Bad people will feel condemned by their conscience when they do bad things, not to mention that Lengdis is not a pure bad guy.
He would also be in pain, but he would tell himself that "all this is for the sake of going back". As long as this strong hint exists, he can temporarily deceive himself into treating those people as NPCs.
This was also a nightmare, but it ended when Hitzfeld revealed his identity.
Then how should he view what he has done over the years?
The purpose of his killing, experimenting, transforming, and innovating was to go back. The purpose of his going back was to find his blood.
When this support was overturned, all the excuses he had found for himself in the past would no longer exist. He would suddenly change from a self-deceiving and contradictory person to a vicious villain, and when he discovered this, he knew that he was finished.
He wasn't sure if he ever hated Vanishing Girl, but he was sure that being killed by Hitzfeld was the best ending.
He is certainly not a hero, so I cannot give him a heroic ending. On the contrary, he needs to be killed as a bad guy, and his death must end in a carnival - most of the daily foreshadowing before... Ashley's rebellion, the protagonist's persuasion, Sheriff Rand's enlightenment, all of this is to serve it.
Only Hitzfeld would know the truth.
While the world was full of laughter, she was the only one crying.
This matter is too private... She won the duel with the Secret Keeper and obtained a secret that she must keep for the rest of her life.
She couldn't possibly tell them to anyone, including Chief Inspector Xia. Given her personality, she would think that was seeking comfort, and she couldn't do such a thing, so she had to bear it alone.
It's going to be a difficult time.
If this is a nightmare, it is indeed too deep and too long. I know that readers will feel very stressed when reading it. Those who like to immerse themselves in the plot can certainly get emotional resonance, but they will definitely not be very happy.
So compensation... the next entire unit will be daily.
Those agents who encounter emotional model problems also have the privilege of receiving treatment at public expense. Of course, I cannot favor one over the other and will give her some time to have a good rest.
Finally, let’s talk about the question of whether this book will be finished: Definitely not, because there are still many pursuits that have not been written. My idea is that there will be a process of sailing out to sea to investigate other continents in the future.
The most ideal situation would definitely be that I could keep writing, because I’m too lazy to conceive a new book (0v0), but I know this is impossible... The detective collection will definitely be finished one day, I’m just telling you that day won’t be too early, so don’t worry about it.
Finally, I feel sorry for the unnamed sheriff in black silk stockings.
After returning from a mission, I discovered that my favorability, which I had maxed out, had been sealed. In order to unlock it, I even had to try to go back to the state of cautious approach I had in the beginning, for fear of causing even the slightest stimulation.
Pitiful.
Let us wish her all the best.
Chapter 1 A New Legend of the Bridge Block
After another day of night reading, Hitzfeld bookmarked his books and notes, turned around and got up to move around.
After twisting her waist and doing some stretching exercises as usual, she went to the locked drawer, pulled a bunch of keys from her collar, inserted them into the keyhole and opened it.
It is filled with bottles and jars, and most doctors or perfumers would not be able to recognize all the items in it.
After selecting and carefully avoiding those with corks covered with red paint, Hitzfeld took out five bottles, removed the lids and corks one by one, and poured the dry powder or liquid inside into an empty bottle.
Shaking the bottle to mix the ingredients, she put the rest back into the drawer and locked it, then used her key to open the closet and pulled out a cardboard box from the bottom shelf.
Inside the box was an object that would make ordinary people feel uneasy - it was a mold of a human face.
The face carved on the mold was about 70% similar to Hitzfeld himself. She threw the thing and the mixed potion aside, washed up, tidied her appearance, and put on her clothes for going out before coming back to tinker with it.
The process is unremarkable, it's just pouring the settled medicine into the mold.
After being thoroughly mixed and cooled, the potion with the ghost face resin becomes gel-like. After it falls onto the mold, it will cover and flow down little by little, just like crystal clay completely wrapping it.
Of course, this is not the end. Hitzfeld raised his hand again, and a slender silver needle appeared in the air.
It is probably a super-enlarged version of a sewing needle, but only the length is enlarged, and the thickness ratio is not increased much, so it still looks relatively slim.
There was also a hole at the end of the silver needle. It seemed to absorb moisture from the air to form ice silk, which began to move back and forth on the gel man's face, stitching together some of the features that were too smooth and looked too much like Hitzfeld's.
Soon, under her manipulation, the face became much more ordinary. The bright eyes seemed to be pulled up by hooks, and would even look a little scary if they were not completely covered by hair.
That's about enough.
He raised his eyebrows, and the ice needle disappeared. Hitzfeld simply picked up the prepared face skin and pressed it against his own face.
Feeling an icy cool touch, she first went to the mirror and trimmed off the excess edges, then waited for a while, letting the feeling disappear little by little, until she could turn her head, blink, and move her lips without any hindrance.
Looking at the mirror again, the girl inside has changed. Although she can't be said to be ugly...but it is definitely completely different from her original appearance.
"Are you adding to their workload?" Hitzfeld joked to himself in the mirror.
It's no wonder. She was wearing a windbreaker and long pants at the moment, and her shoulders were deliberately gathered to make her body look shorter. Not to mention those familiar people, she estimated that even if Xia Yibing came over, she would not be able to recognize her.
However, as Hitzfell Manor is a key protected object, the local police and Shadow Lion agents cannot remain indifferent to the fact that unfamiliar faces have appeared every once in a while at the manor.
They must have been investigating some of the faces she'd used before, but unfortunately, they weren't going to find anything.
Shaking his head, Hitzfeld didn't want to think about it. He made sure he had a weapon on him, grabbed a handful of change from the unlocked drawer next to him, and planned to go out shopping.
She is not stupid. In modern society, people who stay at home will go out occasionally to relax. If old people stay in the house, they will get into trouble. She doesn't want to become a psychopath.
"Wang?"
In the living room, there was a tiny wooden house leaning against the wall. The resident inside had obviously heard the noise of the door opening. He pricked up his ears and rushed out, rushing towards the person.
"Don't make trouble, Lily." Hitzfeld said to it kindly, "Next time, you just went there once a few days ago. If I bring you with me, I will definitely be suspected by them."
"Woo woo~" The big white dog pleaded in vain and hid in the corner without moving.
Hitzfeld looked at it with a half frown, remembering that this thing now listened to her especially well. She didn't know if it had changed its nature or was really spiritual, and could read that she was in a bad mood recently.
"Forget it." She pinched her brows, "Since you didn't cause me any trouble..."
He walked up and kicked the dog's butt, then Hitzfeld took it out with him and watched it run happily in the snow.
But when she was about to leave the manor, she stopped Lily and warned her not to go out, but to play nearby and wait for her to come back.
The reason for this arrangement is that in the eyes of outsiders, the purchasing work of the estate is entirely on the dog and Ashley.
Ashley had already signed up for the Knight Academy, which was a boarding school system. She didn't want any special treatment, so she could only come back once a week. Every time she came back, she would do some shopping in the surrounding area, buying at least enough vegetables and meat for one person to eat for two weeks.
Anyway, it's still winter, so there's no need to worry about leaving these things. She knew that Hitzfeld was in a bad mood and didn't want to go out, so she did this for her consideration.
When Ashley is not around, Lily is in charge of this job.
Such a majestic Sheldon dog is rare anywhere else, and the residents nearby have known it for a long time. When it walks through the market with its basket on its back, it will not be bullied, and the purchase contents written on the note will be satisfied as much as possible.
Of course, she did give money. There was also change at the bottom of the basket, but every time Lily came back, there was always some left, and quite a lot.
Whenever Hitzfeld thought of this, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry - she had invested so much money carefully, and the compensation she received could not have bought so many supplies. She knew that those former neighbors were repaying her.
Since they would do this, they probably knew that I didn't move to the mountains because I was tired of them, but I just didn't have the energy to continue...
Walking out of the woods on the snow and standing on the hillside overlooking the port city, Hitzfeld recalled many familiar and enthusiastic faces.
Who leaked the news?
How would they frame my current situation?
Honestly, I'm a little curious.
I forgot to investigate this matter the last few times I came out, so I can ask a few more questions today.
As usual, Hitzfeld blended into the crowd at the morning market and sneaked into Mrs. Bisso's shop. While picking vegetables, he carefully observed the surroundings.
everything is normal.
She is different now, she is a real extraordinary person, capable of "appearing spirits". So if she doesn't feel there is a problem, then there is really no problem - there are no spies around here.
Some of the spies were not people she knew but came from the great nobles. She could understand that and she knew better why those people came.
I had a good temper before and was too lazy to argue with you.
She glanced at the crowd out of the corner of her eye.
If he continues to pester me, I'll have to consider taking stronger measures.
Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly heard her own name.
It was Mrs. Bissot who was chatting with the neighbors and happened to be talking about Hitzfeld.
What kind of entertainment and recreation can a middle-aged woman who stays at home all day have? In that era, even radio broadcasting was not popular, and the greatest pleasure of the day was probably gossip and chatting.
So if there are three or four of these people gathered together, don't expect them to speak in an elegant manner.
Phrases like "becoming more and more iconic" and "a perfect figure for having children" kept pouring out, and even Hitzfeld, who was so sophisticated today, couldn't stand it.
These gossipers...
She simply took the things she liked and went to pay, interrupting the group chanting.
"But why haven't I seen her out lately?"
As they left, a woman muttered again.
"Ah, it is said that she is emotionally traumatized. I heard a rumor yesterday that she even has a child."
"Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense—"
Mrs. Bissow scolded before Hitzfeld began to feel dizzy.
"Xiao Xici is not that kind of person. Think about what she sold before. She didn't charge much for her work. How can you have the nerve to believe in those things!"
They talked in low voices, without any embarrassment, and the woman at the beginning lowered her head in shame.
"The emotional hurt may be real, but it's definitely not to that extent."
Mrs. Bissau concluded again: "I hope she can get over it as soon as possible..."
It seems that I am really popular.
Now that the mystery was solved, Hitzfeld no longer stayed and wanted to leave.
"She'd better get back to business soon. That new old man is selling a set of death candles for over 100 becquerels. He might as well go and rob them!"
"That's right! The coffins they sell are not good looking! They don't have the blue giant and the golden bird!"
stagger.
Hitzfeld couldn't help laughing.
Chapter 2 Winter Sun
After carefully collecting opinions from the masses and confirming that they liked the "Golden Bird" more than the "Blue Giant" and the "Two-Mouthed Snake", Hitzfeld considered taking time out of this period to make a batch of funeral supplies for sale.
After all, the people were kind to her, and she couldn't just ignore it. Her assets weren't enough to rely on the neighbors for food, and although she knew it was a kind gesture, she had to give back.
Going up the mountain, they came to the snowy forest. Hitzfeld took a step forward and disappeared directly into the snow.
In fact, she walked through the gate, and the two iron gates closed and locked behind her, as if everything was controlled by an invisible hand.
Lily was still having fun in the snow, and somehow she got into a fight with a pair of winter sparrows. When Hitzfeld came back through the cemetery, he saw the dog lying on the ground, barking loudly at the two birds about a meter away.
She didn’t understand what was going on at first, but when she walked in to take a look, she felt her blood pressure rising again.
It turned out that Lily had dragged down the bag of grain that she had hung on the outer corridor to dry, and dragged it all the way from there to the cemetery. The bag had been bitten with several holes, and the grains were scattered all over the place.
It is difficult for birds to find food in winter. When faced with such a situation, even if they know that the guarding monster is not easy to deal with, they can only snatch food from the mouth of a dog in order to survive.
Two winter sparrows watched the Sheldon dog carefully, one was on guard while the other took advantage of the gaps to peck at the grains in the snow.
They come in turns, one eating for a while and then switching jobs to ensure that both birds are well fed.
This scene extinguished Hitzfeld's thoughts of driving the bag away. She didn't know what she was thinking about, but her expression softened and she walked forward and picked up the bag.
"Go." He kicked the dog away. "I'll settle the score with you when we get home!"
Two winter sparrows saw her coming and flew up with some caution.
But it didn't fly far, apparently, the remaining grains on the ground were still very attractive.
Hitzfeld thought about it, tore off the mask on his face and threw it away, reached out and grabbed a handful of rice, spread it out, and half-knelt towards them.
This was not her bird, and it was probably not someone else's either. Wild birds were extremely wary of unfamiliar species, and she was not sure if she could succeed.
The winter sparrow was hesitating and chirping towards her, as if warning her not to come over.
Hitzfeld didn't move, just stood there waiting.
The big white dog Lily stood by the cemetery and looked at this strange scene, her two fox-like ears erect and a look of confusion on her face.
After a while, the desire for food overcame the fear, and a winter sparrow flapped its wings and flew towards the girl first.
It was still wary. It flew around her hand like a hummingbird, then landed on the ground. When it saw that she was still not moving, it jumped up and stood in her palm to peck at the grains.
