Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 184 Fishing
At the same time, Carol and other investigators are not the only ones trapped. There is also Liu Yonglu's old acquaintance Marcus. Where is he trapped? Millie Tang's house.

Didn't Painter Hat have already made up his mind to kill Liu Yonglu and steal the blueprints from him? His plan was very good. He sneaked into the house when no one was home and set up an ambush. As soon as the three people returned home, he would sneak out and assassinate them without anyone noticing and steal the blueprints. It was a very well-thought-out plan.

But there was one thing he didn't know, that was that the house belonged to Millie Tang, and it was her ancestral home.

What did Milly Tang's ancestors do? Witches. There are more than a dozen statues with spells painted on them in Token's manor to prevent intruders. What about Milly Tang's family? The number is more than quadrupled.

In addition, Millie Tang usually lives in the University of Michigan, and it is inconvenient for her to carry many things with her, so she put them all in the ancestral home without wasting them at all.

Normally when Liu Yonglu and Xiaohu lived in there, she would of course close the door. But this time when she was going on a long vacation, she opened the door and added potions and re-drafted spells before leaving.

The two of them didn't know, so they hid at the door for two days. After the carriage left that day, they saw that the person never came back. No need to ask, he went on a long journey.

Marcus wanted to force his way in at that time, but Painter's Hat was a cautious person by nature, otherwise Wordsworth would not be so confident to leave all the matters outside to him. Painter's Hat did not go in himself, but asked Wordsworth to bring two people and let them go in to explore the way.

Anyway, there were a lot of people locked up in the basement of the abandoned mining company, so they found two fresh ones whose brains were not too seriously polluted, and then they broke into the basement under the cover of night.

Marcus and the painter waited outside for more than three hours, but no one came out. The painter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he threw a stone to ask for directions, otherwise it would be really troublesome. Is there someone still staying in the house? Or is there some special trick inside?

When he returned to the basement, he was still showing off to Wordsworth.

"Mr. Wordsworth, I'm afraid the previous assassination has aroused suspicion from the Public Security Bureau and even the Investigation Department. This coincides with the previous incident where someone was secretly protecting Dou Nival. This time, the other party may have set a trap, or arranged for someone to protect him."

"Your thoughts?"

"But we only lost two insignificant believers. In order to fulfill Father God's wish, this clue cannot be broken. I hope you can assign three people to me this time, and I will prepare corresponding weapons for them."

"Ah."

Wordsworth snorted, and two minutes later, dull footsteps sounded at the door, and the person required by the painter's hat arrived.

Marcus behind him looked behind him quietly. Wordsworth's followers seemed to be different from Lewis's. They still maintained basic human physical characteristics, and some even had the corresponding thinking ability, but they only obeyed Wordsworth's orders.

This is much more useful than a wax doll. Marcus was secretly impressed by the close relationship between Mr. Wordsworth and the gods. This method can also be used by mortals.

And what is the result this time?
The two of them stayed outside the house all night again, and Marcus caught a cold. They did prepare a carriage, and Painter's Hat slept in the carriage, but Marcus didn't dare to sleep. He was afraid that Brundtrang would come out after he fell asleep. If that guy came into contact with Painter's Hat or Wordsworth, it would definitely ruin his good deeds.

When daybreak came, the three of them were still like throwing meat buns at a dog, and they never came back.

Now Painter Hat was confused. This was not the first time he had done this kind of work and it had always gone smoothly before. Why was it so awkward this time?

Back in the basement, Wordsworth was still kneeling on the ground, mumbling. The painter's hat was not proud this time, and he lowered his head and whispered:

"Mr. Wordsworth, the other party must have been alerted, and I now seriously suspect that it is someone from the Investigation Department, or the Saint's Sect who is interfering."

"Investigator... a high-ranking clergyman?"

"Well, that's probably the case. Please assign four people to me this time, and I'll ..."

When he said this, Painter Hat bent down and whispered something in Wordsworth's ear, and Wordsworth nodded slightly to show his agreement.

This time, not only Marcus, but even Painter's Hat didn't dare to sleep. The two of them stood guard by the carriage. When they first went in, Painter's Hat's expression was quite natural, because he was confident that the cultists were not carrying ordinary weapons this time, and Mr. Wordsworth had prepared something else for them, so there should be no problem.

But after waiting for three hours, the painter hat didn't want to wait any longer and turned back to the carriage. "Mr. Alva, aren't we going to keep watching?"

"What the hell are you still staring at? Go back."

Painter's Hat threw away the cigarette butt, went back to the basement with a gloomy face and empty hands.

This time he didn't even need to speak, Wordsworth spoke first:

"Alva, I gave two people the first time, three the second time, and four the third time. You brought more and more people, but I didn't see a single blueprint.

At first you told me there was a sheriff, then you told me there was an investigator, and then you said the Saint's Sect was also involved... What excuse did you come up with this time?"

The Painter's Hat didn't dare to speak. His identity was very special. Strictly speaking, he was not a member of the Wordsworth Order. The two sides only came together because of common interests, but in general, Wordsworth had more say.

He had always done a good job before, otherwise Wordsworth would not have devoted himself to serving the gods and left all other matters to him.

Painter Hat wanted to give up, but after thinking about it, he couldn't do it because the drawing was very important to him. Besides, if he gave up, he would lose face. If he continued to get along with Wordsworth, he might always bring it up.

"Tell me, what do you want to do this time?"

"Give me five people, and I will definitely bring back useful information."

Painter Hat was also smart and did not dare to issue a military order. He was not a fool either. He had guessed several possibilities after being lost three times. Even if he did not get the drawings back this time, he at least had to find out the other party's background.

"Well, let's go."

Wordsworth waved his hand, put on his painter's hat and took Marcus out again.

"Marcus, I'll give you a chance this time. You lead the team and kill those three people."

Marcus turned his head to look at the painter's hat, then pointed at himself and thought, Me?

"Don't worry, I will personally select the five people for you this time. Among them is a mystic scholar and a professional killer. I will also support you outside."

Painter's Hat patted Marcus on the shoulder:

"Think about what Dou Niwar has done in the past. If he finds you and strikes first, think about what will happen to you."

This not only angered Marcus, but also threatened him to be obedient. He was just an unknown person who came to seek refuge. If he really refused to do his job, Painter's Hat might use him as bait to lure out Dou Nivar.

"Okay, since you trust me so much, Mr. Alva, I will go there in person."

"Here, this is a talisman that Mr. Wordsworth made especially for you to ward off evil spirits."

Painter Hat was also well versed in employing people. Seeing that Marcus had indeed compromised, he took out a dark gray square stone from his arms and handed it to him.

There are still 7 days to go until the National Day. Come on, everyone. I wonder how you plan to spend the National Day, play games or go traveling? I guess I won’t go out this year. I will stay at home and write and accompany my daughter.

Today's fun is here, I hope everyone will laugh.

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(End of this chapter)