"You'll know if you take a closer look."
He made room for Xia Yibing to get closer and observe more closely.
"..."
She frowned slightly.
Indeed...not the same.
The tattoo of the Silver Wolf Gang is an ordinary wolf head. Because the hair is grayish white, it is called the Silver Wolf.
In this tattoo, not only is the wolf's hair darker in color, but there is also an opening in the middle of its mouth, which forms a cross together with the normal grinning opening. It looks very evil and weird.
"Slit-Mouth Wolf..."
Ethan heard her voice shaking.
"Telegram back immediately."
“We need more people.”
Chapter 25 Reply
"'The Slit-Mouth Wolf is a man-made evil creature.'"
Inside the room, Hitzfeld read out the sentence in a dry tone, similar to that of a junior high school student reading an English text.
"'Compared to naturally hatched nightmares, its bloodthirstiness is greatly enhanced. When they are preparing to attack, they will lower their heads, stare at their prey with their eyes cross-eyed, and at the same time, their four lips - each of which is covered with sharp teeth - will wriggle like octopus tentacles, making sounds similar to steel friction and some whimpers. If you encounter a split-mouthed wolf at midnight, you must recognize its danger. It runs as fast as the wind and can even run on the wall regardless of the terrain. The most important and terrifying thing is that we still cannot be sure whether the split-mouthed wolf is a solitary animal or a social animal..."
After reading this, Hitzfeld grinned somewhat exaggeratedly.
Such a dangerous thing is written as if you have really seen it.
And how could such a book be published? The king of Sara Kingdom must be so eager for the people to not even know about nightmares that he would allow such a thing to be published and spread panic?
She turned to the first page and decided to see who the author of this strange book was.
"Evil Creatures and Nightmares, 1941, published by the Wayne Royal Library, author: Lilith Dawson."
"Specially marked: Internal consultation copy, no circulation, no sale."
"That's pretty much it..."
Muttering something, the girl turned back and continued reading.
In terms of spoken language, she was fluent in Sarawak, so fluent that she even thought in Sarawak, and at first she didn't even realize that she was not speaking English or Chinese.
But she still has a lot of room for improvement in writing and reading. This kind of complex, long introduction-filled but very interesting book is just right for her at this stage.
"Slit-Mouth Wolf..."
After reading this passage with the help of a dictionary, Hitzfeld carefully wrote down the words "slit-mouthed wolf" in his notebook, memorizing them as he wrote.
The book says that this thing was artificially cultivated by the Eclipse Church, half nightmare, half living thing. In order to distinguish it from nightmare, a special branch of evil creatures is listed. So the "nightmare man" she met should also be an evil creature.
After all, Ethan said that Nightmare Man is also a man-made product.
There was a doorbell ringing downstairs.
"Here I come!" Hitzfeld was cheered up, and ran down without showing any energy. Sure enough, after opening the door, he saw the deputy captain of Team 17.
"I'm here to bring you something." Ethan pulled his hat to her politely, holding an object wrapped in newspaper and a letter.
The object looked like a bloated L, and it must be the Prang pistol she had been thinking about. But the letter...
"Well... Actually, it's like this." Ethan was a little embarrassed. "My colleague and I had some disputes about the issue of rotten blood and corpse oil. He told me that corpse oil is actually not something unbearable. For example, corpse oil is added to the highest-grade perfumes..."
"0vφ?" Hitzfeld didn't understand, but she was shocked.
"And when I was investigating the environment earlier, I remembered there was a perfume shop across the street, so we went there... ahem! To do some on-site inspection."
"Then I came back from there and was stopped by a postman when I passed by the post office. He asked me to help deliver the letter."
"Thank you then." Hitzfeld certainly remembered helping his wife deliver the letter.
But I actually got a reply on Monday morning...
She secretly complained in her heart that the lady's friend did have a very good relationship with her.
But what she is more concerned about now is——
"The results of it?"
"…What is the result?"
"You asked Mr. Shao Li? What did he say? Did they have perfume in their store that was added with corpse oil?"
Hitzfeld was genuinely curious.
Could it be that the principle of perfume is the same as that of stinky tofu?
Can the most stinky smell smell good?
"He swore to us very seriously in front of a customer that there was absolutely no perfume in his store that contained corpse oil."
Ethan couldn't help but smile a gloating smile.
"But after that person left, he said that there are indeed perfumes that contain corpse oil... but they are all truly high-end products that would never appear on Flo Street. You can't find them even if you search the entire Bridge Street area."
"In short, it's just a bunch of professional terms. We don't understand them even if you tell us. It seems that corpse oil is an extremely precious material in this industry. Only the most senior perfume makers are qualified to apply for it."
"It's amazing..."
The girl sighed.
Then she heard Ethan say, "Good morning, ma'am."
She quickly separated the package from the letter, hid the package behind her skirt with one hand, and turned around. She also bowed to the visitor: "Ma'am, good morning."
"What are you doing here?"
Mrs. Gree was wearing a serious black dress as usual, and she stared at Ethan through her glasses with a pair of stern eyes.
"Delivering a letter." Ethan looked at the letter that the girl had placed in front of her skirt, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Now that the letter has been delivered, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
After Ethan left, the lady took the girl to the study on the third floor.
"sit down."
she ordered.
"Open the letter and read it to me."
"!??"
what did she say?
Hitzfeld wondered what he had heard.
Many customs and habits in this damn place are different from those on Earth, but common sense is mostly the same.
Opening other people's letters and reading them is also very rude here, right?
"To test your learning progress."
The lady said naturally.
"Read it."
"By the way, no dictionaries allowed."
That's almost true...
After some hesitation, the girl finally opened the envelope in front of her lady.
She looked at the envelope before opening it, and sure enough, the recipient's address was written on it: No. 12, Xindian Road, Xindian District.
...exactly the same handwriting as the one she had seen in the light.
Whenever she thought of this, she couldn't help but think of the woman who turned around.
How could she...how could she look exactly like Mrs. Glee?
"'I ... know ... the date on which the letter will be delivered ... Monday morning'."
She began to read the letter haltingly.
Most of the content was nonsense, saying that he was living a good life and had harmonious relations with his neighbors.
But at the end, the content of the letter changes dramatically.
"'...I heard that you adopted a child. I'm curious...I want to see her.'"
"'Here's your ticket to Port Weyne, and your toll'."
"'Departure time, Monday at 19:20'."
"'Hope, we can meet soon.'"
Hitzfeld was speechless at first.
Then he shook the envelope, and several pieces of paper floated out.
One is a train ticket with the departure location, departure time and approximate arrival time written on the front. It also specifically states that it is a bedroom, and meals are free and fruit is provided.
On the reverse is an ink landscape painting, with the words “The 18th Century” and “The 19th Century” stamped on both sides.
Others are a few banknotes.
Hitzfeld counted them carefully, and they were:
Copper Baker with denominations of 11, 22, 55 and 110.
Khaki color, 2 pieces of each denomination.
Silver Goli with a face value of 55 and 110.
Green, 2 pieces of each denomination.
"..."
She was completely stunned.
Well, she now understands the currency system of this country, and knows that 11 copper becquerels = 1 silver goli, and 11 silver golirels = 1 gold selas...
Then, through simple mental arithmetic, we can roughly conclude that the total value of these banknotes is more than 4300 Beckers.
4300 bec...travel expenses?
Josela only charges 38 becquerels for a half-day trip.
With so much money, I'm afraid I can buy his life...
Chapter 26 First Encounter
After recovering from the shock, Hitzfeld realized that he had underestimated Joseph.
If business was good, Joseph could earn more than 50 becquerels a day. No matter how exaggerated 4000 becquerels was, he should be able to save that much after working for a year, but it was far from enough to buy his life.
Of course, the premise is that he can continue to have business and the market for the horse-drawn carriage industry will not suffer further impact from four-wheeled cars.
To be honest, this is difficult, because according to the newspaper news she has read in the past few days, the news about the riots in the south has been very confusing.
"do you want to go?"
The lady's words woke her up.
"Uh, well..."
Hitzfeld hesitated.
"There's no need to hesitate," the lady said. "I heard the noise this morning. It seems that they have caught the suspects of those murders. There will be no more accidents on Flo Street for a long time to come."
Ah... I haven't said anything yet, can Madam tell that I'm worried about her?
Hitzfeld couldn't help but think of the time when they first met and the lady had almost dug out all her secrets through deduction.
Is it pure observation or is it combined with intuition?
She didn't even know that I sneaked out to help catch the criminal. She was too sensitive.
"Well," the girl bowed as etiquette required, "I'll try to be back before Thursday."
