I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

"Hey, these people are finally gone."

Tristian, who had been forcibly pulled away by Daniel, returned to the side of the tent and spat angrily as he watched Lynn and the others leave.

"We told them this man was crazy, but they didn't believe us."

Looking back, Charles, who was still expressionless and blank, revealed a complex expression.

The advantage is that Charles won't be tricked into revealing the location of the buried fortune by others.

The downside is that you can't get the answer yourself.

He had been guarding this place for a year. At first, he would try every day to get information out of the old man.

But even after a month of enthusiasm, he still couldn't get any clues from the insane old man. To be honest, he was starting to think about giving up and going back to opening his own private detective agency.

However, the thought of his daily "business" of investigating extramarital affairs and helping people find their cats, along with his meager income, made him grit his teeth and persevere.

That's $20 in cash!

If he can get this money, he can pay off his student loans that he has been carrying for almost 10 years, pay off all his debts, and still have at least $5 left!

They could even buy themselves a decent outfit, rent a decent apartment, and then go for an interview at a detective agency to get a respectable job, completely turning their down-on-their-luck life around!

His displeasure when that fat, dark-skinned man dragged him away today was feigned. He wanted to see if these people could find any clues so he could follow them and search for the huge sum of money.

But seeing these people go in, ask around, and then leave disappointed, he was actually very disappointed as well.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

……

"Hey Vincent, didn't those two look familiar?"

The two black henchmen had just been sent away to do some work when Lynn and Mike were walking unhurriedly toward Pioneer Square.

But just after passing an alleyway, the following conversation came from the driver's seat of a police car that had been parked there for who knows how long.

"Those two people? Who were they? There are so many people here..."

A short, white policeman, munching on a donut, glanced casually in the direction the tall, muscular white policeman next to him was pointing.

"Look, those two, the skinny white youth, and the big, bald, muscular man with tattoos on his head next to him."

The burly white police officer, wearing a hexagonal cap with the word SPD on his head, was taking big gulps of his Coke while carefully pointing things out to his partner.

"Oh?"

After the short policeman got a clear look at the two people's profiles, he instinctively sat up straight and put down the donut.

"They do look familiar, Geller. Haven't we seen them somewhere before? I have a bad memory..."

"That time we saw a black guy who was smuggling goods lying dead on the street, and then we grabbed two thugs who were trying to sell him..."

The burly policeman known as Geller put down his Coke, his brows furrowing as if recalling some unpleasant past events.

"Yes, yes, I remember now, I remember now! Damn it, the side effects of our enhancement drugs suddenly kicked in, and we collapsed on the ground writhing in pain! I've never been in so much pain in my life!"

Vincent's face contorted in pain as those unbearable memories began to assault his mind again.

"Yes, I've never been in so much pain in my life... I even thought I was going to die from the pain... Do you think we're really possessed?"

Geller turned to look at his partner, his face a mixture of disbelief and lingering reminiscence.

"Maybe yes, maybe no... Have you been going to church to pray during this time?"

"I've been there three times, and I even went into the confessional once to tell the chief prosecutor about my sins... And you know what, it really worked! I haven't been in so much pain for the past few days!"

"I went there too. I confessed my sins to Father Anderson and donated $500 to the church... The priest told me that God is merciful and forgiving, and I haven't felt any pain for the past few days..."

When the topic turned to faith and admonition, their expressions softened slightly.

They continued eating their lunch in silence, their eyes following Lynn and Mike as they walked slowly away down the street, finally disappearing around the corner.

……

"Hey Lily, I... I caught two snakes. Didn't you say there were people here who buy venomous snakes? So, where's that apothecary?"

Fountain Square, inside Lily's tent.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in a plain-colored, old-fashioned coat but very clean, who at first glance appeared to have a modest but normal income and lifestyle and was definitely not a homeless person, was carrying a heavy black plastic bag. She was constantly twisting and adjusting her limbs and expression to make herself feel better, while struggling to ask Lily for information.

"Hey, Jennifer? Oh my god, it's been so long! Aren't you a doctor in Kirkland? What brings you all the way to this dangerous place to find me? Just to sell a poisonous snake?"

Upon seeing the other person, Lily, who had always presented herself as a carefree person in the camp, surprisingly showed a shocked and surprised expression. She reached out to hug the other person, but at the last moment she held back to avoid soiling the other person's clothes with her own dirt.

"You've heard of our apothecary's reputation? Yes, he's acquiring venomous snakes, but unfortunately, he's away, and we don't know when he'll be back... Wait, what's wrong with you?"

After she rattled off a string of surprised words, her posture and expression became noticeably abnormal.

The other person's body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed weakly onto her, almost knocking her to the ground as well.

"When I was catching these two cobras, I was bitten by them..."

The middle-aged woman, whom Lily called Jennifer, trembled at the corner of her mouth, and a stream of red, viscous liquid immediately flowed out. Her face had turned an unnaturally pale white, and she was trembling all over as she spoke, as if she were in some extremely cold place. The temperature around her was at least five or six degrees Celsius, and she was wearing quite a lot of clothes.

"What the fuxk? You mean... you got bitten by a snake while you were catching it?"

Lily's face instantly contorted with terror!

She hugged her best friend tightly and shook her violently, her face filled with disbelief and despair.

"You, you're a doctor, you make at least a hundred thousand dollars a year, why, why did you bite yourself for two snakes worth a mere two hundred dollars? My God, those are rattlesnakes! I, I don't know how long you can withstand the venom, but Lynn, I really don't know when he'll be back!"

She took off her two layered coats and covered Jennifer with them, seemingly trying to bring her some warmth.

But the latter's body temperature kept dropping, and the struggles and trembling became weaker and weaker. Its two originally bright blue eyes seemed to have lost their luster.