"It seems that he didn't come here just for me."
"Well... Captain Carl will also be there..."
Joe Cole gritted his teeth and looked a little embarrassed.
No matter how famous the girl in front of him was, she was just a detective.
It is impossible to meet the district chief under normal circumstances.
The opportunity to meet her this time was also due to the convenience of the case - some people above were really impatient with the excessive demands she made, and wanted to meet with her to discuss whether there was room for maneuver.
Of course, this is the truth, but it never sounds good to say it out loud.
He simply played dumb.
Pretend not to understand the sarcasm in her words.
"Six-thirty, maybe. I'll be there on time."
Hitzfeld had no intention of making things difficult for this minor character.
"That's right, Sheriff Cole."
"Please give me your orders, miss."
"During this period, if someone offers you some particularly colorful fruit to eat, you'd better refuse it."
"Uh-huh?"
Joe Cole was stunned, not understanding what she meant at all.
"Kidding."
Hitzfeld smiled.
"Please do me a favor, by the way."
"……you say."
"I have a painting by Black-Sharon and I'm planning to hold an art salon."
"I hope you can help me contact the local nobleman."
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Chapter 54 Meeting
After confirming the appointment in the evening, Hitzfeld took Xia Yibing and plunged into the local second-hand market in Nanxinze.
To some extent, the second-hand market is an alternative black market. Three days is too long to wait for the information, so she wants to try to find some banned books that record the secret history of disasters.
The result was disappointing. Not to mention whether it was a secret history, not many people even knew the name of the city.
"Allwater" was a little better, as some black shop owners at least knew that there was such a completely declining northern town. But "West Grant", everyone said without exception that they had never heard of it.
Yes, although the story in "Dream City" is set in West Grant, the author Haytham did not mark the name of the city. Even those who have read the novel would not know such a secret.
"It's difficult for you to look up information this way." Xia Yibing was also trying to persuade her, "Except for businessmen, rich people, and people with nowhere else to go, no one cares what the outside world is like."
Hitzfeld understood what she was trying to say.
Gray fog invades, evil spirits wreak havoc. Every city needs a parish church with a stone carving to maintain law and order. In some remote towns and castles, nightmares often appear.
Even in theory, in the wilderness outside the city where nightmares do not exist due to the lack of human habitation, one may encounter man-eating beasts and evil creatures.
In such an environment, ordinary people don't want to go out and die.
For people living in cities, being able to live and work in peace and contentment, and finding ways to continuously seek a better quality of life within this area, is all they need to pursue in their lives.
What happened in the outside world, whether there were any changes on the map, people died in certain places, as long as it did not affect oneself, it would just be a topic of conversation after dinner.
So if you want to learn about West Grant through these people...they don’t even know where West Grant is, or whether there really is such a place, so what can they get out of them?
In Xia Yibing's opinion, Hitzfeld was wasting his time.
The truly valuable information is in the hands of high-ranking officials and special professionals in a city, such as various secret agents. Intelligence involving high value requires considerable authority.
Hitzfeld actually understood this principle.
But what else could she do?
There are quite a few people in the Holy Fruit Society, and as time goes by, more and more people will eat the fruit, and their number of members will increase dramatically.
It is unrealistic to capture these people without the cooperation of the entire city.
It's not like she hadn't thought about taking action in private, but the example of yesterday was there. Doing so would be useless except to alert the organization behind the Holy Fruit Society and make them even more vigilant.
After all, not everyone is Bock-Winril. It was so strange that he decided to run away and also sent her a precious painting.
Unfortunately, I can only fall asleep at certain times.
Hitzfeld felt very sorry about this.
If we really talk about the efficiency of collecting information, libraries, second-hand markets, black bookstores... even if you add them all together, they are not as good as the few fruits in Harry's library.
In this way, the two of them strolled all the way in Nanxinze.
While searching for clues, you can also fully experience the customs and culture of this port city.
Just before 6 o'clock, Joe Cole's giant beetle found them again.
Hitzfeld didn't ask if they were being watched, but got into the car and allowed the South Sinze sheriff to take him to the city hall building.
As he approached, Hitzfeld saw a row of ragged people sitting against the wall across the street, three or four people gathered together, eating bread and reading a newspaper together in the light of the street lamps.
"What's the situation with those people?" she asked softly.
"Poor guys." Joe Cole also saw them and his face frowned a little.
"I don't want to pay the electricity bill, and I don't want to burn oil or candles, so I pick up old newspapers that others have discarded after reading them every day..."
"Don't be fooled by these people, Miss Hitzfeld." Joe Cole added, "These people cannot represent the style of South Xinze. Even if the real South Xinze is not as prosperous as Wayne, it is still very beautiful when it is bustling."
Hitzfeld frowned slightly and did not respond.
After passing the sentry post, the car stopped at the steps.
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing got out of the car, first looked at their watches, and then looked at the tall building in front of them.
At 6:35, it was already dark.
The building in front of me has seven floors in total. Not only are there lights on every floor, but there are also many flashing colored lights hanging outside the building.
"What's with those colored lights?" Hitzfeld looked at the short sheriff.
"Oh, that's... recently the city decided to... uh, give out rewards for certain situations and hold a cultural festival that can continue."
"Cultural Festival? So this is to celebrate the first one."
"should be."
"I see."
Hitzfeld stared at the colored lights, squinted his eyes, and nodded slightly.
Entering the magnificent hall and stepping onto the bright red velvet carpet, Hitzfeld, accompanied by two female soldiers in grass-green military uniforms, came to a metal door and stood there. He watched them operate the protruding buttons for a while, and soon he felt the ground shake, and the metal door opened to both sides.
Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing, Joe Cole, and the two female soldiers entered the elevator together. The door closed and took them directly to the top floor.
"Is Archbishop Jones here yet?"
Hitzfeld asked as he admired the paintings hanging on the wall of the elevator.
"The district chief has arrived."
A female soldier answered.
"We are going to the meeting room on the seventh floor now."
"I see."
Joe Cole next to him had a changing expression.
He always felt like something was wrong.
This young female detective appears to be delicate, weak and harmless, so why is it that she exudes such a shocking aura during the conversation?
An average girl...
Not to mention the girl, no matter who it was, even himself, it would be impossible for him to be so calm and composed when entering this building for the first time.
To develop this kind of confidence and aura, one must at least be from a wealthy family, and must have vision and experience.
Is there another identity she is hiding?
Hitzfeld didn't know what Joe Cole was thinking.
As for being calm and composed...
The decoration of the municipal building was not as good as the three-star hotel she stayed in in her previous life.
surprise?
It’s a small scene, okay.
"Om-"
The door of the meeting room was pushed open inward.
Hitzfeld saw three people sitting inside.
Pondich.
Carl.
And a short-haired old man wearing a white robe and a bulky necklace.
"Ms. Hitzfeld and Miss Xia are here!"
Seeing them come in, Pandichi immediately stood up to greet them.
Carl was somewhat reluctant, but he stood up and nodded to them.
Only the short-haired old man was still sitting.
He looked at me straight.
Chapter 55 Dispute
Feka-Jones, Archbishop, Head of the Southern District of the Diocese of Sinze, even higher in administrative rank than Panditch, the Chief Executive.
To be frank, in the city of Nanxinze, he basically had the final say. Even Pandichi did not dare to go against his will.
As this man looked at Hitzfeld, Hitzfeld was also looking at him.
The skin is pink and white.
Very few wrinkles.
When he sat upright, his belly was slightly protruding, making him look a little plump. Overall, he was probably in his early fifties, which was relatively young for the power he held.
Glancing left and right, Hitzfeld found four more Flint Knights in the four corners of the room.
Unlike captains like Carl who walked around without armor every day, they were all fully armored. From head to toe, they looked like they were wrapped in a thick steel can, and were "stronger" than any heavily armored knight Hitzfeld had ever seen.
The reason for this is probably because these armors have to be equipped with power reactors.
Each of them held a two-meter-tall long-handled iron hammer. A sharp blade was welded around the outer edge of the hammer. It should be the "Kelward Crusher" war hammer recorded in the data.
The hammer head of this thing can spin as fast as a gyroscope. When it is activated during a battle, whether it is swung or smashed, or even just held against the enemy during a wrestling match and started to spin, it can cause huge damage.
There are four of these humanoid tanks.
Standing in the room, the floor didn't collapse. It seems that the quality of this building is really good.
Nodding in his heart, Hitzfeld understood why Carl hardly wore armor.
She was distracted here, while Pondich had finished his polite words and was introducing Fecar-Jones to her in a serious manner.
