"By the way, Ed, what did the gentleman at the front desk just say to you?"
The corridor of the hotel was a bit long, and Catalina couldn't help but break the silence and asked curiously. She really couldn't figure out what matters in the hotel needed to be communicated in private.
"Nothing. He said that if you need to eat, you can ring the bell in the room and he will help send it upstairs." Ed's eyes kept evading like loaches.
"Really? I just haven't had dinner yet, can you please..."
"Don't." "Don't!"
Ed and Quinn answered almost in unison. Katarina doesn't know why:
"...I can pay for it, but I don't have any change here for the time being. Why don't you, Ed, help me pay in advance, and when I go back -"
"It's not about money. If you want to have dinner, I'll buy it later, but don't press that button."
"ok, I get it……"
Katarina lowered her head and smoothed her chestnut hair from her forehead, and the three of them walked into the room in silence.
"Okay, it should be safe here. There is no one in the next room. I put a one-eyed spider in the corridor to monitor, as long as we speak in a lower voice-"
Before Ed could finish speaking, Quinn had already kicked the door shut with her black heel, grabbed Ed's wrist on her shoulder, reversed the joint and pressed him against the door.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Although she didn't know what she was angry about, Catalina could tell from her tone that she was angry now.
Want to help Ed? Katarina was troubled in her heart.
Let's wait and see... It doesn't look like he wants to resist for the time being.
"Uh-huh..." Ed took a breath, "Wait a minute, Mr. Eaton sent me to investigate a disappearance case, so I came here."
"Who's missing?"
"Bock Orton, the second son of County Councilor Leonard Orton, a member of the Royal Society's aerobatic corps. He disappeared in the city this morning. Mr. Eaton assigned me to go and search. That... it seems like that It’s a bit inconvenient, why don’t you release your hand first?”
"You said, I'm listening." Quinn raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't show any intention of letting go of her hands.
"Miss Quinn... please don't hurt Mr. Waikolo." Catalina suggested in a low voice.
"Of course, don't worry." Quinn turned around with a smile, then turned around and spoke like ice again, "Keep talking."
"I only found some vague dragging marks at the scene. These marks alone are not enough to confirm Orton's whereabouts. However, I also found traces of man-made damage on the flying wingsuit confiscated by the police. It was a miniature Timed blasting device.”
"So?" Quinn asked.
"So this is a premeditated kidnapping, not a temporary extortion. No one can tamper with the flying wingsuit after takeoff, and the pilot will certainly not be negligent about his own life before the game. Wingsuits will be checked beforehand.”
"...So I immediately contacted the competition team and inquired about the competition system and competition process in detail. Sure enough, after the pilot completed the inspection of the wingsuit, it will be handed over to the competition team inspector to determine whether the modification of the wingsuit complies with the specifications. Obviously this is the only way to do this Timing of hands and feet.”
"So did you catch the inspector?"
Katarina on the side couldn't help but ask. The story sounded like a detective novel. Although it was not as popular with her as chivalric novels, she always liked popular books.
"Of course, he was a guy with no bones. As soon as I brought the police over, he got all the moves. A mysterious person contacted him the day before the game and paid him a large sum of money in advance to have him fight against Burke Orton. The flight suit was rigged to make it crash land in the designated place.”
"So why did you come here?" Quinn's attitude improved slightly.
"Because Burke Orton still hasn't been found. Fortunately, I have other connections. Do you remember the guy named Drake we met during the Nirvana Order operation?"
"The one who smells of alcohol and wears a blindfold? Why did you suddenly think of looking for him?"
Quinn finally released her grip on Ed's wrist, and Ed turned around and shook his wrist as he said:
"Yes, that's him. I went to talk to him and he happened to be the person in charge of the Woodcutter and Fishing Gang in this area. He saved me a lot of trouble. You should know that kidnapping is a technical job, especially When it comes to transporting people to designated delivery points without leaving a trace, it's best to hire professionals - and the Woodcutter and Fishing Gang happen to be professionals in this area. Even if Drake doesn't get the job, at least he does. Probably knows who took his business."
Woodcutter and fishing gang? ! Catalina was startled by this name. Isn't that the name of the largest underground gang in Silvermist City?
She knew that Ed worked in a detective agency, but she didn't expect that he could still have connections with both black and white.
You are growing so fast. You are worthy of being my attendant, Ed... The Keeper of Secrets really did not misjudge your potential.
"But will he help you? What benefits can he gain from betraying customer information to the police?" Quinn had a look of disdain on his face, seeming to sneer at these gangsters.
"Money, more money. I told him that no matter how much money the employer pays, Senator Orton will pay double. You know, the morality and gold-lettered signs of the world are just decorations on the surface, and the fundamental principle of the gang is only one - The one with the highest price gets it.”
"So he betrayed his employer's true identity to you?"
"Strictly speaking, he doesn't know the true identity of the employer, but he told me the delivery location." Ed pointed to the ceiling, "It's right here."
"Well, that's a good point." Quinn extended her palm in the direction of Catalina, "So why does your friend appear here? Is there something that she must do?"
"God knows what happened, but I didn't invite her." Ed smiled helplessly, "Ka... Caitlin, tell me how you found this place."
"OK."
Katarina stood at attention, put her right hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and said softly in a strong voice:
“The following is Catalina of the Oakland family, the daughter of county councilman Brandon Oakland, a descendant of the ancient legendary knight “Aoki Shield” Duke Brandon, and a clan member of the “Silver Knight” Sir Galt. "
