"The threat of the Mimic is one, and the Dragon God's treasure is another."
"The first part is easy to explain...the treasure...why are you suddenly interested in the treasure?" Xia Yibing was surprised, and then suddenly remembered what the girl mentioned when she was telling her dream: the Dragon God Kyle is likely to be the direct descendant of the Sun Goddess.
Doesn't that mean that Aisuen's blood can also unlock the tomb mechanism?
"I don't agree!" Xia Yibing quickly hugged her tightly, as if she was afraid that she would grow wings and fly away from her.
Mainly, I thought of the nightmare I had. Originally, it seemed that the girl had nothing to do with the descendants of the Dragon God, but if what she said was true...
Damn it...could she be the heir in that bullshit prophecy?
"You know what I'm looking for..."
Hitzfeld lowered his voice.
"Whether it's... the news about the Hitzfeld family or other evil eyes... I don't think we can be so lucky every time..." "So we must... must continue to become stronger..."
She was forced to speak separately because the woman hugged her too tightly.
"And I don't want the treasure to fall into the hands of the Eclipse Church."
She continued to think of other reasons.
"This is war... Either we crush them, or we will never have peace..."
"enough--"
Xia Yibing interrupted her, and all the strength in her body suddenly relaxed.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
She was finally convinced.
"But you have to promise me not to tell anyone about what you just said... Your identity must not be exposed!"
This was a reasonable request, so Hitzfeld naturally agreed.
That’s all for now.
The atmosphere in the bathroom gradually changed. The two people looked at each other's faces, and slowly, their noses moved away from each other.
"Bang bang bang-"
The door slammed loudly, scaring Hitzfeld so much that he jumped up.
"Alright...what are you doing in there? I can't hold it anymore!!"
Damn Connie—
Xia Yibing was so angry at her stupid teammate that she grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her back, while shouting fiercely at the door: "Go downstairs and solve it!"
Forget it at other times.
But she has been holding it in for so long!
I also had all kinds of messed up dreams, and my body and mind were tortured and destroyed!
She didn't really want to finish it.
At least give her a taste.
Taste a little bit - this shouldn't be a problem, right?
"Wait...Connie's still out there... Ugh... Ugh!?"
Hitzfeld struggled desperately, but was soon suppressed again, and his scolding turned into strange humming.
"These two idiots..."
Outside the door, Conte-Sixus was trying hard to pull his hair on both sides while spreading his legs inward.
It would take at least two minutes to go downstairs from here, and she couldn't hold on until that time!
"Open the door quickly!"
She continued to beat hard on the door.
"quick!"
"If you don't open it, I'll leave it on the door—"
Chapter 74: Station Blockade
After solving their own physiological problems in a chaotic manner, the three of them finally packed up their equipment and walked down to meet up with the others.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw the Sally brothers leaning on the counter, each holding a cup of tea and sipping it slowly.
In the corner next to them, the fat detective Mark was blocked by Russell, who forced him to eat a hot sausage. Mark took it with a bitter look and took a bite of the sausage.
Only Jie Li was leaning against the door. The bearded owner of the shop was busy at the sink. He tried to talk to her while working, but he couldn't get any response from her.
Seeing them coming down, a group of people greeted them.
"You're here!" Jerry perked up and came up to stare at Hitzfeld. "Mr. Sunny has prepared food for us... It's getting late now, should we set off as soon as possible?"
Hitzfeld looked at the others, and it turned out that it was the bearded boss who explained to her: "They...didn't say before that her man might be waiting at the train station. I've been trying to persuade her to be more open-minded, but it doesn't seem to work."
This is a transnational love story from the "old times", and it's not easy to let go.
Hitzfeld shook his head, walked in, found his portion, picked up a lamb burrito and started to eat it.
I finished my meal in no time and saw that it was already eight o'clock.
The bus they had to catch was at 10 ., which seemed like there were still two hours left, but the journey was also quite long, so they set off right away after a quick wash.
The vehicle was the boss's pickup truck. There was a layer of cargo boxes outside the rear compartment, leaving a black gap in the middle. Wright, Hitzfeld and others squeezed in and hid in the corner gap at the back. Only the bearded boss Sonny and the fat detective Markie could sit in the seats.
"I'd rather go to the back!"
Ma Kai almost muttered all the way.
He was afraid that the Necron had discovered his identity, so every time he had to stop in traffic he would lift up a newspaper to cover his face, as if if he didn't, several gunmen would suddenly rush out from the roadside and shoot him to death in his seat.
"I don't think you're that famous." Boss Sonny laughed at him while pressing the steering wheel. "Come to think of it, you were originally planning to go to Kerge?"
"Yes." Ma Kai's face was not looking good. "It's because Her Majesty the Queen's reward is too generous... I don't think anyone would complain about the money being too much."
He was referring to the invitations that Queen Milanka had initially scattered around. She had sent one to almost every detective she had ever heard of, regardless of whether they would receive it or not, or whether they would be able to come if they received it.
So you went to Senling City to make some extra money...
Hitzfeld heard what he said from behind and couldn't help but roll his eyes towards the corner.
"Ladies, listen to me!" Russell, who was sitting in the back holding a map of Berwen County, coughed and raised his voice: "Although almost half a day has passed and the enemy's attention may be slightly relaxed, it does not mean that we can easily pass the station checkpoint."
He slapped the map against the wall of the car, and in the light coming in through the front window, Hitzfeld saw that the place he was pointing to was an intermediate station on a railway line.
“Bovinsong Station—this is our destination.”
"It has three entrances and exits, two for unloading and one for leaving... We can only find the middle entrance for leaving, but they will definitely send people to guard here, so we need help to lure them away."
"Since you said that, you must have already found a solution." Xia Yibing sat next to the girl and was wiping the Ur rifle while speaking.
"Of course, my work last night was not in vain." Wright raised his eyebrows, looking proud.
"Look here." He pointed to the two intersections next to the station.
"If they conduct a thorough inspection, the efficiency of entering the station will be very slow, and a large number of passengers will gather at the gate... The quality of these people is like a powder keg, and a little spark will go to heaven."
"What we need to do is blend in with them. My people will create explosions at these two intersections, and the people stuck in traffic will definitely be in chaos... We will just rush in and try to get to the train in one go."
"Wait a minute," Hitzfeld interrupted. "Where's the ticket?"
"What ticket?" Wright said innocently. "It doesn't matter. I can buy it after I get on the bus."
Now it wasn't just Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing, Sixus... several others began to hold their foreheads and sigh.
The simple customs of the people in Tariignant are truly eye-opening.
"Hey!" Sixus suddenly called Wright and pointed at the driver's seat and asked him: "You are just a speculator on the surface. How did you get the chance to gather these people?"
"Ah, I think I said I like to have a little bit of everything." Wright pulled his bow tie elegantly, with his little fingers raised deliberately.
"Isn't there a saying that the more you know, the more dangerous it is? You see, I do know too much. In order to prevent any accidents, I like to spend some money to make real friends."
"You mean they won't betray you?" Sixus obviously didn't believe it.
How strong can a relationship that is maintained by money be? These people can work hard for you today, but they can turn around and sell your life to someone else.
"Oh, don't think too bad of this country." Wright frowned and glanced at his brother who had been silent beside him. "I admit that it's not very good. In the past two years, the Death Gang has emerged... But not all gangs only know how to kill and rob. Some people have justice in their hearts."
"I can't see it."
"It would be great if I could show it to you."
The two of them seemed to be competing with each other and were almost arguing all the way.
Xia Yibing didn't sleep well last night. Since the road was safe for the time being, she leaned on the girl's shoulder and wanted to catch up on her sleep.
As a result, he slid all the way into the girl's arms, making Hitzfeld not know whether to laugh or cry. He had to drag her as gently as possible and let her head rest on his legs.
The journey of anxiety is never long. Soon, they arrived at the Parkson Station and Sonny parked the truck on the side of the road.
Xia Yibing woke up long before the car stopped. While savoring the soft feeling, she asked, "Should we get off now?"
"Wait."
For some reason, Wright's face looked very serious.
"Things have changed. I don't see any of our people."
The Time Dragon's ability is useless on the street. They can rewind the scene, but this is a street... There are so many people that they can't make out a single ghost.
Hitzfeld looked out through the front window and saw that, as expected, there was a large crowd of people blocking the way outside the station.
Those are all passengers, they are in a hurry to catch the train.
A minute later, a man in police uniform knocked on the car window and asked Sonny for the parking fee.
Sonny paid the money, took a piece of paper from his hand while paying, and threw it behind him with extremely covert movements.
Wright quickly grabbed it, unfolded it and looked through it, then said, "We may not be able to leave today."
"What's going on?" Russell finally couldn't help asking him.
"There was a mixed group of merchants and mercenary adventurers... Their original destination was Senling City, but when they arrived, they found that the entire city was destroyed."
Wright glanced at them.
"These people originally planned to resupply in Senling, but with the state of Senling, they didn't dare to stay for long, so they headed for the nearest city, Bowen, and brought the news back."
"Bitch!"
From the front came Ma Kai's angry curses and the loud noise of him hitting the toolbox.
"Hey! This is my car..."
That was a bit bad.
Hitzfeld calculated secretly.
Many areas of Talignan are severely divided, which is mainly reflected in the transmission of information. Originally, they took a shortcut to Bowen by water, which was relatively fast, and no one expected to encounter such a situation.
Now that those people have brought the news about Senling to Bowen, if the local county magistrate is not a fool, he will immediately impose martial law throughout the city.
What's the point of leaving? If you're unlucky, you'll be trapped for life...
Xia Yibing looked outside at this time and witnessed with her own eyes a large group of people with long guns getting off several police cars.
The entire station was blocked and under martial law by these people. No matter how much noise the passengers made, they could not get through. Wright's plan completely failed.
"Ah……"
Jerry held her face with both hands and wiped it.
A lot of pressure.
But at the same time, she was relieved because she didn't have to leave Eugenie behind and walk first.
Others were speechless and could only wait in silence, hoping that the police would relax the restrictions.
"Bang bang!"
In the silence, there was another knock on Sonny's car window.
He rolled down the window and saw a young man standing outside, wearing a top hat, a simple suit, and smoking a pipe.
