The Evil God of Hogwarts

It's not a bad thing to be cautious. Even though they were far from Liverpool, God knows how widespread the influence of Old Record Gang and Snake Man was.

The lifeless town of Wales was steamed by the sweltering heat. The chirping of cicadas echoed in the deserted streets. The heat wave discouraged people from going out. There were almost no people on the main street of the town.

There are some homeless people hiding in the alleys that are not exposed to the sun. There are many locals gathered in front of the grocery store. They smoke cigarettes, drink wine, and have evil eyes.

Although he knew he would not get a satisfactory answer, Xing Ze still asked Mike: "What do you think of the proposal just now?"

Mike drank the rest of the water. His chest and back were soaked with sweat, and most of his T-shirt was stuck to his body. He muttered back: "You have to understand, Coldwater. There's nothing wrong with us newcomers. You can trade your cards with them, and it’s best to be obedient.”

"I'm not questioning them." Xing Ze looked at the grocery store not far away. "Soldiers on the front line should not question orders, but we are different from soldiers. Aren't you afraid that they are hiding something from us?"

Mike let out a big breath and said: "You know, I've never been good at thinking. They may really be planning something, but there's nothing we can do about it, right, Coldwater?"

"Just call me Quentin."

"Yeah, Quentin. These high-level investigators, their bodies and brains have been strengthened. As I said in the car, those game points can be used to strengthen ourselves and improve our skills.

"You should know. Level 5 investigators, God knows how much they have been strengthened. Do you remember that Gio I told you about?"

"That Frankenstein?"

Hearing this adjective, Mike laughed happily, "Yes, it's really an apt description, he told me. He spent all the points he got on strengthening himself. His strength was scary, and he even participated in the arm-wrestling competition in the bar. He has never lost."

Xing Ze nodded, "I understand. But we can't be so passive, right? Let them use us as gunmen."

"Then do you have any better idea?"

"not yet."

Mike curled his lips. He was a realist and never believed in any vain plans or future. He didn't take Xing Ze's words to heart.

In his opinion, the newcomer seemed to be too worried about things that he could not control. "Let's go to the station quickly. At least there is a ceiling fan there."

…

Telford Freight Center is in the southeast corner of the town. It is a small place and there are not many trucks.

When Lanny and Kent arrived, it happened to be the staff's break. They inquired at the registration office, and after spending ten pounds, they got the license plate numbers of several drivers who ran to Brachester.

They followed the license plate and found a minivan driver first. He had a red nose and small eyes.

Kent motioned to Lanny, and the detective made a gesture of invitation, then took a step back, showing that he didn't mind Kent coming forward to ask.

"Good afternoon, sir." Kent greeted the driver with small eyes.

"Oh, good afternoon, you two. How can I help?"

"Actually, there is. I heard that you ran to Brichester?"

Lanny noticed that the driver's eyes blinked rapidly, "Yes, yes, sir. From time to time, I will run some vegetables and fruits to the ASDA supermarket in Brichester. As you know, nothing can be grown in that place."

Kent has read the information Xing Ze investigated. Although he has not studied it carefully, his brain strengthened by game points has given him a good memory.

He remembered that the soil in Brichester was not very good, and there were not many crops that could be grown. Even the potatoes grown were small and ugly.

"I heard it's related to the water quality? The water source there is polluted." Kent pretended to want to inquire about gossip, so as to reduce the driver's psychological defense.

But he failed. The driver shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who knows, I'm not familiar with that place. I just went to deliver things. Gentlemen, if you have any questions, just tell me. Otherwise, I have to take a rest. I'll take a rest later." I still have to go to East Street to buy some goods.”

He's avoiding the topic. Lanny thought in his mind, and he winked at Kent, who understood and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Smoking?" Kent asked.

"Of course." As soon as the driver finished speaking, the other party had already handed the cigarette to him. He took the cigarette and lit it with his own lighter.

"Do you know the way to Brichester?" Kent asked. "There is no shuttle bus. We are in a hurry to get there again, but we can't find the road."

After hearing this, the driver looked at the two strangers and slowly exhaled smoke.

White smoke floated in this small smoking room. For Xing Ze, who had quit smoking for a long time, this place was undoubtedly similar to a gas chamber.

But for Mike, the smell of second-hand smoke was like coming home, and the pot-bellied driver searched the crowd for targets, trying to find someone he could trust.

Ten minutes later, he had completely blended into the group of smokers composed of drivers and station staff.

Because he couldn't stand the pungent smell of smoke, Xing Ze withdrew early. Although his strengthened body gave him strong resistance to the smell, it didn't mean that he had to stand in the harmful gas like an idiot and hurt himself. body of.

After waiting for a while, Mike and an old man walked out of the smoking room. The old man looked to be in his seventies and was wearing a worn-out peaked cap.

"Mike, old man. You want to go to Brichester?"

Old boy? Xing Ze glanced at his companion suspiciously, but said nothing. The old man in front of him had obviously drank a lot.

"Then you have found the right person, Mark." The old man said vaguely, "I have been a shuttle bus driver there for a few years, and I know the route well."

"You should know everything, sir." Xing Ze corrected him kindly.

"Yes, yes, what did I just say? Forget it, do you have a map?"

Xing Ze took out a map from his briefcase and handed it over. The old man reached out to take it, and then circled like a swan in the lake. After barely steadying himself, he looked at the map, then shook his head and said : "No, not this one. Need a county map."

Looking at the hesitant two people, the old man shouted: "Go to the grocery store outside the station, they sell it there, and bring me a bottle of wine by the way." After that, he pointed in a random direction.

Xing Ze asked Mike to stay and went to the grocery store. He had some doubts that the old drunkard just wanted to get a bottle of wine from these two idiot foreigners.

The traffic map he carries is the latest, marking roads and bridges throughout the UK. There are also landmarks in Brichester on it. Although it is not very obvious, as long as you look carefully, you can still find a road. Yes, but Xing Ze is not sure because that road only passes through Brachester.

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