In Mole Street, the sky was dark gray and mist enveloped the street. At this time, there were dots of firelight everywhere - craftsmen and employees returned home one after another, or sat on the roadside, cracking melon seeds and chatting. This was a rare lively moment in the day.
Since the crest of the Royal Hollian family is a sunflower, melon seeds have naturally become a popular snack among civilians. You can see melon seed peels spat on the ground almost everywhere in the East District. Melon seeds are a cheap currency of exchange second only to cigarettes.
Ed bought a pack of melon seeds wrapped in newspaper, wandered around the streets, scattered the smoke, divided the melon seeds, and soon found out about Abigail's whereabouts:
A young girl has recently moved into apartment building No. 22.
Dylan was left at the Jubilation Club by Ed to continue his "happy time." It's not because Ed thinks he can do it again, but because he has confirmed that he is very safe now, and it is more convenient to move alone——
Especially after checking out the window with the one-eyed spider at the Jubilation Club.
The corridor of the apartment was very damp, and the carpet on the floor was covered with velvety moss, like a mini lawn. If it weren't for the protection of the carpet, people going upstairs would probably fall over on the slippery moss steps if they were not careful.
He quickly found Miss Abigail's residence. The blue paint had faded and peeled off into withered, mottled lines. Fingering the doorbell, a faint ringing sounded in front of the door.
"Who are you?" A timid voice came from inside.
"I'm from the East Precinct Police Station, Miss Abigail. This is my badge. Please open the door."
Ed showed his police badge to the snoop board. This is an additional identification issued by the Bureau of Investigation as a substitute when it is inconvenient to show the identity of the agent.
There was a slight commotion in the room, and after a moment, the door opened.
In front of him was a young lady with a delicate face and a thin body. The wide goose-yellow dress covered the wounds all over her body, but only the whip marks on her cheeks were missed. She still looked shaken.
"Hello, officer. What's up?"
"Let's go in and talk."
Ed walked into the room and saw broken furniture everywhere in the rental house: the sofa was scarred, bricks were propped up under the wardrobe with broken legs, and two pine wood armchairs with unstable corners were placed next to the coffee table.
There are two water glasses on it, one with lip prints and one without.
It seems that I arrived at just the right time. He was 95% sure that Holland was hiding in the closet at the moment.
But Ed doesn't want to start a war here, and I'm afraid the other party doesn't either. Even if Abigail is not hurt by luck, if her sweetheart is taken away by force here, it will definitely cause secondary damage to her spirit.
It's better to lure Holander out and find a favorable position to save yourself the trouble of taking action...
Ed walked around the nearest chair and sat down in front of the other chair, facing the closet, leaving no room for a sneak attack.
"I'll get straight to the point. I heard that you had a relationship with a male Volunian named Holland, is that true?" He crossed his legs and put the back of his hand on the chair.
"Oh..." Her eyes began to wander, trying hard to stop her desire to look back.
"...We just knew each other for a while. I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Hiss - this is difficult to handle. According to our re-examination of the scene, this is very likely to be a deliberate murder. The evidence is very unfavorable to you, miss, do you understand what I mean?"
After saying that, Ed followed Dylan's example and rubbed three fingers.
Abigail quickly understood the "implication" of Ed's words. She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, lowered her head, took out her wallet, and poured out all the coins in it.
"Please, officer, this is all I have."
Seeing the miserable appearance of the girl in front of him, Ed couldn't bear it. He even wanted to punch himself. But in order to hook Holland, it was necessary. Anyway, he will return the money to Miss Abigail later.
"It doesn't matter." He swept all the coins into his pocket and smiled sinisterly. "Fortunately, the investigation period of the case is long enough, so you have enough preparation time. I will come back in two days. I wish you can resume work soon, Ah. Miss Bigail.”
After that, Ed put on his hat and walked out of the room. As the door closed, he vaguely heard the angry creak of the wardrobe opening.
The other party took the bait.
Along the way, he deliberately slowed down his pace to ensure that it could keep up with his tracks, and led it into an alley.
"You are a liar." A vicious whisper came from the silent alley. "Despicable maggot, hand over your money and I will give you a merciful death."
"What if I don't agree?" Ed turned around, leaning on his cane with both hands and smiling.
"The flames of vengeance will burn your filthy bones, and your soul will fall into eternal burning purgatory..."
The opponent is also a first-level Beyonder, but as a user of the "Cremation" secret text, he has a certain advantage in terms of attack methods. To be honest, Ed was not 100% sure that he could capture the opponent alive.
Fortunately, he didn't have to do it himself this time.
"Repent! Ant, your last sentence——"
The temperature of the air began to rise, but the voice stopped abruptly.
"Thanks, Quinn."
A dark and familiar figure appeared at the alley, dragging Holander with his right hand, who collapsed like mud:
"Did you notice that I was following you?" Quinn was a little surprised.
"Yes. Your collar is particularly obvious in the one-eyed spider's field of vision." Ed said, tugging on his collar.
"I'm just, uh, a little worried..." Under the thin moonlight, she hesitated, looking very embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter, let's get the people back first."
Ed tied Holander's hands, hired a carriage, and transported Holander back to the East District Police Station.
…
In the interrogation room, Ed stuffed the found items into a plate, pointed with his finger and said:
"I have two tickets for a boat sailing tomorrow morning on my body, and there is a fiery red phoenix tattoo on my right arm. The clothes are second-hand goods bought in Flea Alley, there is no cigarette in the pocket, and there is no smell of alcohol in the mouth. It seems that Abigail's His vision is not that bad, at least he has the potential to become a good family man."
Quinn sat on the chair in the opposite direction, put his hands on the back of the chair, and looked at Holland who was about to wake up:
"Phoenix Tattoo, is he from the Nirvana Church?"
The Nirvana Order is an extreme restoration organization composed of elves. Its main purpose is to restore the former Voluni Empire and take revenge on Richard II. It is one of the main opponents of the Divine Bureau.
"Yes, I'm afraid we caught a big fish." Ed didn't think the other party would be a lone wolf.
"Do you need me to beat him up first? These lunatics won't speak until they're beaten to death." She cracked her knuckles eagerly.
"Well, I suggest we try to communicate in a relatively civilized way first before talking..."
Ed motioned her to go out for a while and let him interrogate Holander alone:
"I'll find a way to get him to talk."
