While listening to the self-narration of this pig man who called himself Herbert, a series of question marks popped up in Wayne's head.
What do you call changing in your own way? Is this what you call revenge against society?
Thinking this, Wayne looked towards the victims who were also at the scene.
He wanted to ask her what she thought, but he found that the woman was staring at him with an obsessed look on her face. When they first met her eyes, it was Wayne who was confused by her.
He asked in a not very good tone: "The person who wanted to hurt you just now said he was innocent. As a victim, what do you think?"
"I...I don't have any opinion..." she said ambiguously.
After a pause, she seemed to suddenly remember something again and slightly increased her volume.
"By the way, my name is Lina——"
"Anything is fine, Na. You go out from this road, return to the avenue, and go to the patrol guards to report the crime." Wayne interrupted her self-introduction.
Since the security has been increased, it means that some senior officials must have taken the "Pig Man" case seriously.
By going directly to report the crime, at least she would have some level of protection tonight.
"Eh?"
Lina looked startled, then hesitated: "But, it was very dark on the way here..."
"Didn't you walk well just now?" Wayne said, "The pig man is in my hands, he can't run away."
Of course, by the time she went to report the crime and then called back and forth, she would have already finished dealing with this incident and ran away.
Seeing his resolute attitude, Lina had no choice but to say reluctantly: "Well... then, I'll be back right away! Please wait here for a while~"
After watching Lina run away wildly, Wayne turned back and stared at the prey that fell into his hands.
…
At the same time, on the other side of the royal city.
Diff was following Bulwer, investigating the locations of previous crimes.
Originally, I couldn't reach the hem of Lord Bulwer's clothes. But maybe the gods couldn't bear to let their talents go to waste, so they sent this god-given opportunity to themselves.
That day, the old woman who came to report the crime was crying with snot and tears, telling how the "pig man" had plotted against her. Difu, who was standing aside and listening at the time, suddenly had a brilliant idea in his mind.
He almost told a huge lie as a last resort.
When he discovered that Bulwer had devoted a lot of energy to tracking down the whereabouts of the "Pig Man", he deliberately modified the man in black he met that night according to the old woman's description.
In his mouth, what he met was not a strange man wearing a mask, but a tall, fat man with a pig face.
It turned out that he was right.
Bulwer really regarded him as an eyewitness and attached great importance to the clues he provided, even taking him with him when he went out to investigate the case.
Just because of this, Diff's daily life has changed dramatically.
Those who have bullied themselves in the past can only change their ways to please themselves, lest they be retaliated by him.
However, only he himself understands how fragile and vulnerable this trust is.
Once discovered by those people, he only gained the attention of his superiors because of a temporary favor. If he is knocked down again after the incident...I am afraid that what he will suffer next will be even worse and more unbearable.
These anxious things happened one after another, making people breathless, and even Dave's expression became very gloomy.
Bulwer thought he was just afraid of meeting a pig man again, and even comforted him: "Don't worry. I have mobilized many experts tonight. If the target is besieged, there is no possibility of escaping. If you meet the real murderer, you will be lucky." .”
Hearing his reassurance made Dev even more worried.
I didn't think much about it before, so I just lied without permission. It's better to say that he wasn't discovered...if he was discovered, he didn't think he could withstand the wrath of the commander-in-chief of the city guard.
With an uneasy feeling, he followed Bulwer and walked to another street along the reporting route.
"...It's a bit strange. Is there any necessary connection between these cases?" Diff heard Bulwer talking to himself, "The distance between them is too far, and the motive for the crime is difficult to find. No matter how they look, they all look alike. It was a spur-of-the-moment idea.”
His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Not long after, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Dave: "Diff, tell me again what happened to you that night."
Difu was a little nervous, but he still said softly: "I... After I finished cleaning in the office, I had diarrhea and squatted in the toilet for a long time, so it was already very late when I came out. I don't remember exactly what time it was... At that time, I just wanted to go home early, and then I met that terrible person. He was very tall, and his arms and thighs were about three or four times as thick as mine. When he walked, the ground shook faintly."
"Seeing his appearance, I was completely frightened. I couldn't even run away."
"He also saw me, so he walked towards me step by step and asked me - what is your name? What do you do?"
He imitated the tone of voice of the cloaked man he met that night.
Bulwer listened attentively, as if trying to analyze some clues from this statement that he had heard many times.
"I said I was a new recruit of the city guard... but he beat me up without saying a word."
There was a hint of grievance in Difu's tone, and the emotion was very real and in place.
In fact, Bulwer did not doubt his words.
"Are you hostile to our city guard..."
Bulwer pondered, his voice gradually lowering. "But it should be easy for him to kill a new recruit who doesn't know magic, so why not kill him?"
Faced with his speculation, Difu didn't even dare to express his anger.
"That's right!" Bulwer seemed to suddenly understand something. "In several reports, there were cases where they were just peeping or following from a distance."
"I think he probably wasn't interested in killing you at that time, so he just beat you up."
Dave was slightly relieved to realize that Bulwer had found a reasonable explanation for him.
However, the nerves in his brain were still tense.
He felt that at this moment, he was like a particle of dust blown up by the wind. Before the dust settled, he didn't know where he would drift to.
——Can you pass the test smoothly?
Unable to give a definite answer, I can only suffer from this question.
Just when Dave couldn't help but regret his previous rashness again, a sudden voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Lord Bulwer, we found the clue!"
An unknown guard rushed over.
