As his blood gradually cooled, Hitzfeld realized that this matter might be troublesome. First of all, she had been tested by Ethan, who confirmed that she did not have the talent to become a transcendent. So how should she tell him the news she received? She could no longer directly say that this was what she saw and heard in her dreams! A person who was determined to be unable to go to the dream world, found clues in this extraordinary way... Hitzfeld didn't know whether Ethan's superior was a normal person, but if she encountered such an example, she would definitely force this person to be controlled and then secretly study everything about her. No...no...I can't just tell them... Hitzfeld quickly determined what she should do. In this era, the world is too vast and too complex. But she was too small and too weak. If she rashly exposed her secret, she might become a guinea pig for the government or other organizations. She couldn't let anyone find out that she was abnormal.
Including eyes, including insomnia! So Sheriff Rand couldn't say anything either. Sheriff Rand is simply Ethan's lackey. Shadow Lion, a secret police from the royal capital, has too much control over the local police system. Ethan might suspect her right after she gives Sheriff Rand a hint. But if you don't say it...if you don't say it... The girl frowned and stared at the short boy, her expression struggling. She once thought she was a cold-blooded person. There are many influential movies, TV series, news, and novels with very touching content... When the people around her can easily get emotional resonance from the protagonists and gather together to shout and cry, she is probably always indifferent. Maybe it’s because she lacked some kind of emotional supplement since childhood, she is very sensitive in these aspects and has her own set of standards to distinguish true from false. It's real, and she will be moved along with it. But if it is fake, or it is a made-up story, the method used would be very crude in her opinion. She would think these things are empty and stupid, and then doubt that those who easily fall into the trap of emotional scammers and story fabricators and cry are all fools. After expressing such views to people around her several times, she was labeled as "cold-blooded and arrogant". She doesn't know and doesn't quite understand. But they all said she was cold-blooded. She must be cold-blooded then. The elementary and middle schools that the Hitzfeld family found for her were the best in the city. This grade skipping would likely result in her junior and high schools being filled with her former elementary school classmates. Naturally, the reputation of being cold-blooded spread, and she had no friends because of it. This impression and label has been around for so many years that even Hitzfeld herself feels that there is something wrong with her and that she may indeed be cold-blooded at heart. But now she was a little shaken.
I am a cold-blooded, arrogant and rational person. She stressed to herself. The wisest thing to do in this matter is to protect yourself, don't do anything, don't say a word, and hide yourself from everyone as much as possible. These people... should be left to fend for themselves. "Hitzfeld!" Joyla whispered to wake her up. "What's wrong?" The girl raised her eyebrows. "Yes... Should I not address you like this? I shouldn't call you sister or something like that... I heard from my father that this is very rude for a noble lady..." The boy looked uneasy. Hitzfeld glanced at the people around him who were praying silently with their heads bowed. Mrs. Glee was two people away from her. That’s great. This way the lady won’t be able to hear what she says. Turning back, Hitzfeld half bent over. "Joey." She looked at the boy seriously. "I have heard Mr. Joseph and others say more than once that you are very naughty. Even on the night when the 'eternal night' is about to fall, you like to go out and play adventure games with other children." "I wonder why?" "This is obviously very dangerous. Not only you and your friends, but you may also implicate your family..." "what……?" Joey opened his mouth slightly, with a very terrified expression on his face. In the past, no one reasoned with him like this. Every time he made a mistake, Joseph would just spank him hard with his shoes. "I... this might cause trouble for my father and mother? I don't know... I won't do it again..." Still a child after all. Hitzfeld's mouth curled up slightly. Children from the bottom of society lack education, and since she has seen this kind of mistake made out of ignorance, it would be best if she could... “But I’m really curious about what’s around me.” Joey looked up and met her gaze, his eyes twinkling. "My sister died before I was born. Dad said that from the time she was born until she died, she never left Flo Street except to come to church." "Dad will die in the future, and so will Mom. And so will I."
"I don't want to... I don't want us to die like my sister... Although I have been to Flo Street, the Bridge Street area is very big! There are still many places I want to see, and I want to take my mother and father to see them..." "..." Hitzfeld opened his mouth slightly, but no words came out. The simplest things are the most powerful. She was speechless in the face of this wish. The back hall of the church. An old man wearing a pure black robe and a necklace shaped like a three-circle "sun wheel" made up of extremely complex and precise parts turned around. "So how can I help you?" "I have been tracking down the 'Nightmare Man' for some time..." The seated woman relaxed her cheeks and gently twirled her fingers in the air. "They will certainly act tonight." "I need you to make sure the lights in the bell tower don't go out tonight." …… Thanks to his wife's expense, Hitzfeld took a rare ride home in a cylinder-driven four-wheel taxi. But she no longer had any thoughts on this. After returning home, she said hello to her wife and went to her room immediately. She took a shower and changed her clothes. Then, she took out the Prang rifle from the dirty holster, opened the drawer, found two small boxes, and carefully checked the bullets inside. The Prang type can hold 10 rounds of bullets when fully loaded. There are also 10 rounds in each of the two boxes, which adds up to 30 rounds of ammunition. After making sure everything was OK, she lay down on the bed with her clothes on and took a nap. When the clock pointed to 11:30, she opened her eyes, changed her shoes, lifted her skirt and tied the holster tightly around her thigh. As for the bullet box... After searching her skirt and not finding any place to put the things, Hitzfeld hesitated, blushed, and stuffed the two small paper boxes into her chest. everything's ready. Climbing onto the table as quietly as possible, the girl used the key to open the window grille, stood on the edge of the wall, and carefully locked the grille again. Then she held her breath, touched the drainpipe and rubbed it down little by little. When she was nearly two meters above the ground, she let go and landed lightly on the lawn in the front yard. "I'm a cold-blooded detective." She stressed to herself. "If I don't catch the murderer, they might come after me again, so I'm just protecting myself." "Well, self-protection..."
Chapter 20 Gunshots "Crack!" On Flo Street, under the streetlight in front of Weir's house, a man in a top hat took a bite of an apple and chewed it, while looking across the street and watching a pedestrian walk into a street sign shop. "It's already this late." He said unclearly, "The residents in this area are quite brave." "Because it's been a long time since something like this happened." Sheriff Rand next to him shook himself off and pulled his black coat tighter around himself. He also saw the scene just now, and his eyes fell on the plaque on the second floor. He could vaguely make out the words "Grimman Pharmacy" on it. "The last time we got this nervous was last February," he continued. "Now that we've been here for a while, we've got plenty of time to pack our bags and bring them with us. We've got plenty of time to pack our bags and bring them with us. I'm so glad you all have come back for more!" "And that's a pharmacy, isn't it...? Go and be prepared when danger comes. It would be great if everyone could be like him." “Being euthanized is dangerous.” Taking another bite of the apple, Ethan adjusted the angle of his hat slightly. "I know it's contradictory to say this, but people should not forget the lessons they have learned while enjoying their comfort." "If those people heard this, they would say again, 'It's pointless to support a bunch of you.'" Sheriff Rand sneered. Those unruly people he met at the door of Gle's house during the day... He was so angry just thinking about it. It was winter, and it was an "eternal night". He didn't want to go home to be with his wife and children? For whom did he lead a large group of people to suffer in the cold winter night? Even so, I was still accused of lying about the truth, being careless, and useless. When I think back on that feeling... it was more piercing than falling snowflakes. "People are fickle." Ethan smiled. "You are lucky, Ayn Rand. At least you can wear the uniform openly and tell them what you have done..." They talked in low voices under the street lights. From time to time, gray-clad policemen with rifles would patrol over in four-wheeled vehicles. No one noticed that an uninvited guest had quietly crept into the Weir family's yard. Why are there no pants in your daughter’s closet? Hitzfeld fell down on the lawn in a rather awkward manner, and struggled to get up, spitting out a few blades of grass. When conducting covert operations, skirts, especially ankle-length skirts, are too much of a hindrance. There was no other way, there were policemen everywhere. Cold-blooded detective Hitzfeld didn't know how to sneak, so he could only use this method to hide from others. She planned to walk through the yards of several houses, wait for the patrol car to pass by at the end of the road, and then sneak across the road. But just as she was about to move on, she heard a loud quarrel. That was the main house, the lights in the Weir family were on, and the noise of the quarrel came from inside. Hitzfeld moved a little closer. "I just visited my father last week. Now that he is dead, I should be in charge of this house and the land behind it."
"Impossible! You wish...!" "Jack Will, don't be so shameless. I helped you so much in the gang, but who helped you take over that area? Who supported you under so much pressure? It was me! Your brother!" "What does that mean? You also said you are my brother, we are brothers! And now you are trying to exclude me from this business!" "Business? Ha... That's not wrong." "You admitted it?" "I never denied it."