Please listen to the voice of black magic

"We...it's best not to do anything, it will be self-defeating."

Roderick sighed and shook his head.

He found that the number of times he sighed today seemed to be equivalent to an entire year.

"After the fire broke out in the church, we rushed out immediately. Although we were still inevitably seen, we covered our faces. We had no acquaintances in the slums. In the next period of time, we would only We avoid going to the ghetto again, we shouldn't be recognized... we should."

Roderick said a little less confidently.

To be honest, he didn't know whether he and Annan would be found by the police.

"We left the scene as soon as possible. When I came back on my motorcycle, we took a slight detour. The chance of successfully tracking us... shouldn't be too high. If this was the capital, we might be discovered, but in this I doubt many police officers in Kedax City will seriously investigate us."

"To put it simply, just throw it away?"

Annan simplified what Roderick meant.

"Shut up...ha, that's a pretty good description..."

Rodrick couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

"In short, we should not act rashly. The more we try to cover ourselves up, the more likely we are to become an obvious target and actively expose ourselves. I'm not an expert in this field, and you are certainly not either, right? So it's better to It’s better to do nothing.”

"What if the police come to your door tomorrow morning?"

"Then just surrender and wait to die, or do you want to break through the siege and be wanted? Or do you want to surrender? It's probably too late to run away now?"

Annan and Roderick looked at each other.

"Leave it to fate." Roderick couldn't help but sigh again.

"It seems like this is the only way it can be."

Annan also understood that there was nothing the two of them could do. The most they could do was try to understand the accident in the slums later and see how the police handled it.

But he wasn't too worried. In this era where black-and-white TV had just appeared, there certainly weren't many reliable monitoring methods. What's more, the place where the incident happened was in a slum. There was a high probability that except for some witnesses, there was no need to think too much. traceable factors.

Unless they were really unlucky, a reporter happened to appear near the slums with a camera that was still a rarity and took a picture of them.

"Speaking of which, I wonder if the fire in the church was successfully put out? There are basically no fire prevention measures in the slums. If the fire really spreads, it would be terrible."

"Let's see if there's any urgent news."

Rodrick turned on the TV in the living room, and also turned on the somewhat bulky ritual radio next to it.

However, neither TV nor radio reported the fire in the slum immediately. The news programs on the hour only talked about yesterday's news.

"Let's find a way to find out the news later, without exposing ourselves..."

"Rodrick, aren't you from the Nares Gang? Can't you ask your little brother for information?"

After Annan asked, he saw Roderick's somewhat bitter expression.

"I...I left the family when I graduated from high school two years ago..."

Annan understood it as soon as he heard it.

"So you're alone now?"

Roderick nodded uncomfortably in admission.

"But, after you left the gang, why did you go to the slums to look for those three drug dealers today?"

Annan continued his curious questions without considering the mood of the person in front of him.

"It's a long story..."

Roderick was hesitant. He didn't know whether he should tell Annan about this.

"Just treat me as gossip and listen to what I have to say. Anyway, I already have enough troubles. One more is not much."

Seeing Annan's excited look, Roderick suddenly felt a little powerless.

"It's not a problem to tell you, but in exchange, can you help me in the future? Regarding those anesthetics, the risk of this matter may be more dangerous than the nun we met today."

"Okay, no problem." Annan replied instantly.

"..."

Roderick resisted the urge to sigh. After thinking for a while, he slowly began to explain.

It was indeed a good thing for him to get help from a magician, even if this person claimed to be a black magician.

He is really alone now, and he needs more reliable help.

"Actually, no one asked me to investigate, I just can't see it..."

Roderick found out bad news from his landlord two days ago.

At that time, he routinely went to the landlord's house to pay rent. His landlord did not expose his problem. It would be better to say that the landlord was doing everything possible to cover it up.

However, he sensed something was wrong at the time, and finally secretly found out why the landlord's attitude was a bit off.

It turned out that the landlord's son, a college freshman, was addicted to drugs.

Roderick started the investigation automatically in order to help his landlord. His landlord didn't know what he was doing.

"My landlord helped me a lot. The landlord rented the house I lived in to me at an extremely cheap price. He used to be a member of our Nares family. He left the family a long time ago... …”

After Roderick left the Nares Gang two years ago, he really had nowhere to go. If the landlord hadn't given him a helping hand, he might have been homeless.

In order to repay the landlord's kindness, Rodrick, sensing a possibility, launched an investigation on his own.

Then, his premonition soon came true, taking a nasty form that he didn't want to see.

"The person who sold the anesthetic to the landlord's son was our Nares family... I couldn't believe it at first. It's impossible for our family to do such a thing!"

"Isn't it normal for gangs to sell narcotics?"

Annan was a little surprised why the young man with the surname Nares in front of him was so excited.

"You don't know! You don't know! My grandfather, who founded our Nares family, did indeed do a lot of bad things in the underground world. However, my grandfather said that our Nares family will never use anesthetics to poison others! Never!"

Two years ago, Roderick had no choice but to leave the family due to an ulterior and helpless reason. At that time, he could be sure that the family did not sell anesthetics.

However, things have changed, and it turns out that the Nares family is actually secretly selling anesthetics everywhere!

Roderick didn't think his family would admit such a thing. He thought there might be some scum in the family secretly selling anesthetics.

So, he wanted to collect enough evidence, and then go back to his family to find his grandfather to solve this big problem.

Today, Roderick will appear in the slums and confront the three gangster drug dealers, just to find conclusive evidence and find out the true identity of the instigators behind the drug trafficking.

"Uh, but have you never thought that maybe after you left the family, your family really started to do, um, bad things?"

Annan looked at Rodrick, who came from a gangster family, with a sense of justice on his face.

"No! It's absolutely impossible! Under the guidance of my grandfather, our family will never break the family rules and cross the bottom line!"

Roderick growled a little excitedly.

"Our family... will never torture others!"