Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 30: Tarot Club Gathering (Part )
Just as Frank was reveling in his improved mastery of hybridization technology, the door of his room was roughly kicked open.

A hot woman wearing black tights made of a material similar to fish skin rushed into the room, stepping recklessly into the dirt made up of unknown mucus, minced meat and dead filamentous plant veins on the ground, completely ignoring the pile of strange creatures by the wall, grabbed Frank Lee by the collar, and dragged him out of the cabin.

"Nina...?" Frank looked at the sexy Sequence 6 "Wind-loving One" on the ship with a blank face. Of course, although her dressing style was quite bold, she would never wear more than necessary to show off her body, and her figure was also quite beautiful, but Frank's eyes did not have any relevant thoughts. In his eyes, there were only two kinds of things in the world: those that can be planted in the soil and those that cannot be planted in the soil.

"Shut up and don't talk any more. The captain wants you to come over."

The other person's face with distinct features was a little anxious. Since she was promoted to Sequence 6 not long ago, her temper has become more and more irritable. Of course, it could also be because she was pregnant with the child of the navigator Ottolov - in Frank's opinion, Ottolov was old enough to be Nina's father - but this was not a problem that Frank often considered.

"Those mushrooms of yours seem to be acting abnormally. Two demigods came and asked the captain to help them solve the problem."

Nina waved her hands irritably, as if trying to shoo away invisible flying insects.

Arriving at the door of the captain's room, Nina knocked on the door "bang bang bang", and a clear female voice came from inside.

"Tell him to come in alone."

Nina raised her leg and kicked Frank on his broad buttocks, which were like millstones, causing him to stagger two steps and enter the captain's room. Then, she closed the door of the captain's room, creating space for the captain and Frank to talk.

In front of Frank, besides Derrick the Sun and Fors the Magician, there was a black-haired woman sitting in the armchair in the center of the captain's room. She was wearing a black robe with silver spots like stars in the sky and an old brass scale pendant on her chest. She looked at Frank with complicated eyes, as if she was considering how to speak.

Star Queen Cattleya thought about her words for a while, but finally gave up and said to the half-giant behind her: "Mr. Berg, please verify whether he has been affected by anything strange."

"Ok."

Derrick didn't say much, he simply stretched out his right hand, letting a bright and warm golden light fall on Frank Lee. This was the ability of the "No Dark Ones". They were extremely sensitive to evil beings and could use similar methods to find out whether the target was really possessed by evil beings. Derrick believed that with his own investigation, even the secrets of Amon's clone would be discovered by him if he was not careful.

The pure light shone on Frank Lee's body, but there was no scene of the black mist evaporating as Derrick imagined, and there was not even a scream. Frank Lee just smiled innocently, scratched his hair, and pulled off a strange hybrid object of suckling pig, wheat and mushroom stuck on his hand. He shook it hard and let the mushroom-shaped object fall softly and quietly.

"Any problem, Captain?" Frank smiled innocently, like a child weighing more than 200 pounds.

The three Tarot Club members looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

……

In the Salma Café in the Hillston District, Altaïr was sitting in the lobby outside the café, drinking coffee quietly. The warm sun at noon in early winter, which was rare in Backlund, shone on his body, gradually warming up his body, which had become a little stiff after trudging in the cold wind for a whole morning, and his blood flow began to ease.

While stirring the coffee with a spoonful of sugar, Artair flipped through the photocopies of files that he had just received from the police station, which smelled of low-quality ink. They were files that Lorota had helped him obtain, covering serious criminal cases such as rape and murder that had been reported or discovered in the East District in recent months.

If I were to investigate these documents as a private detective, I would most likely be turned away. However, every night watchman was at least a senior inspector, and even without the identity of a night watchman, just relying on their position in the police system, it would only take a word for them to get these materials.

Next, Altaïr brought Ms. Lorota to the agreed Salma Café as promised and paid her the first annual fee of 10 pounds. She should now be enjoying the lap pillow service in the private room inside.

I hope she won't be blacklisted by this store. Thinking of this, Altaïr couldn't help but reach out his hand and tap his chest four times.

Altaïr took a sip of coffee, pulled himself together, and began to examine the files carefully.

"In the past two months, there have been 63 confirmed rape cases reported to the police in the East District... The number of unreported cases is likely to be even higher."

As he watched, Altaïr's brows gradually furrowed. According to this calculation, there would be at least one related case in the East District every day, and the case closure rate was terribly low, even less than 20%... and the highest punishment for the criminals was just a flogging and a fine of two pounds.

As Altaïr read the files, he lost the mood to drink coffee. As he read them carefully, he kept people away from him, so the maid who was supposed to serve him stood in fear at a distance and dared not come over.

Altaïr picked up a pencil and began marking the location of each crime on the map of the East End, then drew non-overlapping circles through these locations, encircling all the crime locations that were approximately on the circumference of a circle.

If the other party still had his sanity, he would not choose a location close to his hiding place. Altaïr used a blue pencil to connect several points on the outer circle, marking the intersection points, and then continued to draw circles with the intersection points as the center, trying to circle more crime scenes.

Then, there were only a few possible crime locations left. Altaïr took out a red pencil and circled the three centers of the most crime locations. The radius of the opponent's daily activities was his walking distance. In order to eliminate the negative effects of magical items, he was unlikely to take a public carriage to find a target, which would expose more problems.

Of course, if the other party has lost some of his rationality, he will not consider these issues and will only look for a nearby object to relieve his sexual desire. In this case, his approximate location is these. Altaïr changed to a red pencil, repeated the above process, and then circled a few blue circles.

If the opponent is in the red circle, it means that the opponent is still rational, has anti-reconnaissance capabilities, and is relatively dangerous... If the opponent is in the blue circle, as long as the pursuer does not investigate too much and make the opponent feel dangerous, there will basically be no problem...

Altaïr thought for a moment and decided to wait until Ian's investigation came out, and then combine this speculative map with the other party's hotel location map to further narrow the scope.

He decided to investigate the situation inside the red circle himself, and then leave the relatively less dangerous investigation task to the bounty hunters. This was not entirely due to gentlemanly spirit, but because Altaïr was worried that the bounty hunters would alert the craftsman and make him take action in advance or escape from Backlund, which would completely ruin his mission.

"Backlund..."

Altaïr sighed and put the file away. He had completely lost interest and was ready to say hello to Lorota and leave the café.

"Haven't you thought of this before?"

A pleasant female voice came from behind Altaïr, but in Altaïr's memory, there should only be a white wall behind him!
Artair jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and subconsciously threw a backhand punch, propped up his body with his other hand, and somersaulted onto the sofa on the other side, facing the direction where the sound came from.

"Don't be nervous...it's me."

The other party's voice was somewhat helpless. Altaïr looked closely and saw that the person coming was Miss Audrey in a dark blue cloak. The maids around him turned a blind eye to all this, as if Altaïr had just yawned.

"Sorry... This is an assassin's instinctive reaction when someone approaches from behind." Altaïr sheepishly withdrew his hand from Miss Audrey's gently raised wrist.

"It's okay... Let's get back to the topic we were talking about. Your investigation is progressing faster than I thought... I didn't expect you to be such an outstanding detective. I've only seen detectives like you in The Mysteries of Moriarty."

Audrey nodded slightly in praise.

"It's just some basic logical thinking ability," Altaïr said modestly.

"You don't have to be modest..." Audrey smiled, then said seriously, "I'm going to be away for a while. I can still hear your prayers, but it's difficult for me to support you in time."

(PS: I have an exam on Saturday, so I will not update for a day. The update time will be changed back to 8pm in the future. If I update twice a week, I will update one chapter at 12pm and one chapter at 8pm)
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