Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 73: Altaïr's Infiltration
The two got off the car on the street in front of the company's office building, which was formerly the factory. The golden sign of Buffett's company was hung on the second floor of the small building.

"We had to go around from the outside, climb over the fence at the edge of the factory area, find where the workers were working, take a few photos stealthily and then leave."

Michael whispered to Altaïr.

"You are going to interview Mr. Buffett tomorrow. Have you done any research on his factory in advance?"

Altaïr asked rhetorically.

"Of course, this is the professional ethics of journalists."

Mike puffed out his chest and said with some pride.

"Well, do you know how many weaving girls and male overseers there were in his factory?"

Altaïr continued.

“Of course, there were 318 women textile workers and 17 male supervisors.”

Mike answered expertly, "But what does this have to do with us?"

"How long do you think you can hide under the noses of more than 300 people without being discovered?" Altaïr shouted in a low voice. "Where do you think you sneaked into? The Golden Rose? The only men those women saw were a few supervisors. You, a stranger, went in with such a conspicuous beard. In the eyes of those women, you are like a spot of ink on a white paper!"

"Then what do you say we should do?" Mike scratched his head, "We can't go back now, right?"

"Where's your camera?" Altaïr held out his hand to Joseph. "Are you still carrying that box that's bigger than my head?"

"Of course not. This is a new product that I bought from the Steam Church at a high price. It is said that Archbishop Saint Oscar of the Steam Church modified it based on the manuscript of Emperor Roselle. It can be imaged using 35mm film and can even be put in your pocket."

Michael pulled out a mechanical object slightly larger than his palm from his pocket and handed it to Altaïr.

Altaïr picked it up and examined it carefully. "It looks like something a private detective would use to catch an adulterer. How do I use it?"

"Just pick it up and press the shutter button. There's no need to focus for hours like those old antiques. The film can take 30 photos, and then you have to go to the Steam Church to refill it."

Mike explained the specific steps to Altaïr, "What do you want to do?"

"It's simple. Go find a nearby cafe and sit there for three hours. See if you can interview the female workers who have just left during lunch. I'll find a way to sneak in and take some photos for you."

"But wouldn't you be just as conspicuous if you sneaked in?" Mike asked doubtfully, "even though you don't have a conspicuous beard."

"You don't have to be sneaky to sneak in. I asked you to stay here not because I don't trust your skills, but because sometimes your performance will reveal flaws."

After saying this, Artair put the camera in his pocket, straightened his collar slightly, and walked towards the main entrance of the factory in a swagger.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

The two guards at the door stopped him quite dutifully.

"Obviously, while it's not polite to make surprise visits, we can't book every visit in advance."

Altaïr shook his head, then pulled out a black-covered certificate from his pocket and showed the cover to the two guards very briefly.

"Let me introduce myself. I am a plainclothes policeman from Sivella Square. I am here on behalf of Mr. Buffett to secretly investigate the corruption of his financial secretary."

Artair lowered his voice. The reason for this is that due to the policy reforms in recent years, the financial management of the factory is in the charge of civil servants appointed by the government, which further strengthens the transparency of financial management. However, in most factories, these appointed officials have become a mere empty title, or have become new embezzlers.

"Then why don't you have an appointment?"

the guard asked suspiciously.

"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? If the secretary who is in charge of Mr. Buffett's paperwork sees in the appointment column that Mr. Buffett has made an appointment with a police officer from Sivella Square, can I still find anything useful in my investigation?"

Altaïr cursed under his breath, "Or did he use you as a tip-off, and give you a cut of the money he embezzled?"

Altaïr stuffed the document back into his pocket, revealing the holster of his revolver under his arm.

"You know, 80% of the money that guy embezzled was your salary. He used the money that Rick deducted from your salary to reward you. Why are you still working so hard?"

Altaïr smacked his lips in disdain. "Hurry up, my patience is limited."

The two guards looked at each other, and Altaïr saw the flames of resentment burning in their eyes. He knew that his "instigation" had succeeded.

Originally, the instigator's "instigation" ability was used to awaken the evil thoughts in people's hearts, but Altaïr expanded the scope of this evil thought to desire, making the other party's desire out of control and making it easier for them to do things that bring pain to themselves or others, such as persuading others to have expensive beauty packages at the place of noble ladies - the ones who suffer are often the gentlemen who pay them.

Now, under Altaïr's guidance, the two guards' hatred for the financial secretary had clearly been ignited. In order to make the financial secretary pay the price, they were willing to break the rules to a certain extent to allow this "plainclothes policeman from Sivella" to enter the factory area.

Mike was sitting in the cafe opposite. When he saw Artair walk straight into the door after saying a few words, he was stunned for a second or two, then he mechanically stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth.

……

In this way, the infiltration is considered successful.

Altaïr stood in the corridor of the office area, holding the police officer's ID in his hand. He smiled sarcastically and then opened the document.

There was no ID in the ID folder. There was only a sleeping talisman in the black ID cover.

This saves one talisman... However, this was originally just a safety measure. For ordinary civilians, the name of Sivellas Field alone is enough to intimidate them.

However, it is better not to go too deep... A capitalist who runs a factory in the East District has no Beyonders under his command? Altaïr would never believe it even if he was beaten to death.

Next, I just need to find an opportunity to climb over the wall or continue to instigate the guard to take me into the factory area and take a few photos.

Altaïr collected the documents and passed by the financial secretary's door. There was no one in the room, and even if there was someone, Altaïr was not interested and walked quickly through the office area.

However, what Altaïr did not notice was that on the financial secretary's desk, there was a white ivory statue placed upright, and the flowers beside the statue swayed slightly in the windless room.

(End of this chapter)