The warden who guards the witches

In a room of a rented apartment in the lower city, Heinz Hoffman sat on a chair, looking at several secret police captains who bowed their heads in front of him.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke: "As I said, the most urgent thing is to complete the task, and the review and punishment will be discussed later. However, this does not mean that there is no need to go back and think about the problems that occurred earlier. Why do you think the police suddenly found that hotel?"

After they settled in Silver City, they set up several secret temporary bases. The Bauhinia Hotel where Sera Rexia once stayed was one of them. Heinz, disguised as a wealthy businessman from Gistas, lived here, listened to his subordinates' reports in the room or in the nearby hotel box, and then gave instructions.

The plainclothes personnel who came to the front desk of the Bauhinia Hotel to ask questions appeared without warning. Fortunately, the people who were watching nearby and responsible for ensuring Heinz's safety keenly sensed the danger.

Before these people began to check the guests in the hotel, Hoffman used the pre-prepared plan and got away in time with the cooperation of his subordinates. They were not sure which investigation unit the other party was from, or whether they were targeting them, but they did not dare to take the risk of using a disguised identity to deceive the other party's investigation.

"I think the clues...may come from the gangs we hired." A secret captain replied, "They are the only ones we have directly contacted locally. We hired them, and they would not completely trust the foreign forces we disguised as. They would also find ways to investigate us."

"I think so too." Heinz nodded lightly, "But the problem is here, how could the clues found by the gangs be known by the official investigation department?"

"We unilaterally terminated our cooperation with the gangs, so it is not surprising that they resented us." Another secret captain expressed his opinion.

"We are dealing directly with the gang leaders. If the deal is exposed, the gang leaders themselves will be implicated, so now they are just sending a few low-level people in the gang to take care of this matter." Heinz said lightly, "They are unlikely to tell the local police about this. Just sending an anonymous letter to spread rumors that there are fugitives here will not make the police take it seriously."

Several captains looked at each other.

"Perhaps... the RCMP's informant inside the gang got the clue?" a captain asked.

"Then the police informant must be the person sent by the gang to investigate us. This is a bit of a coincidence." Heinz replied.

"You mean..." the captain asked cautiously.

"I guess there are other people who are connected to the gang and got the clue directly from the gang." Heinz thought for a while, "and then handed it over to the authorities."

"Who would it be?"

"..." Heinz fell into deep thought.

Aiden Garrod - although there is no definite evidence, he has already finalized the answer in his mind almost without thinking.

The person who can make the official investigation department take immediate action and get the clue should be someone in the system who can make the investigation department completely trust. According to Heinz's idea, it is Aiden Garrod who is now actively hindering his actions.

Although he still doesn't understand how a warden can get in touch with the gang, his intuition tells him that the problem lies with this person.

The more he investigated Aiden Garrod, the more he found that there were many mysteries about him.

If he was really behind this, then they had an indirect fight behind a curtain, but both sides were empty-handed and no one got the upper hand.

The direct contact policy he had determined before was correct. If this person was willing to be bribed to cooperate, that would naturally be the best result - but judging from the failure of bribing Flanda Rogli, bribery is unlikely to succeed.

It seems that if you want to contact him, you have to be prepared to use all means at the same time and try to deal with this person in one go.

"Have you found out where Aiden Garrod lives?" Heinz asked.

"I have found it. Are you going to sneak in?" the subordinate asked.

"Don't do such a rude thing. Although the hope is slim, let's start with 'soft' means." Heinz waved his hand.

...

Rose Iron Prison, Library.

"I've told you several times. Even if there are no books on the bookshelf, don't use such a wet cloth to wipe the bookshelf. It will easily get moldy after a long time." Arsenal taught Sera expressionlessly, "Did your brain get eaten by zombies?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Sera apologized in a panic.

When Arsenal taught others, there was no expression on her face and her tone was flat, but this mechanical and cold feeling was more likely to make people feel stressed than an emotional look.

"Wipe the corner where the light doesn't reach with a dry cloth." Arsenal pointed to the bookshelf in the depths, "When you do things, sometimes you really want me to feel that it would be more efficient to turn you into a corpse and operate it myself."

"Is this... a joke?" Sera asked cautiously.

"What do you think?" Arsenal adjusted her glasses, still expressionless.

"I... will go and wipe it again first." Sera walked towards the bookshelf on the inside with trepidation.

After a few days of getting along, Sera didn't dare to disobey the paralyzed bodyguard lady. However, apart from speaking to her in a strong and venomous way, Arsenal didn't do anything excessive to her.

Rather than saying that she didn't have bad intentions, it's better to say that she had no interest in Sera at all.

A quarter of an hour later, Arsenal came over with a stack of books and placed them on the bookshelf in order. Then she turned around and took two books down from the bookshelf. When she was about to leave, she would borrow them and take them back to the cell to read.

Sera, who was cleaning nearby, glanced over carefully and saw the titles of "Red Love of Life and Death" and "Empire Love Story". She couldn't help but say "Huh" subconsciously.

"You seem to have any opinions about the books I read?" Arsenal caught her voice instantly and turned her head to stare at her.

"No, no, no, no..." Sera waved her hands in panic, "I'm just a little surprised. This... Actually, I've read these two books, that's it, they seem to be..."

"A cheesy love story. So I didn't expect that a woman who is keen on studying corpses and undead, with a stiff and lifeless expression, would actually read this kind of story. It's so funny, is that what you mean?" Arsenal asked coldly, "Let's talk about it in the cell?"

"I really don't mean to make fun of you!!" Sera tried to defend herself.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just joking." Arsenal remained expressionless.

Sera was startled, then covered her chest and let out a long breath: "Please don't do this again..."