The warden who guards the witches

That night, Aiden stood in a deserted alley and said goodbye to Deborah: "That's it, I'm going this way."

"Aren't you, a personable gentleman like you, going to take me to my place of residence?" Deborah smiled, "Or should I accompany you for a while?"

"I'm afraid the major newspapers have already inquired about where we live. If someone is guarding us, wouldn't it be a trap for the two of us to show up together?" Aiden shrugged.

"Actually, we can also find another hotel to stay overnight..." Deborah smiled, and seeing Aiden looking weird, she quickly said, "Of course I'm joking, I'm not that frivolous."

"In short, let's do the investigation according to our respective intelligence networks." Aiden began to explain, "We will exchange information next time we meet. If you want to contact me, please send it to my mailbox, and..."

"Remember to dress up, um, I understand." Deborah nodded and continued.

The policy proposed by Aiden in this meeting is to use the information of the victims of past incidents to roughly speculate on the target selection criteria of the "Doppelganger Killer" in the remaining week or so, and then search for possible targets in the city in advance. The person who becomes the target.

In this way, if the murderer chooses a candidate they have investigated in advance, they can take timely action as soon as Deborah's divination results are obtained.

"You should show enough etiquette when saying goodbye, Mr. Aiden." Deborah suddenly hinted.

"That's right." After finishing speaking, Aiden took off his hat and bowed slightly, "Goodbye, I hope you have a pleasant night."

"No such thing." Deborah frowned and smiled.

"I believe that with Miss Deborah's ability, no little hooligan wandering around at night can pose a threat to you." Aiden spread his hands, "If you are not worried, you can turn into a man and go back. "

"It's so charming, Mr. Aiden." Deborah also waved her hand, "See you tomorrow."

"You've already scheduled a meeting tomorrow?" Aiden smiled helplessly.

"To be honest, I really want to see you every day." Deborah blew a kiss and said, "Goodbye."

Aiden then turned around and left. When he turned back after walking some distance, Deborah had disappeared.

He walked on without calling for a carriage. The apartment he rented was a little far away from the Dew Tavern, but the place he wanted to return to today was actually not his apartment, but a prison. The Rose Iron Prison was not that far away from here.

Reporters must be keeping an eye on the apartment in the near future. Changing his appearance has no meaning. As long as someone enters a specific room or lights are on in the room, those reporters will know his whereabouts.

As for the prison, there was almost no possibility of being watched at night, and he could also disguise himself as another prison guard on night duty.

Compared with the bumpy taxi, he still prefers walking. In this world where entertainment methods are scarce, walking is a passable pastime.

After walking two blocks and approaching home, Aiden suddenly noticed something - he seemed to be being followed.

After turning twice, he caught a glimpse of the same tall figure in the distance from the corner of his eye, and he had an inexplicable presence.

A sudden sense of crisis made him immediately have this suspicion. This kind of intuition was rare for him in the past, but now it felt very natural to him.

After experiencing several battles personally, he found that a certain sense of presence hidden in his body had been reactivated. In the past, although he inherited the knowledge and fighting skills of the previous owner of his body, there was a gap due to lack of actual combat experience.

But now, he feels that even without the word of God, his combat effectiveness can reach a level comparable to that of his predecessor Aiden as the Inquisitor of Heresy.

This intuition of being followed comes from this sense of combat, and Aiden immediately increased his vigilance.

He gave it a try and walked into a few shops on the roadside, deliberately leaving a little distance, and then walked back towards home as if nothing had happened.

At the corner, he "inadvertently" checked behind him again, and once again found the figure hiding behind other pedestrians.

It can be considered a real hammer, this person is indeed following him.

When he and Deborah were separated, Aiden changed back to his original appearance, which meant that he was the target of the stalker.

Aiden calmly led the other person to the vicinity of the prison. This was his home court, and it was the safest place to confront people head-on.

He suddenly turned around, and of course there was no one behind him, but the moment he turned around, he saw a shaking shadow.

"Stop playing hide and seek, come out and meet your friends." Aiden tapped the ground with his stick.

After a few seconds of silence, the stalker finally emerged from behind a hidden sign.

Then Aiden was stunned on the spot: "What are you doing, Miss Deborah? We just parted!"

Although the streetlight was a little dim, the other person's face was too easy to identify. The person who had been following him to his home was clearly Deborah Irvine, who had just said goodbye to him not long ago.

"Just looking at your back, I couldn't help it, so I followed you." Deborah grinned.

"Please don't do this, you're a bit creepy." Aiden frowned, "You...were those two glasses of wine just now making you drunk?"

He felt that Deborah's state was a little different from before. Deborah's smile had never been so wide, and it looked like she was drunk.

After all, following him was an overkill. Deborah would not do something that would trigger his plan under normal circumstances.

"The night is still long. To be honest, why don't you stay with me for a while, Mr. Aiden?" Deborah smiled at Aiden.

"No, I actually have some work to do." Aiden pointed to the direction of the prison gate in the distance.

The rented carriage drove along the road illuminated by street lights and stopped at the prison gate.

Veronica got off the carriage with the file bag and just heard Aiden's voice. Her expression brightened up: "Sir! You just came back?"

"Veronica. Aiden turned his head.

"I got the information you wanted for you." Veronica shook the file bag in her hand and immediately noticed Deborah, "Miss Irving?"

When she made eye contact with Deborah from a distance, she read the coldness and sharpness in Deborah's eyes.

"I was disturbed. "Deborah sighed helplessly.

"Even if I wasn't disturbed, I would still choose to work." Aiden replied.

He specifically asked Veronica to try to use the relationship with the mounted police to obtain some information and investigation channels, in order to study the next target of the "Double Killer" tonight.

"It seems that there is really no way." Deborah waved and called the rented carriage that Veronica took to her side.

"See you next time." After getting on the carriage, she waved to Aiden from the window.