Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 67 Information
Half an hour later, Altaïr arrived at the door of the Brave Bar. He pushed open the door and walked in, smelling the familiar smell of strong liquor mixed with the tanned leather bags that contained the liquor.

He passed by drunkards one after another, separated the crowd with the assassin's excellent control over his body, passed by the dog-catching-mouse game table, and came to the No. 3 billiard room where Ian often stayed.

The big boy with red eyes was waiting for him there, leaning against the back of the sofa with a glass of brightly colored wine.

"It's rare that you're late."

Ian Wright said with a smile, raising his glass in greeting to Altaïr.

"I encountered something on the way." Altaïr took off his heavy windbreaker and threw it on the sofa on the other side. "But you, are you still underage?"

"I'm still two months away from turning eighteen."

Ian smiled, took a small sip of the liquid in the cup, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"But I believe that the goddess will not care about this tiny difference."

Every drunkard probably has a similar excuse when they first drink...Altaïr secretly complained.

"Okay, where's the information I want?"

Altaïr held out his hand to Ian.

"Here, this is the hotel distribution map you wanted." Ethan fumbled in his pocket and took out a crumpled map of the East District of Backlund and unfolded it in front of Altaïr.

"In addition to the 145 regular hotels originally marked on the map, there are private hotels of varying sizes." Ethan unfolded the map in his hand and pointed to the locations of the hotels marked with a red pen.

"Of course, I asked ten street kids to spread out and search in ten different areas, so there may be some omissions at the borders, but the number won't be too many."

"Very efficient." Altaïr nodded in appreciation and took out two five-pound notes from his wallet and handed them to Ian. After thinking for a moment, he found a few soli in change and threw them into Ian's hand without counting.

"These are for renting the box I usually use for an hour... Oh, and you'd better prepare a pot of coffee for me."

"Would you like some bread and cheese?"

Ian asked.

"Half portion will do."

Altaïr nodded and walked towards the box, while Ethan picked up his clothes and followed behind.

After Ian placed those things on Altaïr's desk and politely left, Altaïr took out another map from his pocket. It was a map of the possible activities of the craftsmen that he had previously summarized based on the locations of the vicious cases.

Altaïr held up the two maps, held them up to the light, and aligned the markings on the two maps. He then put the maps down and used the Beyonder's excellent memory to copy out the overlapping points.

After a moment, Altaïr let out a long breath.

He found three similar points in the inner and outer circles. In other words, there were three locations that were suspected to be affected by the mother tree and had caused serious incidents. The effect was better than he expected, which saved him a lot of trouble in locking the target.

However, Altaïr was far from happy.

"Among the more than 20 areas where many vicious cases occurred, only three were possibly caused by the influence of supernatural powers..."

Altaïr looked at the chart seriously. After a long moment, he sighed deeply.

Even after wars, changes, death and rebirth, and even the fall of countless true gods, human evil still exists, deep in everyone's heart, sprouting at the bottom of human nature, and bearing bitter fruit in the real world.

Extraordinary people must always maintain their humanity and fight against madness and loss of control.

However, madness is also part of human nature. The good in human nature is human nature, and the evil in human nature is also human nature.

Altaïr was silent for a while, then he put the cheese that Ian brought him between the bread and forced it down with the mediocre coffee, which choked him to tears.

Then, Altaïr put on his windbreaker and did not walk through the noisy crowd again, but jumped out of the window of the box carefully.

When Ian came to collect the dishes an hour later, Altaïr had already returned to the two-story building at No. 12 Rose Street. Before entering, he glanced at the mailbox hanging on the fence at the door. In addition to today's evening paper, there was also a letter from the Backlund Herald newspaper, with Vinata's name written in beautiful cursive.

"I am back."

Altaïr opened the door. "There is a letter for you, from the Backlund Herald."

"Why so slow?"

Venata was teaching Sophie the Runic language with the Storm Revelation she had brought. She looked up and extended her hand to Altaïr, motioning him to give her the letter.

"Are you talking about the news from the newspaper?"

Altaïr took off his loafers at the door. The shoes were stained with dirt on the ground near the bar, which made Altaïr feel a little disgusted, so he simply took the shoes directly to the bathroom.

"You know the news from the newspaper, right?" Vinata stretched and rubbed the tangled hair on the little girl's head, trying to push it down, but she failed unfortunately.

"You're back just in time. Hurry up and cook. You've been putting it off for so long that I wanted to cook it myself."

Vinata looked as if it was a matter of course.

"Do you want to feed Sophie the food you made?" Altaïr pressed his temple. "Forget it. It's not good to waste food."

"By the way, Sophie, your father encountered some problems..."

Artair skillfully took off his coat and put on an apron, and talked to Sophie, who had just finished her homework, about Mr. Statham.

"Dad, how is he injured? Is he okay?"

As expected, Sophie asked anxiously, tears welling up in her big eyes.

"No problem, no problem..." Altaïr said hastily, "He is taking care of the injured lady. He also said that he believes you have grown up and can fall asleep on your own when your father is not around."

In order to prevent Sophie from crying, Altaïr used his "instigator" eloquence to tell a white lie. In fact, he couldn't stand the atmosphere there and fled in a hurry, without having time to listen to what Mr. Statham said.

It turns out that parental recognition of their own growing up ranks pretty high on a child's wish list—if there is such a list, of course.

After hearing what Altaïr said, Sophie stopped making a fuss and followed Vinata obediently, waiting for her to read her the story in the church brochure.

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