"Ok, I see."
Ed nodded and filled in the form casually, but he was thinking about this matter in his heart:
The first point is that judging from the clues given by Mr. George, Quinn was most likely adopted by the former branch chief Christopher. After all, Ms. Olivia will not turn into a nearly three-meter-tall, furry wolf-like monster.
Mr. George seems to know Quinn's life experience. He regained some of his sanity before his death, but he would rather endure the pain of removing bones and flesh than tell the truth. This shows that the truth is likely to be detrimental to her.
This is why Ed took the initiative to pick up the gun and pull the trigger - not to pity George, but to protect Quinn.
The second point is that her self-healing ability far exceeds that of regular lycanthropy patients, and she also possesses strange powers that are suspected of being a "catalytic plant".
Thirdly, her relationship with Ms. Olivia is not harmonious. Also, Ms. Olivia has a mutilated little finger on her right palm. I wonder if it has anything to do with her.
These three clues almost all point to the former branch chief Christopher. If you want to understand Quinn's life experience, you must explore the past of this legendary figure in Silvermist City.
And it would be best if Quinn herself didn't know about it.
"Okay, the personnel report has been filled out for now. I'll take care of the rest later. Anyway, I can't go anywhere without a leg."
Ed smiled mockingly, capped his pen and handed the shield back.
"If you ask me, you might as well go to bed and recuperate. What's the use of filling this piece of shit? Anyway, that bitch in Lafayette will take all the credit on himself."
"Agents from the Bureau of Investigation should not evaluate the quality of things. We can only do what we must do." Ed raised his head and looked at her and said in a practical manner.
"Okay, you learn really fast." Quinn sneered and took the shield from Ed's hand, "By the way, I have something to give you back."
"Give it back to me? What is it?"
Quinn took out a small metal-like object from his pocket and threw it on the desk. Ed recognized it at a glance - it was Arthur's one-eyed spider.
The surface of this poor little guy has been baked into a dark black color that is almost oxidized by the flames. The most critical cat's eye stone has also been severely cracked and cannot be used anymore.
He took apart the casing and found that the parts inside were still intact. As long as you replace the eye stone with a new one, perform a little maintenance and re-apply lubricant, you can still use it.
Ed has already applied for a new one-eyed spider from the equipment team, and it is estimated that it will be issued to him in a few days. But as one of Arthur's legacies, the one-eyed spider is still significant:
"Thanks, where did you find it?"
"I happened to find it in the ruins when we were sealing off the underground water palace. By the way, where did Eaton go?" Quinn looked around and wondered.
"He just received a telegram from the police station. Another murder occurred in the East District. The murderer's modus operandi was similar to 'Mr. Smile'."
'Mr. Smile' is one of Silvermist's craziest and most notorious serial murderers. During the three months he was making waves, a young girl was made into a smiling doll every week, a total of thirteen.
Each victim was tortured both mentally and physically before death, and the methods were heinous. At the same time, before and after each crime, he would mail an anonymous letter of challenge to the police station to cause large-scale social panic.
According to subsequent identification, the murderer named Josephine Bruno was once an underground surgeon who made countless smiling dolls for the freak show circus, and Charlotte was also his first victim. one.
"Mr. Smile? Didn't he die seven years ago? I was still at the scene at that time, and the body is 100% sure to be his." Quinn was a little surprised by this.
Seven years ago... Based on this calculation, Quinn had already joined the Divine Adjustment Bureau before he was fourteen years old. In terms of seniority, that was really early. No wonder Anvil never dared to be aggressive with her.
"So there is a high probability that it is a copycat crime. Of course, we can't be sure yet. Let's see what Eaton says when he comes back..."
Copycat crimes like this are not uncommon amid the overwhelming panic publicity in the media. The murderer is either a pervert who worships madmen, or he is trying to create a false impression after committing the crime and simply frame it on these "well-known figures".
"Okay, I understand. It's almost noon, do you want me to bring you lunch?"
Quinn glanced with concern at Ed's left leg, which was wrapped in a cast on the chair.
"No, there are some leftover bread and sausage slices in the cupboard. Either the mouse or I must get rid of it first."
Although he is as passionate about food as most people, Ed has no requirements for three meals a day. His childhood experience in the workhouse gave him an iron appetite that can swallow anything.
"Okay then... I'll go to the Eastern District stronghold. If you need anything, you can send a telegram there."
After staying in the house for less than ten minutes, Quinn already wanted to go out again.
"Well, remember to say hello to the others for me. By the way - don't let Charlotte know about this for the time being, and find a way to keep her in a safe place." Ed warned.
"Okay, got it." Quinn closed the door without looking back.
…
Knock knock knock——
Just when Ed was soaking in the pile of papers, there was a knock on the door.
There must be guests coming, and Mr. Quinn and Mr. Eaton would not knock on the door like this.
"Come in," Ed said politely.
I hope I can get some decent commissions this time.
You should know that the vast majority of the requests provided by customers are trivial household matters such as "I want you to follow my husband/wife", and the rewards are pitifully small.
In this situation, Ed usually gives a business card from another private detective agency.
The door opened, and Catalina walked in:
"Ed, did you receive my birthday invitation?"
"I got it, but it may be a little inconvenient for me during this period..." Ed tactfully declined.
"Oh..." Catalina blinked, looked around and whispered, "Did the mysterious venerable in the dream tell you something again?"
"No, it's my leg..." Ed said helplessly.
Catalina walked around to the side and saw Ed's left leg tied with a plaster. She covered her lips with her fingers and said:
"Oh my god, which villain beat my most loyal servant like this?! Tell me, and I will use my sword to bring you justice."
"I threw it myself..." In a sense, that's true.
"Where did you fall? How could you be so careless?"
"This...it's a long story."
Ed didn't want to waste time explaining this to her:
"What are you doing here? Isn't it just to confirm the invitation?"
"Of course not. I came here to ask for advice on something."
"Please speak." Ed said, sitting up a little straighter.
"Does your detective agency... have a reliable intelligence network?"
