Hitzfeld gritted his teeth and walked to Ashley's table, sat down, picked up a glass of wine from the tray brought by the waiter, and moved around to greet the hall.
"Oh oh oh!!!"
"Watch out for you, Detective! You will definitely catch him!!"
This livened up the atmosphere again, and the drinkers cheered again - they had also heard from various rumors that she was helping to investigate the case.
"what's the situation?"
Only Sheriff Rand was confused. He didn't understand... Didn't Hitzfeld always dislike such a lively atmosphere?
"It's a bit complicated." Leon took advantage of the chaos to get close to his ear and whispered to him: "If you're not drunk yet, you should gather them together and prepare now..."
On the other side, Baliu and the other two were walking on the railway track. The cold moonlight shone through the mist, making the surroundings even more quiet and silent.
The three of them didn't speak. They went to the address across the street according to their memory of where Nandez rented, sneaked into the Tengniao Hotel, and found a male waiter to ask where he was.
The waiter replied, "If you are asking about Mr. Paul Nandez, he has not come out of his room since this afternoon."
"Hasn't come out yet?" Mary's face changed slightly.
"The door is locked." The waiter shrugged. "We called, but there was no response."
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Chapter 41: Escape 2
They quickly asked the waiter to take them up to room 303 where Nandez was renting. Without waiting for the other party to say "key...", Bariu aimed at the dot on the door lock and fired directly.
Just because she is a tree person doesn't mean she can't use firearms.
The facilities at the Tengniao Hotel were already poor. This thin wooden board couldn't even block a bullet slightly, and a hole the size of a baby's fist was directly punched above the door lock.
Baliu's claws thinned into branches and drilled into the hole, unlocked the door from the inside, and kicked it open.
The waiter kept his mouth wide open and his movements stiff the whole time. He only reacted when he saw them rushing in, and then he quickly stepped aside to ask people to leave.
As the only person who was not afraid of bullets, Baliu rushed to the front. She kicked open the bathroom door, turned over the bedding and bed, and even the small cabinet that theoretically could not hide anyone. Finally, she made sure that there was no one in the room.
"He's not here?" Miss Mary couldn't accept this result. "Why is he not here?"
"I must have alarmed them this morning." Baliu muttered to himself, looking at the corner.
From the enemy's perspective, she could imagine that they were suspicious of the passengers on the train, and the train itself was an absolute steel monster with advantages in defense and speed. If destroying the railway line to the south was difficult to implement due to police patrols - or if doing so might alert Aman and others and cause them to escape directly, then secretly hijacking the train captain Nandez was obviously the most cost-effective strategic choice.
This was an extremely dangerous signal, indicating that Hitzfeld's warning was not groundless and they were really being targeted.
"Why would he come here alone to get a room?" Bariu complained to Mary, "Aren't you supposed to live together?"
"Nandez has bad habits..." Miss Mary wanted to find him and beat him up. "The kind of service he prefers is not provided by Yunyou Hotel. You know, the one across the street is more decent than here..."
This is a problem that most men have, and it is nothing at normal times. She didn't expect it to become a fatal factor at this time!
Baliu quickly thought of other solutions: "I think it's not difficult to operate a train. It's nothing more than pulling a few poles and shoveling coal into it. Can't we do it ourselves?"
"Of course, we can, but Nandez has the key to the front of the car." Miss Mary shook her head. "That's a very thick iron door... It will take a long time to pry it open with brute force without the key, and we will definitely alert others!"
"Can we take another route?" Aman asked.
After all, he had been a wilderness ranger for so many years that he was used to the wild life and was a little averse to having only a single escape route.
In his opinion, it would be easy to rob a car or rent a few horses. It was snowing at the moment, and as long as he left Blackwood City and escaped into the wilderness, he would be sure to escape any encirclement.
"You don't want to know what we encountered during the day..." Baliu looked at him with some pity.
Even she couldn't handle that mechanical centaur, and if it weren't for various coincidences and Hitzfeld's sudden inspiration, they would have been killed then and there.
Actually, the robot horses weren't coming for them. They were probably secret weapons used to hunt down Aman. It could be said that they had saved the prince from a disaster.
Thinking of this, Baliu looked at Aman with even more resentment.
"Aren't you a tree man?" Aman obviously didn't understand. Miss Mary next to him said to Baliu with hope: "Can you turn your fingers into grass and drill into the keyhole, and then... (gesture of unlocking the lock)?"
"I'm not that thin." Baliwu felt like she would be pissed off if she continued talking to these two people. "Do you think I'm a spider grass?"
"If you need a locksmith - I can help."
Just as a short argument was about to begin, a voice suddenly came from the door.
The three turned their heads and saw Boris, the owner of the Tengniao Hotel, standing there in an apron with his chest heaving. It was obvious that he had come running over after receiving the news.
Across the railway tracks, in the lobby of Yunyou Hotel.
"What did you say? Are you crazy?"
Sheriff Rand could hardly believe what he heard.
These people actually planned to start the train at this critical moment? They wanted to use the train to carry people away from Blackwood?
Goddess, he couldn't think of such a crazy plan anyway. The middle-aged man couldn't help but look back and forth between Leon and Hitzfeld's faces, trying to guess which lunatic came up with the suggestion.
"It's not me anyway." Li Ang spread his hands.
"The steel-cast carriage frame can effectively defend against most firearms. When it speeds up, its follow-up power is top-notch, and no other means of transportation can catch up with it." Hitzfeld calmly analyzed the advantages of the plan. "As long as the enemy fails to stop us in time, we can cross most of Sara in one breath. No matter how many backup plans the enemy has set up in Blackwood City, they will be in vain."
"Are you sure we will be attacked?" Sheriff Rand wanted to make a final confirmation.
"You've met Bariu, right?" Hitzfeld asked him back, "You've also led a team to see the wreckage of that thing. Do you think this is just a small case?"
"What the hell!" The man pressed the holster and was about to stand up, "You guys acted like you were going to keep watch earlier!"
"Ahem...we have to wait for her to wake up!" Li Ang also stood up, and then very skillfully put the blame on Hitzfeld. "It was all thanks to her that we were able to find the little prince. If she hadn't told us, who would have known that he was in the car?"
Hitzfeld: σ(-vφ;)?
She admitted that she hadn't originally intended to start this plan tonight.
The reason for this decision was, on the one hand, that after communicating with Balyu, she knew that the number of enemies and their preparations were beyond her expectations, and on the other hand, it was because of the dream she had... She had some vague bad guesses.
But you just put the blame on me?
Didn't your fiancée tell you what I did when I went out? You had to wait for me to wake up for something so simple to figure out. Are you stupid?
She was about to retort when she looked up and saw a sneaky figure approaching the sheriff and quietly raising the bottle in his hand.
It was completely a conditioned reflex. She picked up the glass bottle on the table and threw it over.
"Snapped!"
The bottle shattered, hitting the bull's eye.
The man's feet slipped due to the stimulation, and he fell to the ground with a thud, while his other raised arm emitted flames.
"boom!"
This is gunfire.
The bullet shattered a lampshade, and the scattered fragments extinguished the candlelight, and the surroundings became dark in an instant.
Screams, curses, and the noises of tables and chairs being dragged and collided could be heard one after another. The entire tavern hall suddenly fell into extreme chaos. No one cared about the young female detective anymore and they all tried desperately to squeeze to the door.
Hitzfeld had pulled Ashley under the table long before the bottle was thrown. Ashley had a big frame and a stable chassis, and thanks to her, the table was not overturned by the crowd.
During the riot, they heard another gunshot, which was very close, as if it came from above their heads.
Ashley tried to rush out to help several times but was held down by Hitzfeld.
"Don't go," she told the girl. "Trust them."
After about half a minute, some people ran out of the hall, and a small number of people squeezed and hid upstairs. Then Hitzfeld came out from under the table with Ashley and a big white dog.
The whole hall was in a mess.
Almost all the tables and chairs were overturned, and food scraps, glass, and broken jars were scattered all over the floor. There were two people lying in the corner: Shen Yin, and Li Ang had just gotten up from a corpse.
Hitzfeld glanced at the body, which was a young man with dark green curly hair.
He had a very white complexion and a relatively large mouth, and until he was strangled to death, he had a crazy smile on his face.
"We can't stay here anymore." Li Ang picked up the gun that the man dropped, "Don't go upstairs, leave now!"
Hitzfeld led his men directly outside.
Fortunately, she didn't bring any large items with her this time - her weapons and props were all stuffed neatly into her coat, and her notebook was rolled up and tied around her arm to serve as a wrist guard. When she went downstairs, she didn't think about going back.
After leaving the hotel, the cold wind blew towards my face, mixed with some icy fragments.
At this critical moment, it is snowing again.
There was no time to notify the crew, so Sheriff Rand took out his whistle, but the shrill sound only gathered eight police officers.
"Where are the others?" The sheriff looked shocked and angry.
But it was even less likely that these police officers knew - most of them had just finished their meals, and some were simply on duty on the railway tracks, and they didn't even know why the riot had occurred.
With a sinking heart, Rand-Ann guessed what had happened to the missing people.
He now fully agrees with Hitzfeld's plan. It is obviously not a wise move to place the battlefield in the Red Leaf District.
There are many poor people here, and the population density is far higher than that in the Bridge Street District. Kuroki City has just recovered from the last evil disaster, and it cannot withstand another impact like that!
"Woo——"
At this moment, a whistle sounded in the darkness ahead, like a sharp sword piercing through the fog, which made several people feel refreshed.
"They found Nandez!"
"Get in the car!"
"Hurry...get all your men up there!"
Ashley opened her mouth: "What the hell is going on..."
"Don't worry about it." Hitzfeld took the lead in leading her up the iron ladder to the car, then came to the external platform, opened the door, pointed inside and said, "Take Lily and hide inside first..."
Then she paused, and carefully identified it in the dim moonlight, and found that this seemed to be carriage No. 9.
Just then, the door of a carriage in the aisle opened, and Mrs. Charles, with her hair hanging down in a bun, leaned her head out with her eyes wide open. When she saw her, she felt like she had seen a savior.
"Ms. Hitzfeld... this... I seemed to hear gunshots just now? What's going on outside..."
"Be responsible for guarding them!" Hitzfeld ignored the woman and continued to instruct Ashley, "Anyone who is not wearing a police uniform - anyone you don't know who wants to come up, you can shoot them - Leon, give me another gun!"
Li Ang, who was running forward, stopped and turned back after hearing this, and threw the confiscated pistol to her out of thin air.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" He hesitated whether he should run forward now. After all, Hitzfeld's safety was equally important.
"Whether we can escape depends entirely on the front of the car. They will definitely mobilize all the people nearby to go to the front." The girl shook her head, "Go help Baliu and the others! Aman must not get into trouble!"
Although... the reason why Aman attracted the attention of the evildoers was different from the initial speculation. It was not because the Angelo family knew the secrets of the gray fog, but because he accidentally intercepted the "evil book" of Ni Riku due to a bounty mission.
But there is no doubt that the book that makes those people so crazy to kill people contains huge secrets.
"It is possible that they will attack from behind." Leon paused and stopped insisting, "I will ask the sheriff to assign some forces to guard the rear carriage. Pay attention to safety."
Time was running out, so he rushed out after saying this.
It's not that you can't run in the carriage, but the aisles are narrow and there are many obstacles, so it's far less efficient than running outside.
Hitzfeld watched him and Sheriff Rand disappear in the night fog, then turned his head and saw some police officers running towards the back carriage in panic.
With these people guarding behind, there should be time to react even if something happens.
She breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot less stressed.
But what followed was a strong feeling of dizziness, a feeling of overexertion, and Hitzfeld closed his eyes and felt illusions flashing before his eyes.
That's a shadow.
A person.
He stood in the darkness, with a beam of light from above casting a shadow on him. From behind, she could only vaguely see a picture frame in front of her, and the man holding a paintbrush, painting something on the canvas.
What is he drawing?
It was too blurry, too fragmented, and with the other person's body swaying back and forth blocking his vision, Hitzfeld couldn't see clearly at all.
The only way to judge from the color blocks and outlines that have been seen is that it is a woman, a noble lady who should be very young and wearing a gorgeous long dress.
She wanted to get closer... closer...
The perspective and the camera were getting closer as her thoughts progressed, the illusion became more stable, and she was about to get what she wanted.
But suddenly - the swaying painter turned around abruptly, and his entire face was exposed to the light, revealing a face made entirely of mechanical parts with interlaced gears and two blue flames.
