Chapter 83 The leather shop
came to the Ron Avenue mentioned before. Nicole did not take Ronald directly to No. 37.
She first came to a small storefront with a key on the street.
Staring at the locksmith on the chair, the investigator girl approached and then whispered:
"Pine, the key over there at No. 37."
Oops -
the locksmith opened the drawer, then took out a bunch of keys and started rummaging through it. .
At the same time, he unconsciously looked at Ronald who was guarding the door.
"Miss Nicole, this is..."
Nicole explained,
"I brought him as a newcomer."
"That's right."
Nodding, the locksmith found a brass key, wrapped it in letter paper and handed it over.
"I wish you good luck with your work today."
"Thank you very much."
Nicole nodded her thanks and didn't stop there.
Turning to call Ronald, the two of them continued walking into the street.
Soon, the store No. 37 on the mission document arrived.
Sandwiched between a tool shop and a shop selling ironware, at street number 37, is a shop that handles leather and also sells it.
But during this time period.
While all the surrounding shops were open for business, only the gate of No. 37 was closed.
"This is it."
Looking at the leather shop in front of her, Nicole muttered in a low voice, and then walked to the door first.
Holding the key and aiming it at the door lock, she inserted and twisted it gently.
Click -
the door opened.
In short, with the help of the previous locksmith who was an informant of the Investigation Bureau, they easily opened the door of the store.
It's not like no one around them noticed their actions, but once they took a quick look, they didn't dare to come over to ask or interfere.
Ordinary people living on Ron Avenue know what kind of things they should not touch. Guys dressed like Ronald and Nicole can easily put themselves in danger if they touch them rashly based on their social status.
"Ronald, follow me."
"Let's go in and take a look."
Putting the key back in her pocket carefully, Nicole greeted Ronald and stepped into the room first. At the same time, she tore open the letter paper that had just wrapped the key, and the investigator girl whispered the text on it:
"The offline sales point of Hof Leather Processing Factory is owned by Heywood Nelson. This person died three days ago. Completed a new large-volume order transaction. At the same time, this was also his last action that appeared in official records. However, the store he owned was closed yesterday." After hearing this information, Ronald immediately
asked One sentence:
"Does this sound like the disappearance of ordinary citizens?"
In this era, similar security issues should be relatively frequent. Doesn't everyone need to be managed by the Bureau of Investigation when they disappear?
If this is the case, then why do we need the police?
Hearing Ronald's question, Nicole immediately shook her head:
"If ordinary people disappear, the police department will naturally deal with it." "
But the recent situation is special, and the problem of this store happens to be stuck during this time. , so this matter is left in our hands."
As they spoke, Nicole and Ronald walked through the front hall of the store.
When I came to the work area at the back of the shop, I immediately saw the dense collection of leathers. The most eye-catching thing was the rawhide that had only been stripped from the prey and cleaned once.
Near the outside, the final painting work is completed, and the pieces of leather have become intact products.
According to the information, this store is a sales store of a leather factory.
But looking at this situation, it also has the function of purchasing raw hides.
"Stop for a moment."
While Ronald was still looking around and taking in the environment, Nicole raised her hand to stop him.
Immediately, the investigator girl stopped where she was.
She also didn't see her opening her mouth to recite a spell or making some kind of spell-casting action.
Just two seconds later, she walked deeper into the store again.
But from this moment on, Ronald could read a very serious aura from the girl's back.
——Nicole noticed something strange.
The original scripture quietly appeared in his hand, and Ronald immediately recited the poem in a voice that only he could hear. The black mist representing 'fury' covered and wrapped around his palms, and he also entered a fighting state.
Unfortunately, although feedback on emotional detection abilities is frequent, most of it comes from outside Ron Avenue.
In this room, he and Nicole were the only ones experiencing emotional fluctuations.
--keep going.
Bypassing the place where the oiled leather was stored, the two of them went deeper into the store.
Nicole, who was walking in front, frowned.
This is already separated from the store itself, and further inside is a private living room.
But this living room door was supposed to be locked and closed.
At this moment, it is open unimpeded in front of you.
Because it is quite deep, the sunlight cannot illuminate the situation inside. The dark room gives people a feeling of danger inside at first glance.
"."
Silence enveloped the leather shop.
The investigator's eyes flickered, and he picked up an unused kerosene lamp from the side without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, an interesting scene happened.
She didn't even take out the fire. She just made a few rhythmic strokes on the outside of the oil lamp with her fingers, and the lamp burned violently!
——It's a spell.
Ronald instantly realized that this was Nicole using the spell.
Although he failed to recognize the root, his ability to understand language told Ronald that the character drawn by Nicole's finger just now meant the state of [burning]!
at the same time.
Holding the lamp, Nicole walked into the living room first.
"Huh?"
Almost as soon as they entered, the investigator girl let out a dissatisfied exclamation:
"Hey! Are you still alive? Can you hear me?"
"Are you dead? Why don't you move?"
Ronald asked. Later, I also saw the scene in the house.
The space in the living room was lit up by lights. Next to the shadow of the bed, a middle-aged man with a big belly was slumped on the ground.
This guy had no hair on his body, and his head was weakly leaning on the ground.
However, the twisted quilt on the bed told people that this place was being used before.
And this man was probably pulled out of the quilt.
"Ronald. Please help me lift the lamp."
Looking at the motionless man on the ground, Nicole simply handed the kerosene lamp in her hand to Ronald.
Immediately, the investigator girl took out a revolver from her spacious coat. She scratched the barrel a few times with her fingers, then ejected the revolver and scratched the bullets in the chamber a few times.
The whole set of movements is extremely fast and the amplitude is very small.
Before Ronald could see clearly, Nicole raised the revolver-reset pistol and aimed directly at the man lying on the ground.
"Three seconds, get up quickly."
"1-2-3!"
Without further explanation, the investigator girl directly pulled the trigger the moment the countdown ended.
"——"
The bullet flew past the man, almost touching his skin.
However, during the entire process, neither the gun in Nicole's hand nor the bullets it fired made any sound.
From loading the bullet to firing, there is no movement at all!
It's as if this place is really in outer space and there is no medium for transmitting sound.
Opposite him was the man who was still paralyzed on the ground.
Even when Death passed by, he remained motionless.
"Tsk—"
"Is this the case again?"
Seeing the scene in front of her, Nicole curled her lips in dissatisfaction.
Then she walked forward and touched the man's neck.
——People are still alive.
(End of chapter)