Blinking, Xia Yibing felt that she was thinking too much.

In the dream, Hitzfeld’s skin was so soft and smooth that it looked like he was wearing nothing.

It can’t be that outrageous anyway.

But don’t say that.

She stood up and stretched her body, her knuckles crackling.

This sleep was really peaceful.

The second half…

The nightmare did not recur in the second half.

Just then, the door opened.

Xia Yibing saw the girl in a new dress walk in, and with a fierce face, he stuffed a large paper bag into her arms.

what is this?

I sniffed my nose and smelled a hot aroma.

“Baked white taro and sandwich bread.”

Hitzfeld handed her the thing and turned away.

“If I remember correctly, you haven’t eaten for more than 16 hours since yesterday afternoon.”

“There were fried meat and grilled sausages, but considering that I hadn’t eaten for such a long time, it would be bad to eat something so greasy right away… I didn’t buy any. You can eat them first.”

Xia Yibing was stunned at first, then twitched her eyebrows, and smiled as she unwrapped the paper package: “Ah~ Is this considered caring between friends?”

Although I didn’t understand what was going on, it seemed that Hitzfeld and I had become one step closer.

At least we have returned to the “friend” level, right?

I’ll buy her breakfast…

“They’re not friends! They’re father and daughter!”

Unexpectedly, Hitzfeld turned around and said something vicious.

Xia Yibing was stunned.

Hitzfeld’s face turned red quickly, visibly.

“……forget it.”

She didn’t dare look at the woman again, so she picked up the big book beside the bed and turned away.

“I’m going to see Sheriff Cole.”

“Just eat slowly here.”

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Chapter 18 Mutation

When he went downstairs, Hitzfeld was still angry.

She was angry at Xia Yibing and herself. She didn’t understand why she had to accompany him to go crazy, and she just stayed naked and hugged him until dawn.

He even calculated the time and would wait at the door an hour in advance to listen for any noise, just so that he could deliver food to her as soon as she woke up.

I did it out of pity for her.

Thinking of how Xia Yibing hugged him and called him daddy last night, Hitzfeld tried to convince himself with this reason.

As a Shadow Lion agent, Xia had a very miserable life story. But his own “spirit” was extremely powerful, and he became a spirit-manifester at such a young age.

This meant that she had to frequently draw strength from nightmares. On weekdays… no, it was likely that she would suffer from nightmares every night when she slept.

That’s why there’s a saying that most extraordinary people are mentally ill… That’s also why the Security Bureau has to arrange recuperation for them frequently, because they’re afraid that they can’t withstand the contamination of nightmares and become corrupted monsters that are difficult to kill by ordinary means.

I don’t intend to agree to Xia… agree to her excessive requests. The reason I did this is purely from a friend’s perspective, hoping that her heart can grow healthily.

Hitzfeld reluctantly put himself in the father’s position psychologically and vaguely felt a sense of responsibility.

Although it still seemed a little weird, it was better than that weird throbbing feeling. My heart wasn’t beating that fast anymore.

When I went downstairs, I saw a silver-gray Beetle sedan parked on the street outside the door.

The car was at least two sizes larger than any other car Hitzfeld had seen before. The tires alone were almost up to her waist.

Hitzfeld stopped and looked at Joe Cole, who was only 1 meters tall, leaning against the car body and smoking, wondering if this was also a kind of psychological comfort.

Joe Cole had no idea that she was plotting against him, so when he saw her he put out his cigarette and pretended to be a gentleman, opening the passenger door for her.

After Hitzfeld stepped on the tire to get into the car, he went around to the other side and got in, then drove away from South Bridge Square.

Hitzfeld couldn’t help but look at him again.

Joe Cole and Pondich formed the Disney team and whispered to each other whenever they had free time last night. Although I couldn’t hear what they said, I guess they didn’t believe that she could solve the case within the time limit.

In other words, in Joe Cole’s eyes, the power in his hands can only last for a month, after which he will become an ordinary detective again.

In such situations, we always maintain respect for her and do not overstep the mark in our words or actions.

I have to admit that this is a scheming old dog.

“I’ve already asked for you.” Joe Cole drove steadily. “We already have the information, but it needs to be sorted out. We can send it to you before 3 o’clock this afternoon at the latest.”

“Where are those editors?” Hitzfeld was not surprised. After all, the Nanxinze police had been monitoring those problematic novelists, so it was normal for them to have information on them.

Compared with this, she was more concerned about whether she could have the opportunity to summon all the editors of the newspapers to question them one by one. On the one hand, she could check the information provided by the police to fill in the gaps, and on the other hand, some things could not be found out by surveillance alone, so she had to ask these people who could communicate closely with the authors.

Take Haytham, for example.

The police officers monitoring Haytham might be able to find out about his past, his relationships, his daily routine, and how often he goes out. But Haytham would not know whether he likes to brush his teeth or wash his face first when he wakes up, how often he is constipated, or what he likes to eat.

But it is possible that Haytham’s editor Andrew knew about it – they had a good relationship, almost like friends, and sometimes Haytham would write him a few extra complaints, and these sentences contained a lot of secret information.

For example, after experiencing failure, he no longer trusted any financier, and did not like to put his money in the bank but preferred to receive physical gold coins.

The bag of money with 200 Sera gold coins was given to him by Andrew. The coins inside were all his royalties. Every time his royalties were paid, Andrew would help him exchange them into gold coins. It took a long time to accumulate that amount.

Andrew compared the amount of royalties that Haytham had accumulated with her yesterday, and it almost matched the amount of money in Sera’s pocket.

This further confirmed Hitzfeld’s speculation about the murderer: he did not commit the crime for money, but to negotiate some conditions with Haytham.

“Editor…” Joe Cole’s eyelids twitched, “We have already sent out a notice, but the current situation… Andrew should have told you yesterday that they are all very busy. It will take at least a day before they can spare the time.”

“The local defense of Nanxinze doesn’t seem to be particularly concerned about this evil case.”

What Hitzfeld said next surprised him even more.

He couldn’t help but look at her again.

Are you going to tell him the truth?

After hesitating for a moment, Joe Cole decided to give the other party a little more benefit.

Although this detective is destined to leave in a month, no one knows what connections she has in Wayne Port.

So, he described in a rather vague way the benefits that maintaining the status quo would bring to Nan Xinze, and emphasized that this result had been certified by the diocese and was risk-free.

Hitzfeld appeared indifferent, but he was shaking his head inwardly.

After saying so much, you still only care about the interests you have.

It can only be said that the south has been used to a peaceful life. These people have completely forgotten that Sara’s most important task at the moment is not development and expansion, but to survive under the invasion of the gray fog.

But there is no need to say these.

Hitzfeld didn’t understand politics and didn’t bother to care about these things, but at least she understood that people with different ideas cannot work together.

It’s useless to say it.

It will also cause more resentment.

Joe Cole was a smart guy. Seeing that Hitzfeld was indifferent to his suggestion, he knew that she disagreed with him. The two of them tacitly skipped the topic.

Halfway through the journey, he noticed a black sedan following behind him. Hitzfeld stared at the rearview mirror and saw Xia Yibing sitting in the passenger seat.

He even knew to follow me and act as my bodyguard.

Hitzfeld suddenly felt cheerful.

Not bad.

It’s not in vain that your father loves you.

……

The destination of this trip was Nanqiao Central Hospital. Because Hailson’s body was transferred here overnight, the police’s subsequent investigation of the case would rely on the autopsy report.

Although Hitzfeld is in charge, they also have to investigate themselves, at least to pretend to do so.

As Hitzfeld was looking through the autopsy report, Joe Cole gave her the latest news.

“Caught?”

She looked up in surprise.

“Well…” The short sheriff’s face was gloomy, “but… the person is already dead.”

“Dead?” Hitzfeld was even more surprised. “Are you sure it’s the murderer? How did he die?”

“This one……”

Joe Cole looked embarrassed.

“I’ll explain this.”

A tall figure came over and stood aside.

Hitzfeld observed him.

A young man wearing a grass green windbreaker.

Brown hair, very thin, with sickly pale skin.

“Casimir.”

The other person extended a hand to her, moved closer, and whispered two words that only she could hear.

“library.”

“Level 8 Agent.”

Chapter 19: Level 8 Agent Casimir

While Hitzfeld was in a daze, Xia Yibing quietly stood behind her, staring at the man in front of her with a pair of cold black eyes.

Feeling the hostility from the woman, Casimir shook his hand and retracted his arm: “Okay… I was abrupt.”

Joe Cole is indeed a scheming old dog. Although he is not clear about Casimir’s identity, he can guess from Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing’s attitude towards him that he must be quite extraordinary. He simply found an excuse to slip away, as if he didn’t want to get involved.

After listening to Casimir’s explanation of what happened, Hitzfeld understood why he ran away.

This matter is very simple to say – the Wheel of Fortune, that is, the library, that is, the Tree People… They also noticed the abnormality of Nan Xinze in recent days. Because Nan Xinze is far away from the Central Diocese, fearing that if the situation is serious, it will not be handled in time, the library specially sent the heavyweight eighth-level agent Casimir to investigate.

Casimir arrived only three days earlier than Hitzfeld and the others. After arriving in Nanxinze, he did not reveal his identity in a big way, but like a real detective, he frequently disguised himself and sneaked into various areas to collect intelligence.

hospital.

town Hall.

Police station.

He has left his footprints.

This person is very decisive in what he does.

He first sneaked into the police station’s archives room to forge a resume for himself, then stole a set of police uniforms to change into, and in just two days he had become familiar with some of the police officers.

The purpose of doing this was of course to be able to more conveniently use the police system as his own spy, but even Casimir did not expect the opportunity to come so quickly. Bella Haytham committed suicide two days later.

(Note: Before the case was solved, the official statement released by the Nanxinze Police Department was that the deceased committed suicide.)