The warden who guards the witches

"You found out that there is a murderer living in this house, but you are still wandering around here as if nothing happened?" Aiden asked the beggar while staring at him.

The beggar thought that there was a vicious criminal who would kill people in the basement and feed them to dogs, but he was still begging in this area, which was a bit incredible.

"Hehe, this is the territory I have finally seized, how can I let it go? Without this territory, I will still starve to death. Anyway, I can only beg for money here in broad daylight, and I don't believe he dares to kidnap people in broad daylight!" The beggar said viciously.

"But such a serious matter, didn't you call the police?" Aiden asked the beggar.

"I broke into someone else's lock and stole things at that time. I called the police?" The beggar opened his eyes wide, and his reaction seemed to be that Aiden said something strange, "Those policemen will lock me up and throw me to a shelter in the suburbs!"

This person is the type who will choose to "keep himself safe" at a critical moment. Aiden has a general impression.

"Okay." Aiden tentatively accepted the other party's explanation and handed over the money.

After receiving the money, the beggar continued to complain: "Besides, which police here really treat us as human beings? So many people have disappeared in the park recently. Are there any police in charge? Damn! Maybe it's really like what the Resurrection Society said, that the police or some organization are kidnapping refugees and secretly disposing of them!"

"Someone is missing?" Aiden asked pretending to be ignorant, "What is the Resurrection Society?"

He had a good idea about the disappearance of refugees and the Resurrection Society, but since the other party mentioned it, it's not a bad thing to take the opportunity to understand it from another perspective.

"Will you give me money if I answer you?" The beggar looked over.

"No, I'm just asking casually. If you have to pay for anything, then there's nothing to talk about." Aiden waved his hand.

"Forget it, it's okay to tell you." The beggar gave up the idea of ​​asking for money. "Recently, the number of people living in the park...is decreasing. Many people go out during the day and never come back at night...No, they never come back. They haven't taken anything from their shacks, so they definitely haven't moved away. Now at night we will search which shacks have not returned, and divide up all the things. But this is definitely not a good thing. We all think there must be human traffickers! And not ordinary ones, at least the kind of gangs that sell people in bulk. But the real black hands are definitely more powerful than the gangs. The police are not investigating at all, and the local government has suppressed the news. It's weird! Then I don't know where a resurrection society jumped out, spreading everywhere that this was done by the government, calling on everyone to go against the government..."

"What do you think? You didn't join the resurrection society?" Aiden asked.

"Isn't that the resurrection religion that southerners believe in? Humph, I'm not interested." The beggar showed a look of disdain on his face.

The country of Dillon has a single race, but there are great differences in regions and ethnicities. The religious group that Mr. Bloody Clothes is currently running seems to be under the banner of a local religion in the southern country. Obviously, although this beggar is also from Dillon, he does not belong to that region, so he did not immediately become interested in this religion.

These refugees who have left their homes have no sense of belonging to their own country, and they do not have much identification with their "compatriots" in the same country but in different regions and ethnicities. It is almost impossible for such a country to gather strength to resist in a critical moment.

"Okay, then that's all you know, right?" Aiden was ready to end the conversation.

"Well..." The beggar touched his chin and thought, but Aiden noticed that the other party's eyes were wandering up and down on him.

"If there is no, don't rack your brains to make it up. Goodbye." Aiden vaguely realized that the beggar was thinking about something else.

"Wait... wait a minute!" The beggar hurriedly called him, "I remember! Others have also seen the man living in this house!"

"Oh?" Aiden listened patiently.

"In the square over there, there are some people who beg like me. Our territory is different. We all live in shacks in the south of the park. Some of them boasted to me that sometimes they would meet a middle-aged man who raised a big dog and looked like a cultured person. He was very tall and thin. From this description, he was the one living in this house." The beggar continued, "They also said that this man was very generous... Haha, a bunch of idiots, all deceived!"

"That's it?" Aiden asked.

"Also, he seemed to have been to the south of the park!" The beggar added.

"What do you mean?" Aiden frowned.

"The south of the park has now been occupied by us as a refugee camp. The residents here generally don't approach. They think we are dirty and messy, and think we are all criminals... Alas..." The beggar scratched his neck as he spoke.

Aiden thought that it was impossible for all these refugees to be criminals, but the public security in places like refugee camps and slums was indeed poor, which was an objective fact. Lack of material conditions, overcrowding of people, and limited corresponding police force... all of these would become hotbeds for crime. About one-third of the local prisoners accommodated in the Rose Iron Prison came from the relatively poor old city, and most of the incidents related to these prisoners also occurred there.

"But that person came, and it seemed that he asked someone some questions and gave some money. I don't know what he did specifically. I was not there at that time... but an acquaintance of mine was there at that time, otherwise... I'll take you to ask him?"

"Where is he?" Aiden asked casually.

"That man picks up garbage in the city during the day and comes back at night. How about this, you come to the south of the park at 7pm... no, 8pm! There is a stone statue there, I will take you there?" The beggar said with a flattering smile.

"It's so suspicious." The goddess of vengeance, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "I don't know what this guy is up to."

Aiden thought so too. After many contacts with various types of criminals, he also developed a professional sense of smell. Although it is not enough to judge whether a person is a good person or a bad person with a 90% certainty, he can still smell some clues when facing ordinary people with relatively average anti-detection ability.

However, after a brief thought, Aiden did not choose to refuse: "Okay."

"You must come, I will wait for you all the time!" The beggar nodded and bowed, watching Aiden turn around and leave.

Aiden turned to leave, and the goddess of vengeance made an opinion beside him: "What a surprise, aren't you afraid that this is a trap related to the Resurrection Society?"

"I have considered the risks, we have to be careful, only Mr. Bloody Clothes, with your revenge inspiration, we have a safety net, we can deal with the miscellaneous soldiers." Aiden replied lightly, "If this trap is valuable, it doesn't hurt to try to step on it, anyway, agree to it first."