Should we say that she is innocent or that she has a bad nature?
Hitzfeld covered his head, speechless.
Although she knew very well that Xia Yibing had never had any emotional experience and might be better than herself in this respect who had overcome her shyness, the former possibility was more likely.
After all, she had seen a lot of other people practice it.
But simply attributing these acts of bullying to human nature still... always made her feel uncomfortable for letting them off so easily.
Well, it's just like training a dog - if the dog makes a mistake, it must be beaten on the spot, it doesn't need to be beaten hard, but it must know that it is wrong - but every time Xia Yibing was not punished, but instead repeatedly received various "rewards".
This seems like an indulgence.
It was as if I was condoning her and tacitly approving her to do so.
Will it seem like I'm too unreserved?
Could she misunderstand me?
Hitzfeld was a little hesitant and conflicted. At this moment, she felt a wet and itchy touch on her palm. She turned her head and saw that the big dog had finished eating the meat pie and was licking her hand happily.
This thing really treated her as half its master. When it saw her looking at it, it immediately opened its mouth to reveal a silly, happy, and satisfied smile, and its tail swung wildly: "Woof woof!"
Hitzfeld suddenly had an idea.
"You will be the one taking care of Lily from now on."
"what?"
"Wangwu?"
Xia Yibing and the dog were both shocked.
"That's it." The more Hitzfeld thought about it, the more he thought this was a good idea.
You can regard it as a punishment to temper Xia's temper in this regard and prevent her from misunderstanding you; you can also keep her company so that she doesn't feel too lonely when working.
Besides, Xia is living in Villefort's office now, so his scent should still be there, and the dog must be happy to stay there.
"I reject!"
Xia Yibing's eyes widened. She didn't want to take care of this hateful beast.
"Wang Wang!"
The big dog also barked at the girl twice, turned its head and stared at Xia Yibing, grinning.
"Rejection invalid."
Hitzfeld snorted and sat on the sofa with one leg crossed.
"You can understand this as a test for you."
There are also tests...what a mess.
Xia Yibing looked at the dog, then at the black leather collar around the girl's delicate neck, and frowned uncertainly.
It should not be.
It's not what she thought, right?
"If you think about those impolite things again, don't talk to me again."
Xia Yibing couldn’t feel it before.
But today, she finds having a girlfriend who is well versed in deduction to be a torment.
The girl's observation skills were so sharp that she could hardly hide any of her thoughts.
But she was in a state of confusion, novelty and excitement, unable to extricate herself, and it was difficult for her to control her random thoughts.
pain.
Quite painful.
Hitzfeld also noticed this. She handed the dog to Xia Yibing and went back to her room to change into a more conservative long skirt and put on her shoes and socks formally. When she returned to the lounge, she happened to run into Darent coming in.
The wooden young man was humming a little tune. The smile on his face and the twisting posture he walked reminded Hitzfeld of the imaginative Melody.
"What's so happy about it?"
She also thought of Walnut.
Ok……
Now that the case is over, it’s time to go back to the ancestral home to take a look.
"Other people are out there fighting and dying, but I stay at home and sleep in and still get paid. Isn't that enough to make me happy?"
Darent clapped his hands so hard that the big dog lying there was startled, and it stood up and bared its teeth at him.
"What is this."
Darent also saw the dog, frowned, and tentatively guessed, "Did you buy it for Ashley because you were afraid she would get bored?"
That would really be a two-way torture.
Hitzfeld imagined the scene, his lips almost becoming a squiggle.
No, it should be said that the two things torture the house together.
"I smell blood."
Xia Yibing frowned.
"Where are you from? The Pollution Inspection Department?"
"That's right!" After snapping his fingers, Darent sat down on the sofa.
"You guessed right... Another attack happened. A group of people just came back injured. It's really weird, isn't it? They make so much noise, as if they are looking for something..."
"and many more!"
Xia Yibing stopped him suddenly.
"What did you say? Looking for something?"
"?" Darent opened his mouth and frowned, "Don't you think so? If they were hiding and wanting to cause trouble, there would be no need for them to show up like this. Many conflicts were initiated by them, and this cannot be attributed to the investigators..."
"Aisun."
Xia Yibing turned to look at the girl.
"You think the same thing as me?"
"Ah."
Hitzfeld nodded slightly.
"Indeed, if that's the case, then the case that Vesta has been thinking about should have a clue."
"what?"
"Wang?"
Only Darent didn't understand, and he and the dog were both confused.
"You go see Chief Gunter," Hitzfeld turned to him, "and tell him we have a plan to lure those guys into a trap..."
"Forget it, I'll go by myself."
She was worried, so she stood up from the sofa, picked up her hat and ran out.
Chapter 87 Lurking
Late at night, a large group of people ambushed around the old house at No. 18 Huaining Street.
Almost every one of them is an expert at hiding, making full use of every location they can find: in the bushes, on trees, in chimneys, in houses... hiding their bodies flawlessly.
Hitzfeld was squatting behind the bushes in a plain black dress, listening to Prince Gaunt exchanging secret codes with the disguised agents at regular intervals, and was impressed by the number of experts within the Security Bureau.
If there was nothing wrong with her ears and eyes, there were quite a few people hiding in private houses, and the owners of the houses had not been informed in advance - and until now.
This meant that they had to live in the same houses as civilians and had to stay hidden no matter how they moved around.
It may not sound like a big deal, but don't forget that the Sara people are very alert after dark.
The houses on Flo Street not only have iron bars on the windows, but also iron doors in the corridors of each floor.
The situation in the royal capital was somewhat more relaxed due to Xi Yang's relationship, but there was no shortage of iron bars and iron doors.
After all, Huaining Street is a remote urban area. We cannot prevent evil spirits, but it is good to prevent thieves.
In this situation, just being able to sneak in is a big deal, not to mention having to change positions from time to time and make sure you are not discovered.
Hitzfeld couldn't do it herself, and she admired this skill.
"You rarely participate in such group actions, do you?"
A familiar scent wafted from the side.
It’s Xia Yibing.
This time she was not wearing a casual long windbreaker, but a black police uniform with a big hat on her head.
The neat uniform should have made some concessions in terms of chest size, but it was still bulging out because of her. In the darkness, the shadowy outline was particularly obvious.
With the help of the car lights sweeping down the street, Hitzfeld stared at her shorts and her two black silk legs, and his body shuddered.
The snow on the ground hasn't melted yet, it looks so beautiful and freezing just by looking at it.
But don't say it.
She looked up and glanced at the woman's face.
Xia looks better in this police hat than in any other hat or nothing at all.
Two strands of hair hang down from the side, and the shadow under the brim of the hat reveals a white, sharp and heroic face. From the side, you can also see a small ponytail stuck to the base of the hat.
Much more flavorful than usual.
"Cold?"
Seeing her trembling, Xia Yibing took the initiative to move forward and held the girl in her arms.
It wasn't even enough. The girl only felt a hand touching her face, and a low voice came from the darkness: "It's quite hot, what's going on..."
Xia Yibing didn't care too much. She held Hitzfeld in her arms again and began to explain the current layout based on her own experience.
Hitzfeld listened very carefully. After the explanation, she understood that the seemingly scattered distribution of personnel made sense. Just like in the forest, traps cannot be set too obviously. Too strict pockets will also deter prey.
"There are a lot of better positions that we haven't occupied, and they are all reserved for them."
"Don't worry about them slipping away if the pocket is not tied tightly, because this pocket is much bigger than what you see. If they dare to come in, they will never be able to escape."
He looked up at the woman.
For some reason, Hitzfeld found the woman very attractive at this moment.
"The arrangement is basically completed." Prince Gaunt also came over.
"If your speculation is correct..."
"I guarantee they will come." Hitzfeld interrupted him. "The recent riots of the Sunflower Reverse are obviously looking for something. Considering that they have already seized the Book of Roar and the Broken Sword Fragment, this target should also be a containment item, and its importance is even greater than those two."
"I know." Gant nodded. "I checked the records in the bureau, and nothing else matched. If such a thing really exists, it is most likely that Villefort himself hid it somewhere..."
Following this logic further, since there are enemy spies inside the Security Bureau, and they have just found Villefort's hometown - this news has already been known to the enemy.
Indeed, if he was one of those evil people, he would quickly come to the old house to search before anyone here could react. Setting up a trap for this was definitely a wise choice.
But he still felt puzzled.
If he wasn't afraid of alerting the evildoers, he would have sent hundreds of people into the old house right now and dug three feet underground to find the imaginary thing.
"Aesun." Daelent's head and a dog's head emerged from the bushes on the left. "Her Majesty asked me to ask if you are free. She wants to meet you privately."
"Is your face okay?"
"Well, they nourished me with the sap of a hundred-year-old tree."
Hitzfeld couldn't help but begin to imagine that they could all be considered trees, so it was hard to say whether this tonic was a real tonic.
"Your expression tells me you're thinking about something rude."
"No—why is Lily here?"
