The warden who guards the witches

That night, in the upper part of Silver City, Dew Tavern.

Aiden walked into the tavern and looked around. The dim lighting made it difficult for him to see the seats a little further away. He could only look for them one by one. There were basically small tables for two people. Two people who looked like lovers were whispering to each other at the table. Aiden noticed that some couples looked very different in age and looked like they were having an extramarital affair. Some were even homosexual. There were different decorations on these small tables.

After searching for half a minute, Aiden finally saw a small table with a water bottle and roses. A strange woman he had never seen before was sitting there.

Aiden walked straight over and asked tentatively, "Miss Deborah?"

"Mr. Aiden?" The woman raised her face and looked at him carefully, slightly widening her eyes. "Did you choose the appearance of a woman?"

"If you want to cross-dress, just change it thoroughly." After confirming the other party's identity, he sat down at the small table.

After communicating through letters, the two decided to use the divine words of "stand-ins" to change their appearance to avoid the pursuit of paparazzi reporters. Deborah mentioned in her reply that she would be in this tavern, and put a water bottle and roses on the table as a secret code.

"That's not necessary... Forget it, it's better this way. The appearance of a strange man will make me a little nervous." Deborah raised her hand to call the waiter, ordered a glass of iced liquor, and then handed the menu to Aiden.

"Lemon cocktail, thank you." Aiden chose a drink that was closest to juice.

"Why did you choose this dark tavern? I almost couldn't find your seat." Aiden said.

"Mr. Aiden, you should have noticed it too? The main customers of this tavern are underground lovers who come to have a tryst. Those unacceptable and buried love, including extramarital affairs, homosexuality and one-night stands, gather here." Deborah said mysteriously.

"I noticed it, so why did you choose this...'right and wrong place'?" Aiden frowned slightly.

Even a "local" like him didn't know about this kind of place, and he didn't know where Deborah had heard about it.

"Don't you think this scene is suitable for us? A newly debuted star and a government official, hiding from the media's attention, having an underground love affair!" Deborah smiled excitedly.

"Hey!"

"Just kidding, I just think this place is more private and suitable for discussion." Deborah smiled.

"I was surrounded by reporters chasing you today, and I almost couldn't even get into the unit." Aiden said.

"Me too, I saw that report, I didn't expect to be secretly photographed." Deborah's smile did not diminish.

"Why do I feel... you seem to be enjoying it?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"Hehe, although it's a scandal, it's a scandal with your sweetheart. Even if it's not true, I'm happy." Deborah smiled happily.

Seeing her like this, Aiden suddenly had a bad feeling: "Then let me confirm first, when those reporters chased you for an interview, you didn't say anything strange, did you?"

"..." Deborah was silent for a second, then answered, "No."

"What's the matter with the pause just now?" Aiden stared at Deborah's eyes suspiciously.

"Really not." Deborah said and avoided Aiden's sight.

"Miss Deborah, please look into my eyes and answer my questions... No! You should just tell me directly, what did you answer when those reporters asked about our relationship?" Aiden pressed on step by step.

He was too familiar with Deborah's reaction, which was full of lies, just like those prisoners who were insecure when being interrogated.

After a while, Deborah slowly moved her eyes back, then stretched out her index finger and stood in front of her lips, closed one eye, and said in a playful tone: "Secret."

"Please don't mess with my mentality, answer my questions honestly." Aiden smiled "kindly".

"No, I mean..." Deborah shrank her head and her voice suddenly became quiet, "That's what I answered."

"What!?" Aiden was shocked on the spot.

"Hehe, I'm really sorry..." Deborah apologized with a smile.

"You look so playful and I don't feel any apology from you at all." Aiden felt a familiar feeling of being touched at this moment-yes, a succubus in the prison always gave him this feeling.

He just dealt with that guy today.

"When asked that kind of question, I really don't want to deny it. You should understand this feeling." Deborah quickly defended herself.

"I can't understand it." Aiden had a blank expression.

"Then I... compensate you a little, that, please close your eyes." Deborah said expectantly.

"Enough of flirting." Aiden sighed helplessly, "Miss Deborah, don't forget our real purpose."

"The pursuit of love and the pursuit of justice are not contradictory in my eyes. My father and mother are like this." Deborah said as a matter of course.

"Your parents can't be used as a model of reality. They are really characters living in books." Aiden shook his head, "Their experiences are enough to make a story."

He was suddenly stunned after saying this.

Adaptation - Most of the plots of "Houndman" are adapted from the stories of the hound Dobman and the thousand-faced thief Liv, but is that really the case?

If the events they are experiencing now were arranged by the "Imaginator" based on the plot of the novel, then the story between Doberman and Phantom Thief Liv, shouldn't it be the same?

If the mysterious man who threatened the witch coven to stop Doberman was the "Dreamer", and he was also a Dominator...then Doberman and Phantom Thief Liv are very likely to be someone like him. A god entertains his chess pieces.

Doberman, Phantom Thief Liv, Deborah...how many of their stories are deliberately arranged?

"Mr. Aiden, why are you so serious all of a sudden?" Deborah looked at Aiden's expression and became helpless. "Did I go too far? I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I will go and clarify it. Yes, please don’t be angry with me!”

"No, I'm just thinking about other things." Aiden came back to his senses and waved his hand, "I don't care much about that anymore. Those reporters only want eye-catching material, and there's nothing too important about your clarification. It means a lot. When other more eye-catching news comes out, they will forget about this matter. Let's do what we need to do. Let's get down to business. Regarding the pre-investigation of the doppelgänger incident, I have an idea. ”