The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze did not express this idea. Just as Ruiben was worried, the things in the magical world were no longer something they could deal with. What's more, there may be something from dreams involved here.

He didn't want to involve too many innocent people in this kind of thing. He was not Burke - he could use Muggles completely as tools.

"Have you asked anyone around here?"

"Some of the important ones have been written down. Wait a minute..." Ruiben took out his notepad from his pocket and started reading it.

After a while, he replied: "We asked the landlord, the manager downstairs, the house opposite, and the residents upstairs and downstairs. However, the records are still being compiled and it will take some time. When we return to the police station The bureau should be able to get it, but...but I think you should ask those people yourself."

The superintendent said as he took out a page from his notes and handed it to Xing Ze. He continued: "I compiled a list."

"Thank you." Xing Ze said, "Let's start with the landlord first."

"No, no, the landlord doesn't live here. He gave the house to the administrator to take care of. We can go talk to her. She lives in the room on the first floor near the door."

Xing Ze looked at the list and nodded.

The manager of the apartment is a woman in her early thirties. Her face revealed through the crack in the door is impatient and suspicious.

"Police." Ruiben showed his ID and motioned to the administrator to open the door.

The door closed, and then there was a clicking sound of the door bolt turning, and then it opened completely with a final snap.

"I talked to the police yesterday and told them everything I knew." The administrator said unceremoniously.

"In case you remember something again." Xing Ze walked into the room and saw the sculptures in the room at a glance, "Are you an artist?"

"No, I'm just making ends meet." The administrator wiped her face with the back of her hand, and the white plaster left several marks on her cheeks.

Xing Ze looked at the unformed sculpture and asked, "Relax, madam, we are just confirming what you said yesterday."

"What's the point?"

"Ensure authenticity. Many witnesses will make false claims, and a second visit can largely eliminate this problem." The superintendent explained.

The administrator spread his hands and said: "You can't suspect me of lying just because I am a poor person, right? This is too discriminatory."

"Instead of being sarcastic to us, miss, it's better to cooperate. Believe me, it won't take you much time, and you will be able to go back and continue to shape David soon."

"What do you want to ask? I told you everything. I told you what I know. Frank, yes, he may be a good detective, but he is definitely not a good tenant."

"Why do you say that?"

"Normally, I don't mind if the tenant brings some people back to the apartment, although the landlord doesn't want his apartment to look like one of those low-class buildings where people and dogs can come in and out. But everyone has friends.

"But the detective went a little too far this time. He took five people to his apartment and they stayed there. God, if the landlord knew about this, I would have to go back to the street the next day. .

"I don't have the money to find another apartment like this. As you can see, I'm just a poor sculptor. If I weren't a part-time administrator..."

"So you went upstairs to inquire. The time was July 25th, right?" Riben interrupted the administrator's complaint and brought the topic to the formal level.

"That's right. I went up and asked, but they didn't give me a good look at all."

"Did they say anything?" Xing Ze asked.

"There are many, most of them are dirty words, telling me to get out of here, scolding me for being nosy, etc. There are also some that I don't understand at all, they may be code words."

"code word?"

"Yeah, it sounds like it, but I'm not sure because it's mostly abbreviations. I thought about telling the landlord about it, but one of them gave me some money and told me to keep quiet. He paid me back quite a bit. , so I just...I told the police all this yesterday."

Xing Ze walked around the living room. The administrator's residence was not big. The living room was also a dining room. The stove is located at the door, and there is a bedroom at the end. It's that simple.

"Do you remember those code words?"

The administrator shook his head, "I don't remember much. Why should I remember that?"

Reiben flipped through his notes and interjected: "The man who gave you the money. You said he wore glasses, had brown hair, and looked like a scholar?"

"Uh-huh." The administrator took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She gestured to Ribbon, but the superintendent pointed to her pocket, indicating that she had cigarettes. Xing Ze waved his hand and refused.

"He seems to be a typical scholar, gentle and polite. You know what I'm talking about, right? His attitude is the best among the five, so I have a deep influence on him."

Xing Ze strolled to the stove and knocked on the grilled window next to the door. Although it was covered with oil stains, he could barely see outside.

Some apartment landlords convert the original registration desk into a small apartment for rent, like this one. Generally speaking, this kind of small apartment will be used as a management residence. The grille glass next to the door can well see the movements of tenants outside to prevent them from sneaking in pets.

"Can you remember anything else, ma'am? Any details, think about it again."

"I really can't think of anything."

"Have they not gone out since they moved in on July 25th?"

The administrator still shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. I can't pay attention to the tenants all the time."

Xing Ze took a breath, turned around and said, "You'd better tell the truth, madam. Otherwise, I will tell the landlord the whole truth. By then, I'm afraid you will have to move out."

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" The administrator's face immediately darkened.

Xing Ze took a few steps back, pointed to his feet and said, "Here, the color of the floor here is obviously different from the surroundings, which means that someone often stands here."

The administrator chuckled and said, "So what? I have to cook there."

"If you're cooking." Xing Ze took a few steps forward and walked to the stove. "I think you should stand here. Instead of standing where you can't even reach the pot."

Not waiting for the administrator to speak. Xing Ze continued: "Of course you may say that you are standing here chopping vegetables. But you have to explain why some pieces of glass are stained with lime."

Xing Ze walked back to the previous place. He leaned close to the glass, and one of his hands was right near the pieces of glass stained with lime.

"This is how you see the tenants outside, isn't it?" He said, "In addition, this location is blocked by a wooden grille, so it is difficult for people outside to notice you."

The administrator's face turned pale, and she took a deep breath of smoke: "I just... I just like to find inspiration there. As for the lime, there is lime everywhere in the room. I... I am a fucking sculptor. "

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