Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

While Germain was waiting for Bisji's reply, he accidentally touched his pocket with his fingers, and suddenly noticed that there was something bulging there. He reached out and took it out, and it turned out to be a pink wallet.

There are also some dots of decorations on the wallet.

When I opened it, I saw a picture of a woman on the ID card.

After looking at it for a while, Germain confirmed that it was exactly what the woman in the bar looked like after taking off her makeup.

So, this wallet belongs to her, but why did it end up on me...

Ah...I remembered it.

Germain has "kleptomania", which attacks from time to time, and has even turned into instincts such as walking, blinking, and breathing. If you don't think about it deliberately, you may not be able to remember it.

When the woman came over, Germain's hands were indeed not very clean and he subconsciously put his hands into her arms.

But at that time, the woman didn't know whether she didn't notice it, or she noticed it but thought it was flirting, so she ignored it, and let Germain succeed.

Germain flipped through the money in his wallet and counted it. There were more than 20,000 nuns, which was exactly what Bisiji paid for his first time, so he kept it.

As for personal items such as identity documents, just find an opportunity to dispose of them later.

After a while, Bisiji replied again.

"Don't mention the idea of ​​you coming to me at all... But forget it, anyway, I'm quite close to Youkesin City, and I'll be there the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow, that is January 18th.

Only two days were left for Germain to sell the "One Eye of the Lord of Crows". It would definitely not be completed before Bisgi arrived, but Germain thought it was acceptable.

"Then it's settled."

"Yeah, yeah, see you the day after tomorrow, I love you (sympathy)."

Germain ended the text message conversation and was about to put away his phone when he suddenly heard a female voice coming from next to him.

"Ah. It's really you."

Germain thought the woman in the bar was here, so he looked around, but found that she wasn't.

Standing in front of him was a woman with short black hair, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, a gold reverse cross necklace, a black sweater and tight-fitting jeans.

She adjusted her glasses and repeated her words without any fluctuations in her voice: "Ah. It's really you."

I repeated it, maybe because I was worried that Germain didn’t hear clearly?

Germain looked her up and down, and quickly overlapped her with the person in his memory.

She was the one who originally became the 8th member of the Phantom Troupe around this time, but was defeated by Germain.

Germain was a little surprised to see her here, and at the same time, he was also a little surprised that the other party knew him.

On the one hand, Xiaodi's memory is obviously selective. As long as she doesn't care about things, she can quickly forget them all.

From this point of view, Germain must have left a very deep impression on her.

On the other hand, Germain has searched through the remaining memories of his original body countless times for more than two months, and there is no experience of meeting Xiaodi among them.

So, why does Xiaodi know me? Is it because we both came from Meteor Street and she has met me before?

"Do I know you?" Germain put his phone back in his pocket, put on his three-cornered hat, and asked tentatively.

Xiaodi nodded a few times, and the thick glasses frame slipped from the bridge of her nose, so that she had to straighten it several times. There seemed to be only innocence and curiosity in her big eyes.

However, Germain knew very well that she was no less ruthless than Germain in attacking her enemies.

"You owe me five hundred thousand nirvana." Xiaodi opened her palm to Germain, "Please pay it back to me."

Germain's expression immediately turned cold, he sat upright and shook his head: "I don't remember such a thing."

"Huh?" This time it was Xiaodi's turn to be confused. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then said to herself, "Did I remember it wrong? Isn't it him?"

Germain felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he stood up, turned around and left. However, not far after walking out, he noticed that Xiaodi was following him.

"I don't owe you money." Germain insisted without looking back.

The palm of one hand of Xiaodi was facing Germain, and the fingers of the other hand were rubbing her temples. The eyes under her eyes were narrowed: "Don't speak yet, let me think about it."

Germain had no choice but to ignore this inexplicable woman and walked into a nearby Internet cafe.

He opened a computer, took out the card reader, swiped his hunter's license, then logged into the hunter-specific website and searched for the hunter-specific auction house in Youkesin City.

He will not sell the "Eyeballs of the Lord of Crows" directly to the gangsters, but will find buyers with "psychic abilities" or at least those who have mastered "mind".

Only they truly understand the value of the "Eye of the Crow Lord".

After paying the intelligence fee, Germain quickly collected a large number of candidates and addresses. After careful screening, he finally identified three auction houses that he could try.

At this time, Xiaodi suddenly pulled the chair next to him, sat down next to German, and grabbed the mouse and keyboard rudely: "Let me check."

German had no choice but to drag his chair and move it to the side.

She searched for the keywords "Germain" and "Meteor Street Killer" and quickly found information about Germain.

"Meteor Street origin", "professional killer", "B-class wanted criminal", "suspected new member of the Phantom Troupe" are highlighted in bold in the information column.

There is also a profile photo of Germain attached. It seems to have been taken a long time ago and has not been updated. His appearance is still a bit immature.

The rest of the content needs to be paid to watch.

Xiaodi adjusted her glasses, which had slipped down the bridge of her nose again, and pointed at the profile photo: "Is this photo of you?"

"it's me."

"Yeah?"

"yes."

"I just said I remembered it correctly." Xiaodi showed her palm to Germain again, "You have to pay back the money, five hundred thousand nuns."

"So, where did we meet?" Germain frowned, Xiaodi's firm tone made him doubt himself a little, "What is the cost of five hundred thousand nuns?"

"Huh?" Xiaodi was stunned for a moment, tilted her head and thought for a while, and then said, "Oh... now that I think about it, it seems like we have never met."

"Have you never met?"

"Yes. Mr. Bilbo paid me directly before. But three months ago, he suddenly died. The five hundred thousand nirvana he owes me can only come from you."

"Bilbo..." Germain was a little enlightened, and he probably understood what was going on. "My intermediary who makes the difference...why does he owe you five hundred thousand nirvana?"

Xiaodi pointed at Germain.

"It's you who owe me 500,000 renunciation. As we agreed before, if you kill people, I will help you clean up the scene, 250,000 renunciation for each time."

"I helped you five times in total, but you only paid the first three times and two more. Two hundred and fifty thousand plus two hundred and fifty thousand, which is half a million."

"The murder scene cleaner..." Germain blinked his dark eyes.

"So that's it. With your ability, you are indeed very good at this. It's just that Bilbo hired you, and he should pay the five hundred thousand nirvana."

"But he's dead." Xiaodi said matter-of-factly, "I can only find you."

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