"I shouldn't have agreed to let him go find you guys...Oh my God! How am I going to live if something happens to Mickey?" "Mrs. Gebrina..." Hitzfeld tried to continue to defend himself. She had long thought that Mickey's family might not be easy to get along with, but this situation was much worse than she thought. Just then, Hitzfeld discovered that a key person was missing from the scene. "Where's your husband?" She stared at Mrs. Gebrina. "Where is Jonah Gebrina now?" In front of him, Darent, who had just put Mickey down, frowned slightly. Among those sad children, the black-haired girl named Helen also raised her head and looked over here in surprise. "He..." Mrs. Gebrina had not originally intended to answer this question. This is understandable for a mother. Obviously, Mickey, whom she loves and teaches, is much more lovable than her violent husband. But the gray-haired girl's expression became particularly terrifying at this moment.
His brows furrowed slightly, and his single blue eye gradually narrowed. Her fair and pretty face originally had little deterrent power even when she was angry, but she deliberately grinned and replaced the peaceful expression with a grim one. Being stared at by such a girl, Mrs. Gebrina couldn't help but feel her hands and feet cold. She remembered the few times she saw wild beasts in the jungle and the look in their eyes that appeared through the gaps in the bushes. "He's upstairs." So she answered honestly. "He said he wanted to go up and take a look..." Hitzfeld immediately turned around and rushed upstairs, taking two steps at a time. This allowed her to rush to the second floor in just a few seconds. She turned the corner at the second-floor staircase and sprinted. When she turned the corner, she immediately saw two figures standing in the corridor, facing the interior of a room, and they were frozen there without moving. Gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles and nerves, the girl pushed down her right shoulder without slowing down, and knocked down a figure with her shoulder. "what!" It wasn't until he started to fall that he let out a scream, and then he knocked down another figure, who pinned him down heavily. "Don't come over here and look!" Hitzfeld gave a warning, already lowering his head and entering the room. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a rotten smell. It's not the smell of a corpse. How to say it, when humans enter old age, some things cannot be metabolized and accumulate on the body, emitting unpleasant odor. Elderly people who are more particular will bathe and change clothes frequently, and apply ointment to keep clean. But if you don't care, or don't wash your clothes frequently, you will always have a strange and smelly smell on your body.
So the saying that there is no filial son for a long-term sick bed is not an empty saying. Although most people pat their chests and say they can do it at first, when they really start to take care of the elderly, few can stick to it. While studying in China, Hitzfeld also worked as a volunteer in a hospital, and she has experienced this kind of smell. So the moment she entered the room, she knew this should be the bedroom of Mickey's grandfather and grandmother. Lower your head, then raise it up little by little. Hitzfeld was careful not to allow himself to see the entire scene. The first thing that caught my eye was the foot of the bed and the corner of the table, as well as some messy daily necessities thrown on the ground. Further up, she saw a pair of legs. Not a living person. Instead, it is a pair of crude "legs" that are deliberately formed by sewing with needle and thread, using the curtains on both sides as the outline. Controlling his gaze so as not to look at its upper body, Hitzfeld reached out and pulled out the needle and thread from the "leg". The curtains dropped and the shape of the legs dissipated. Hitzfeld then looked up and saw that its upper body was also in human form. This is a man-made, interstitial strange shadow. …… A few hours passed and many new guests came to the Gebrina family. The chief of police in the town of Barvik, Sheriff Makan. Several police officers brought by Makan. There were also a few enthusiastic townspeople who, after hearing the news, came over with lanterns to watch the excitement. With these people blocking the front and back yards, the not-so-small Gebrina's house seemed a lot more crowded. "Are you detectives?" Sheriff Makan was wearing a police uniform and was writing something in a small notebook with a frown on his face. He and Sheriff Rand have two different styles. Sheriff Rand is a big, strong man, and you can tell at first glance that he's very capable of fighting. As for Sheriff Macan, his clothes were stretched out three or four times around his waist, and the fat on his chin was so thick that he could hide a small pistol in it without being discovered. Opposite him were Hitzfeld and Darent, both of whom nodded after hearing the question. "Is there any proof?" Makan was not going to let them off easily. "let me."
Darent whispered to the girl. Then he walked forward, poking the badge on Sheriff Makan's chest with his index finger, and warned him bluntly: "If you can use your pig brain full of fat intestines to think carefully, you should understand that you can get the answer to this matter by going to the Criminal Investigation Department of Zhongtu City and checking the files!" "you……" "What do you mean by 'you'? Detective is not a lowly job, let alone the best of them. Think about why they can survive. Isn't it because of assholes like you who don't do anything?" "You guys..." Just as Makan was about to curse, he glanced and saw Darent take out a small notebook from his pocket and showed it to him. "The Sara Kingdom's Strategic Homeland Security Bureau." "Ah, this..." Sheriff Makan's expression changed from slightly angry to a flattering smile in an instant. "If you have any objections, go check it out. You have no right to question our identity!" "Yes...Okay! I'll send someone to check it out tomorrow...!" "..." Hitzfeld just watched Darente lie seriously. "How long have you been preparing this?" While Makan was wiping his sweat and interrogating the Gebrina family, Hitzfeld asked Darent. She also had no good feelings towards Sheriff Makan. It should be said that she had no good feelings towards the police officers in the town. Although those police officers were not as fat as Makan, they were not in healthy shape either. Coupled with Mickey's earlier description of how they had hastily closed the case of Johnny's murder, Hitzfeld felt in his heart that they did not deserve the uniforms they wore. She asked this mainly because she was curious and wanted to know how many times Darent had done this. "Not long." Darent simply took out the notebook and stuffed it into her hand. Hitzfeld opened it and took a look. [Sara Kingdom Junior Motor Vehicle Driver Certificate] [Note: Because this student nearly caused several accidents during the assessment period, the validity period is only half of the normal standard. ] [Validity period: ] "..." Licking his lips, Hitzfeld decided that he would never ride in his car again. Just then, she heard a commotion coming from the front yard. "doctor!"
People shouted. "Dr. Bram is here!" Dante Blum? Hitzfeld immediately put the matter of the driver's license out of his mind, held Darent's shoulder, and stood on tiptoe, wanting to see what the man looked like. Dr. Bram arrived soon. Inside was a dark brown dress and outside was a gray coat. The nasolabial folds are as deep as the eye sockets, and at meters tall he stands out from the crowd. He didn't pay attention to Hitzfeld, and used his height advantage to see the backyard, and immediately walked over. Hitzfeld half-closed his eyes. She stared at the man's ears. Staring at the curly red hair that showed from his temples, behind his ears and so on. Chapter 15: Strange Death After confirming that the deceased was beyond saving, Dr. Bram turned to examine the physical conditions of other people. Like Mickey. For example, Jonah and Horus—they were the two figures that Hitzfell had rescued from that gaze curse. "He is in a very high position." Hitzfeld took the initiative to walk to Sheriff Makan and stared at Bram with his right eye alone. "Is such that……" Sheriff Makan gave her an uneasy look. "Because he is the only doctor in Barvik." Darent's aura completely overwhelmed him, so much so that even though he hadn't verified it yet, he already believed that the two men were Shadow Lion agents. So he tried to move to the side as much as possible to avoid the fat on his waist touching the girl. "Oh?" Hitzfeld was a little surprised. "I thought since they set up a factory and a police station here, there would be no shortage of medical sites." There was a spinning mill in the town, and that was where Helen and Lily worked. And there are people like Sheriff Makan. Although she thought this man and the police officers he led were useless and were just sitting there collecting salaries, she had to admit that the uniform had a deterrent effect.
No matter what, the weapons of the police are much more sophisticated than those of civilians. With them in place, the security in the town will not be too bad. She thought that these were all arranged by the administrative unit of Zhongtu City. Following this line of thought, it was strange that there was no clinic. "We all have to accept our fate. We can't leave even if we want to." Sheriff Makan kept shaking his head as he listened. "As for those shabby factories... To be honest, their owners opened them here without any intention of making any profit." "Then why..." Hitzfeld frowned at first.