The imagined man did not make the woman wait long. Soon, she heard a series of muffled thumping sounds coming from outside again.
That was probably the sound of the remaining few people being knocked down and lying down. Xia Yibing swallowed hard, thought about it, clenched the gun in her hand, pressed the door handle hard and opened the door.
The halo of light shone on her face and she was forced to squint.
But she could still see clearly, a man's shadow was shrouded in the halo... It was a formally dressed man with curly hair. He stood straight at the door, his body stiff, his face looked extremely dull, and only the whites of his eyes were visible when he opened them.
Xia Yibing didn't know much about sleepwalking, but she felt that even if a normal person was sleepwalking, they would either not open their eyes at all, or if they opened their eyes, there would be no way that only the whites of their eyes would be visible.
The other party seemed to be trapped in a strange state... mysterious and dangerous - especially she could detect... something moving in the shadow behind the man.
It was a strange elongated shadow, because Niang-Polis was holding a candlestick in his hand, and the halo shone from the front and back of him, and his shadow was stretched long and projected onto the wall and ceiling diagonally opposite. When Xia Yibing noticed them, she saw something squirming retracting into the shadow... and she didn't think what she just saw was an illusion.
At least, the five bodies lying behind Mr. Boris were proof that he was not as simple as he seemed.
"Don't be impulsive... Mr. County Magistrate." Xia Yibing held the gun and aimed at the man's head. "No matter who you are, no matter whether you can understand or not, if you dare to take a step forward... you will definitely die."
She kept telling herself that she was prepared for the worst - which was to shoot the man in the head.
Even though it might be manslaughter, she didn't have time to prove her guess. If she was the only one here, she might take the risk, but with Hitzfeld behind her, she didn't want to take any risks.
The Sheriff of Metz, who seemed to be sleepwalking, did not respond to the threats.
Fortunately, he did not try to cross the threshold. He just stood at the door for a long time, holding the candlestick, and staring at the woman with his eyes that only had the whites of his eyes.
This picture alone was enough to make one's scalp tingle. Xia Yibing persisted for a while but couldn't stand it anymore, so she started to try... aiming the gun with only her right hand, and pulling the door next to her with her left hand.
He touched the door, but Boris didn't respond.
She began to move the door forward, but Boris still didn't respond.
Slowly moving away, making sure that Boris was probably not "looking" at her at all, the woman held her breath and closed the door.
There was still no movement outside the door.
It seemed that the sleepwalking Mr. Boris had no idea what he was doing. He might just want to stay at the door, or even want to help keep watch for them.
"..." When this thought emerged from the bottom of her heart, Xia Yibing knew that her guess might be correct.
She hesitated for a moment and suddenly opened the door again.
Mr. Polis had disappeared.
Not only was he gone, but the body on the floor was gone, too. All that was left was the candlestick on the far wall—a platform shelf there—and the flickering flame of the flame.
The next morning, Hitzfeld woke up, sat up and stretched.
She felt that she had a very good sleep and had hardly any dreams. She only vaguely heard a voice calling her, murmuring her name.
But this was child's play for her... She had been living her life listening to whispers in the void, and this level of sneaky noises would be automatically classified by her as white noise. When they were dense, they would have the same sleep-inducing effect as the sound of rain.
Then she looked up and saw Xia Yibing leaning against the side, her head half tilted against the wall, with a weapon in each hand.
what's the situation?
She was stunned for a moment, then reached out to shake the woman awake, watching her jump out of bed, and shook her head in surprise: "So you are having a nightmare?"
"If the reality of Metz can be considered a nightmare..." Xia Yibing yawned involuntarily when she heard the word nightmare, and then quickly shook her head to wake herself up: "You definitely don't know what I discovered."
Hitzfeld had no idea what she had done.
She had expected that...she expected that the woman might not sleep at night for safety reasons, but she couldn't think of what else she could do besides staying in the room.
But she was still patient. She waited until Xixus turned over again at the opposite corner of the bed and Xia Yibing had finished washing and came out of the bathroom before asking, "... Did you go out?"
"No, I never left the room," the woman replied.
"So you said you found something?"
"We can't say we've discovered it yet, it's just a guess..." Xia Yibing nodded, then suddenly smiled as she spoke.
She felt that this scene and dialogue looked familiar, as if she had taken over Hitzfeld's job, and the confused girl at this moment was just like herself in the past.
Ah, but she was forced to do it...she had to rest last night.
So am I taking advantage of a loophole?
That’s not right… I can do a lot of things, I just react a little slower than her.
"What are you talking about?" The doctor's complaint came from the bedside.
"It's so noisy...can't you speak a little more quietly?"
She has always been rather spoiled because she is not easy to die. She finally has such a soft mattress to lie on, and she plans to sleep a little longer.
"Chatting..." Xia Yibing looked at the curtains, and saw the iron fence outside the window glass through the gap in the curtains. She nodded slightly, "I know where they are hiding."
The lethality of this sentence is astonishing.
Even after the three of them had washed, combed their hair, put on their clothes, and even finished eating the food brought by Butler Reese, Sixus was still thinking hard.
"Let me confirm again, you said you knew where Eugenico Bofei was hiding?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure they weren't caught?"
"determine."
"You are not kidding me? Or are you confused because of a dream last night?"
"I'm sure it's not."
“…I can’t think of it!”
Xixus gritted his teeth and finally began to doubt his own IQ.
"I don't believe it! You said you didn't go out last night! That's impossible!"
"It's not impossible..." Hitzfeld thought.
"Mr. Boris said yesterday that he would sleepwalk. Plus, the Necromancers might sneak into this house at night... Xia must have heard some noise outside."
These are all pieces of information that are clearly visible on the surface, but it is impossible to confirm where Eugenie is based on these alone.
Is there something I missed?
fragrance?
odor?
I haven't smelled anything since yesterday...
Whether it was Butler Reese or Mr. Boris, both of them were very clean and had no fragrance or odor.
and many more.
Could it be——
On Saturday, Hitzfeld, who had just woken up, was in the best condition of the week. She quickly noticed the weirdness: Mr. Boris, who was considered an upper-class celebrity, how could he not wear perfume?
This is a very strange thing.
She didn't think about whether the people of Talignan had this habit, or whether it could be seen from the preciousness of water resources - people in places where there is a lack of water for bathing will definitely have a bad smell on their bodies, and the best way to cover up this smell is to spray more perfume.
Maybe there was no shortage of water in the Hot Springs Territory, but there was definitely a shortage of water in the Metz County. They didn't even have water to clean up the feces and urine on the ground in the alley, and they couldn't even take a shower in the black shop where they lived before.
After all, this place is close to the western desert and has a tradition of water shortage, so the nobles must have developed the habit of spraying perfume.
"Dong dong dong."
While she was thinking, Butler Reese knocked on the door again and came in, politely asking if he could take the plates away.
They had almost finished eating (a servant had tested the poison), so they naturally would not refuse this request.
While collecting the plates, Hitzfeld suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with Butler Reese's movements.
Too gentle.
She often crosses her fingers, and doesn't look like a man at all. Instead, she looks like a housewife who is always doing housework.
After making sure that there were no outsiders nearby, Hitzfeld thought for a moment and called out to him softly, "...Jely?"
Butler Reese stopped suddenly.
This is obviously not a normal reaction.
"I should have thought of this earlier. A truly educated butler would never boast to a guest he met for the first time that he had served his master for thirteen years..."
Hitzfeld shook his head and sighed.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"If possible, I would like to have another good talk with 'Mr. Boris'."
Chapter 30: The Curse of Oblivion
It was just like those bizarre and dark horror stories... Just like the evil creatures described in those stories, after his identity was exposed, Butler Reese's figure suddenly began to shrink.
In the blink of an eye, he shrank a lot smaller. Layers of dry bark fell from his face, head, sleeves, and trouser legs, and instantly turned into powder after hitting the ground.
Sixus was sitting next to him, so she was able to appreciate the entire transformation process from the side: the old man's face became white and rosy, his facial features changed drastically, his hair fell apart, and he actually turned into a young lady!
After regaining her true appearance, Jerry Nome was still in a daze. Then, perhaps recalling some terrible memory, she turned around abruptly, glanced at the three people with a look of extreme fear, and pretended to open her mouth to scream.
"Bang!"
Xia Yibing and Hitzfeld were quick-witted and quick-handed. They rushed over and pinned Miss Norm down like two gangsters. One hugged her upper body tightly and covered her mouth, while the other held her legs tightly, leaving her no chance to vent her hysteria.
"It's okay, Jerry... look at me... look into my eyes! I'm Hitzfeld!"
The girl shook the woman in front of her violently, forcing her to look closely at her face. She deliberately moved her left bangs aside to reveal the eye mask for her to observe.
Maybe this face triggered another memory, or maybe the soothing fragrance that Hitzfeld insisted on mixing into the perfume took effect. Jerry calmed down little by little, and then started crying.
There was no sign at all - tears instantly began to accumulate in his eyes, which had just regained clarity. This scared all three of them.
What on earth had she encountered?
If she was playing the role of Reese's housekeeper, then Niang-Polis should be Eugenie. Aren't they all fine? Why did she cry when she woke up?
After confirming again and again that Jelly had regained consciousness and would no longer scream out of control, Hitzfeld released the hand that was covering her mouth and used it to pat the woman's back, gently stroking it in a soothing manner.
But Sixus saw it clearly - the girl was not only caressing, but also took the opportunity to wipe the saliva off her hands.
She looked at the crying Jerry and then at the well-behaved Hitzfeld, and couldn't help showing a look of disgust.
Don’t say——
Hitzfeld glared at her threateningly and said gently, "Alright, alright... You saw us coming, so everything should be alright for now. Tell us what happened?"
Although Jie Li had regained consciousness, she was still quite agitated. She nodded and began to describe the cause and effect intermittently.
"I...Eugeni and I fled the capital..."
"Yes, you escaped, and then what?" Hitzfeld continued to encourage her with words.
"They are chasing us... We know nothing... But no one believes it... They are chasing us... They want to kill us..."
"Very well, continue."
"Eugeni said that this wouldn't work... We would die... And it would be an extremely painful death... So he set up a trap to lure Neon-Polis, making him think that he could do meritorious service for those people... Capturing us would make meritorious service for the Undead..."
The undead here should be referring to the Undead Party.
"So you haven't been disguising yourself as this all the time?" Xia Yibing asked, and at the same time made a fly-shooing gesture to Xixus, indicating that she should hurry over and close the door.
The mixed-haired loli's face was as black as the bottom of a burnt pot. She held her breath, but still went over and did it obediently.
"No..." Jerry's condition improved a little. "We have never been on good terms... Boris owes us money. He is a traitor! Asshole! He actually wants to capture us and hand us over to the Deathly Hallows!"
After her description, they finally figured out what was going on.
The beginning of the story is the same as they know. The two fled to Metz for their lives, intending to take the train directly to the Windward Post before the pursuers arrived.
There are not many restrictions on the Sara people going to Talignan, just like in this world usually no one would stop others from dying.
The people of Tariignan were more troublesome, but fortunately Eugenie was not an ordinary man, and he also had connections in Sara.
But the infiltration of the Undead Party in Metz was far more serious than he thought. Outside the station were all enemy mastiffs. He had no chance, and he didn't dare to take such a risk with Jerry.
It was no use continuing to maintain the situation - the pursuers were about to arrive, all retreat routes were blocked, and the two outsiders were too easy to find in the local area. If nothing was done, he estimated that they would not survive more than a week.
"so……"
“So I thought of Niang-Polis.”
