Aurors, "These two?"
"No...yes, ahem, it's them."
"How did you figure out they were Aurors?"
Alger's face twitched, "They wear top hats and suits, even on such a hot day..."
"I understand." Xing Ze waved his hand to stop him, and secretly cursed those two Aurors for being idiots.
If you want an Auror to take off his formal clothes, dress up like a tramp and sneak into the ground to investigate, then you might as well try to get a sow to climb a tree.
Compared with the Muggle world, the wizarding world is rigid and conservative, and it is difficult for most people who grow up in this environment to get rid of the arrogance and self-esteem engraved in their bones in a short period of time.
"You said they booked a room?"
"Yes, a medium-priced room, they rented it for a month."
"Waxyoulian asked you to spy on them?"
"No, he sent other people, but they occasionally talked about things when they came to drink. They seemed to be investigating the Oil Gang. But I didn't hear much. They... they like to go to Mateo. I
I don’t know why?”
That's because your acting skills are poor, just like now. Xing Ze reached out and slapped Alger, "Do you think I'm an idiot, huh? Mateo is dead. Although I can't find the murderer, I know it's you
You told me the secret, and then you told me that Mateo knew better, damn you."
Alger took a deep breath and cried pitifully: "It's you...it's you who asked me what Mateo wanted to tell you."
"What?!" Xing Ze was stunned for a second, "I have to say, Alger, you just showed me how stupid a person can be."
He punched the bartender in the abdomen again, and then said in a deep voice: "But I don't think you are that stupid. You are stalling for time, right? Who will come to save you? The Oil Gang? The Undertaker? Ah—
-Alger, I don’t like people who are trying to be clever..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, there's more, there's more," Alger shouted, "there's a woman, black hair, white, she's been to the rooms of those two Aurors."
A white woman with black hair? Xing Ze frowned. Well, is this mysterious woman also an Auror?
"This information is worthless. There are so many black-haired white women in the entire wizarding world."
Alger thought quickly and said: "There is a woman named Naya, or Nadi. In short, she is the new sweetheart with a waxy face, and she is at Sweet Home. Something happened to her that night.
,I saw..."
Blood mist exploded in front of Xing Ze's eyes. Before the next gunshot sounded, he put on armor to protect himself as quickly as possible, but the bullet penetrated the magic and left a scar on Xing Ze's right shoulder.
A hole.
"Grass!" Xing Ze roared in a low voice, and then the force of the shot rolled into the woods behind him. The next moment, the bullet flew over his head and hit a maple tree in the distance.
He chose a strong cypress tree as cover. After taking a breath, he looked at his right shoulder. Blood continued to pour out of the wound, the collarbone and shoulder blade were broken, and the entire right hand was basically useless.
Xing Ze reluctantly took out the healing potion from the ring, picked up a branch from the ground and bit it in his mouth, then poured the healing potion on the wound. The branch rattled when he bit it, and the severe pain made his body feel numb.
He twitched consciously. No matter how powerful St. Mungo's healing potion was, it was still a bit reluctant to face a wound of this level. Xing Ze took out gauze to block the wound. Fortunately, Blue Beak recovered his wand.
The concealment spell and armor protection didn't work. The other party was obviously prepared. Why didn't they kill me in the alley instead of here?
His brain turned quickly and he gave up all the protection spells and instead cast a fog spell.
When the fog thickened, he stood up and followed Blue Beak out of the woods. The pain from the wound made him unable to concentrate on using Apparition.
So, after finding the road, he quickly drew a symbol with his wand, and the next second, a double-decker bus was in front of him like the wind.
Xing Ze quickly got on the bus and told the conductor that he was going to St. Mungo's. The conductor was a lean guy. He took the money and threw a ticket to Xing Ze.
"Is there anyone after you?" he asked. "Man, you look bad."
"What a fucking day." Xing Ze smiled bitterly. The rickety bus and the stinging wounds almost made him dizzy. Fortunately, the Knight Bus was fast enough, and St. Mungo's arrived quickly.
Xing Ze was glad that his head was still clear, and the conductor didn't ask too many questions. He got out of the car and stumbled towards the closed Qingzhen Department Store.
He was treated by the night shift therapist of the Equipment Accident Department, a middle-aged man who was almost completely bald. Mrs. Bailey at the information desk in the waiting room called him Mr. Weber.
"I'm very curious, Mr. Xing...Xingze." Weber asked while patiently using magic to treat the wound, "How did you cause your wound?"
"The gun, to be precise, hiss - it's a sniper rifle." Xing Ze gritted his teeth and replied. The anesthetic took effect and the pain was relieved a lot.
He could have aimed at my head, but he didn't. Why? Xing Ze asked himself.
"Gun?" Weber raised his head and glanced at Xing Ze doubtfully, "This is interesting. It is difficult for Muggle weapons to penetrate magic."
After saying this, he temporarily stopped what he was doing, stood up, walked to the medical equipment cabinet, and took out a small box.
"Dr. Weber? Oh, I should call you..."
"It doesn't matter." Weber waved his hand, "Whether it's a doctor or a therapist, it's just a title. Many Muggles and mixed-blood wizards who come for treatment will also call us doctors, so don't mind."
"Okay, what's that in your hand?"
The doctor opened the box and found some black powder inside, "a test powder."
"To test what?"
Weber did not answer, but picked up some powder and applied it on the wound. A slight burning sensation came, and Xing Ze couldn't help but frown. He looked at his wound, and the black powder sizzled.