The origin of this bloodline is not very glorious. The Larence family probably wouldn't care about pirate treasures, but if this case became a big deal and people knew that the missing young lady had given birth to a pirate's child, it would be a serious blow to their reputation. "But you didn't doubt me this time?" Hitzfeld suddenly came to his senses. "It's also just speculation. This time my speculation is based on a vague legend. The symptoms of the curse in the two time periods are indeed different... Why don't you question me?" "Because the files on the Giant Shadow at Sea case are also in the Wheel of Fortune, and I happened to have read it." This is what Darent answered her. "I can tell you responsibly that there is no giant's shadow. What those crazy people saw was just a human figure outlined on the canvas." "this……!" Hitzfeld opened his mouth slightly.
"Yes." Darent nodded, "They are indeed the same curse." "But I don't understand Bram's purpose in doing this." He frowned. "Even if he knew about this, shouldn't he keep a low profile? Why did he call in Lawrence's people and draw their attention?" "In this regard..." Hitzfeld's mouth curled up slightly. "You have to understand we are dealing with a unique criminal." "Agile, excellent marksmanship, courageous, smart and cunning..." "Bram is not an ordinary criminal. You can't judge him by ordinary people's standards. I think he might be using Larence's people to intimidate Horus and force them to take out..." boom…… A crisp explosion was faintly heard in the town. Hitzfeld and Darent turned their heads at the same time, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts. …… Half an hour later. Molly Fister was found dead in her bedroom at the inn. She was shot to death with a shotgun, and the entire front of her body, including her face, was filled with steel balls. Hitzfeld vomited six times during the autopsy. In her words, she not only vomited up everything she had eaten in the morning, but also everything she would eat in the next year. Darent was fine.
After digging out the steel ball fragments that were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood with his own hands, Hitzfeld came back and heard that he even had the leisure to count the number of steel balls. "Ugh——!" She couldn't hold it in anymore. She covered her mouth, staggered to the bathroom, grabbed the sink, and almost vomited out her internal organs. "You can't do that." Darent's nasty laugh came from behind, "It's just flesh with holes. I really don't understand why you're so scared." I'm not afraid. Hitzfeld retorted in his heart. I just feel sick - But she was no longer able to say anything and could only allow Darent to mock her. Sheriff Macan arrived soon. Seeing the body and the steel balls Darent had picked out, he and the police officers quickly followed Hitzfeld's footsteps. After following the procedure to give the testimony - because Hitzfeld was apparently the last person the deceased had contact with before his death - the girl forcibly pulled her partner away. Otherwise she was afraid that Darent would continue counting what Sheriff Macan had eaten this morning. "He's a madman!" Standing on a high ground to avoid stepping on the sewage, Hitzfeld looked at the street viciously. She was talking about Bram, after all, Bram was the one most closely associated with Ms. Feist. He was the one who called the person, and then the murder happened the next day just after he confirmed that the other party "was Fester". The causal relationship was too close, and she couldn't help but make this association. "From this perspective, he is indeed quite psychologically twisted." Darent took out a handkerchief and handed it to the girl, asking her to wipe the water remaining on her hands and chin. "Now we can roughly determine what his motive is. He just wants the Larence family to pay attention to this town, causing Horus and Jonah to panic, and forcing them to do something he wants to see." His expression was also very serious. The death of Ms. Fister will definitely attract the attention of Fister Gold Shop and even the Larence family. But this is a life... Just to achieve this small goal and push the situation in the direction you want, you can ruthlessly use and kill a person who has no grudge against you. Dante Bram can indeed be called an extremely evil person. After some discussion, the two reached a consensus: Saturday and Sunday might be the last chance to capture Bram. He is too cunning. He was ruthless and decisive. He accelerated his plan as soon as he realized that a detective was involved. Regardless of whether he got what he wanted this weekend, Hitzfeld believed that he would not come back to town and would most likely escape directly along the canyon.
Chapter 27 Outbreak Next, Darent used his fake "Shadow Lion" identity to communicate with Sheriff Makan. He mobilized most of the local police force, a total of 48 police officers to participate in the final roundup operation. The inside information of the case has been leaked through informants. Hitzfeld received the counterfeit ring she ordered Friday evening. Back at Gebrina's house, she lit a candle, poured the contents out of the envelope, held it up to the light and turned it over to examine it. It's basically a gold ring. The shape... is somewhat similar to the One Ring. Thinner and more delicate than the Lord of the Rings, the gold-plated surface has dense, irregular dark lines, which reflect crystal clear bright red light as the angle changes. Like a ruby ring wrapped in gold, indeed. If it is naturally produced, it is understandable that it is sold at a high price. Hitzfeld then conducted a series of experiments. She put the ring on the index finger of her left hand, moved farther away from the candlelight, and kept turning her wrist to test how it would perform in an environment with insufficient lighting. Away from the light, the ring's charm quickly dimmed, only reflecting golden and red light from time to time. enough. Hitzfeld was very satisfied. It was impossible to see anything clearly in the jungle environment. All she wanted was to mislead those who wanted it. Time passed by minute by minute. While waiting, Darent brought news: Helen secretly left home and sneaked into the doctor's house at night. "It's a careful calculation." He teased. “Knowing that I won’t have the chance to eat again, I ate everything I could without any regrets.” "He'll have a chance to think carefully." Hitzfeld's face was sullen. Of course—in prison! As the night passed, the time to close the net was getting closer. The next day, Saturday. At 2 ., Darent continued to bring news: Horus and Jonah were missing. This was consistent with the girl's assessment of the situation - after learning of Ms. Fister's identity, they realized that her death would inevitably cause reactions from many parties, so they would not have much time left to find the Falcon treasure.
Perhaps they were here to take their share and escape through the canyon like Bram did. "Sheriff Makan has already led people to guard several gaps in the canyon a day in advance." Darent shrugged. "Of course, if they know other secret passages, there's nothing we can do." "Not urgent." Hitzfeld calmed down. "The source of the contamination is most likely in the doctor's hands. He sees Horus and Jonah as prey and won't let them get away like this." Sure enough, soon the people who were monitoring Bram sent a message saying that he had packed up a bunch of fishing gear and several large boxes were loaded on a horse, and he was leading the horse and preparing to leave the town. Hitzfeld was also prepared. Thick tights, high boots, shoulder-length gray hair tied into a ponytail. She and Darent went in two different directions, each leading a group of people to follow. …… 4:30 . Hitzfeld pushed aside a cluster of lush branches and leaves, already a little out of breath. Really, long skirts are really not suitable for walking in the jungle. You will be scratched by branches and get wet with dew at any time. But she didn't dare to shorten her skirt. Not to mention that she doesn't accept short skirts at all, and doesn't accept showing her thighs in front of others - even if she is wearing pantyhose. Even if she is open-minded enough to accept it, how many times will her skirt be lifted up and scratched by branches in such an environment? So it's impossible. Short skirts be damned. I should have borrowed a pair of pants from Helen or Lily... "Huh...huh..." Walking through the woods with six police officers, the girl felt remorseful. Strictly speaking, this was not her fault. Because from the moment she prepared to leave for 12 Flo Street, she couldn't find a single pair of trousers in the house. It was true that Mrs. Glee took good care of her, but she also retained many feudal ideas. In the lady's opinion, if you are a girl and a lady, you must wear a skirt. Wearing pants is against dogma and against common sense.
Madame and Anna... Number 12 Flo Street has always been inhabited by women. So of course there wouldn't be any pants in the house. Hitzfeld hated this feudal ideology, but at that time she was paralyzed by studying hard and had no time to pay attention to these aspects. "Hold on a bit, Miss Hitzfeld." The police officers traveling with her couldn't bear to see her suffering so much, so they stepped forward to clear the way for her. "Or why don't you just go back? After all, there are so many of us, Bram can't escape anyway."