"Considering all the previous changes, they speculated that this time the 'Deformers' may have some special means to intercept AHgAs's internal information, so..."
"That makes sense," Chiba nodded, "Then let's not tell Victoria and the others about our specific progress for the time being."
"Furthermore, they gave the aberrant this time a codename, 'Assassin'..." After reading this, Si Lei was stunned for a moment, "Why didn't you just use the 'red velvet' in the last letter?"
"Maybe Victoria doesn't want this matter to be related to Hesta," Chiba said softly, "The more this 'assassin' wants to lead the information, the less likely we will be fooled."
Si Lei put down his phone and said, "Same."
Chiba stared silently at the junction between the mountains and the sky in the distance, remembering the conversation with Avinash not long ago.
——"Even if Hesta is not the murderer of the Hoffman case, as a Hesta from District 3, she is probably inseparable from this case... She must know something."
Chiye lowered her head and checked her mailbox again - there was no news from El yet, and she didn't know if he could find any clues in the northern part of District 14. If there was really any unfavorable news, she had to intercept it in time. .
"How far are we from Short Ming Alley now?" Qianye asked suddenly.
"Theoretically, we are not far from Short Ring Alley. We are now on the edge of it, but it will take a while to reach the residential area."
Chiba yawned, "Then you drive the rest of the way, and I'll get in the car and take a nap."
Si Lei sat next to Qianye and took the water from her hand.
"Thanks for your hard work."
…
In the conference room of Tan Yi Police Station, Paul sat in his seat with a haggard face - ten hours had passed, and no one had told him what happened last night, whether it was Avi from the coalition government. Nash or Victoria from AHgAs, both groups seemed to disappear suddenly.
Near noon, a police officer finally came back from the hospital and said that Victoria planned to transfer Viscount Rich to his residence in the countryside. The relevant medical equipment was also waiting to be transferred, and some cooperation from the police was needed.
"Why!" Pauler was shocked, "Where is this going? Rich was so seriously injured——"
"I don't know the specific situation, but the 'assassin' attacked the hospital last night." The police officer said, spreading a stack of photos on Pauler's desk. "It penetrated the ward on that floor and the Of all the walls in the ward, two are still load-bearing walls—that building is now a dangerous building.
"However, fortunately last night, Ms. Victoria took into account combat injuries and asked Rishi to temporarily move into the old inpatient department of the hospital. There are no other patients there. The entire building was originally planned to be demolished within five years."
Pauler looked confused, "What 'assassin'...are you talking about the chelate?"
"Yes, Lady Victoria named it, just last night."
Pauler only looked at the photo at this time. In the picture, there was a spindle-shaped crack in the partition wall between the wards. The cracks in some rooms were larger than others, showing a more arcuate and rounded oval shape. There is room for about one or two people to pass through.
"According to Ms. Victoria, after making these cracks, the murderer used them to shuttle back and forth between corridors and rooms to avoid pursuit and confuse sight. On the other hand, it prepared some funny things that would make strange noises. The dolls, when it first broke through the wall, threw them in all corners of the room, and then these dolls screamed together, making the scene even more chaotic."
"So were there any casualties last night?" Pauler asked nervously. Just then, the photo in his hand turned to a close-up of the side of the neck, and a long blood-red mark suddenly appeared. Pauler didn't have time to take a closer look, and his hand shook. , the photo fell on the table.
"Don't be nervous, Inspector, no one was hurt last night, it was lipstick."
"……What?"
Pauler picked up the photo again in disbelief - indeed, it was not a bloody wound. If you look carefully, you can still see the texture of the skin under the lipstick.
"Everyone is surprised. The murderer said 'hello' to several mercury needles stationed at the hospital last night," the police officer replied softly, "in this way."
…
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the police station's special car drove to the downstairs of the hospital. The road from the hospital to Cleyer's Farm was under emergency security. Rishi was also pushed into the hospital's ambulance. Avinash and Victoria followed the car, and everything was about to be ready.
The mercury needles at the scene were still in a low mood. Everyone returned to their respective places and were reluctant to talk.
Avinash looked at the police officer beside him, "Where are the Paula people?"
"The inspector said she was not feeling well today, so she would not go with you. He will wait for news from you at the police station."
"That's fine." Avinash retracted his gaze and looked at Victoria, who was not far away.
He wasn't very familiar with this Mercurial Needle, but judging from the other person's communication style, he was quite an approachable person.
He was silent for a moment, then walked to Victoria and handed her a square scarf, "Do you need it?"
"Huh? No need, thank you."
"The mark on your neck," Avinash pointed at his neck, "Why don't you wipe it?"
Only then did Victoria remember that she had indeed never washed her neck. She whispered, took Avinash's handkerchief, and handed the four photos to him at the same time, "Thank you, help me get it." Can you get off?"
Avinash looked at the photos - these were a few snapshots without details, and the murderer's shadow was blurry, but Victoria had been looking at these photos just now, and she didn't know what she was looking at.
"Is it the murderer?"
"Yes, this murderer is very interesting. Every time it comes, it destroys the surveillance equipment first, so we don't have a clear picture of it for so long."
Avinash frowned - Victoria's voice sounded a little excited, as if it was so interesting to "never be able to take a picture of the murderer".
"Maybe he's afraid of being recognized." He whispered, "Nine times out of ten, this person is very famous among us—"
"Do you have any suspicion?" Victoria asked.
"Not yet -" Avinash hesitated before saying "but", but before he could say the word "but", he heard Victoria sigh.
"Me too. It's been so long and everyone still doesn't have a clue. However, I was very familiar with the modus operandi yesterday. It should be said that I am very, very familiar with it."
Avinash raised his eyes with some concern, "Really? Have you seen something similar somewhere in the past -"
"That's right," Victoria said, her eyes shining, "Have you ever heard of 'The Gleaners'?"
