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"What a good boy."

Selanne looked at Donna through the mirror, who looked embarrassed at the compliment.

"It's a pity that I can't help you. Maybe you can ask another prostitute in the town. She might remember a stranger who had sex with her."

"I don't think she can help me." Donna said dejectedly.

"Why?"

"Because you are prettier than her, that person will only come to you."

Being able to degenerate into evil means that the leatherworker was very obsessed with beauty during his lifetime, and he would only look for the best.

Hearing Donna's sigh, Seranne's movements suddenly stopped, she turned her head, her eyes bright.

"I suddenly thought it would be nice to do something good sometimes."

She got up and walked to a small room. After a while, she came out with a cookie box.

"This box contains all the gifts from my foreign guests in the past month. They are all personal belongings. Maybe you can find something familiar in it. I can remember the person who gave the gift and what he said at the time. "

It's funny to say that she should have resold these small gifts from the time of deep affection after the guests left, but there were always people who regretted this and blamed her for their irrationality. In order not to be beaten again, she had to hoard all these small items. If no one came to claim these gifts after a month, she would sell them.

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

Donna took the cookie box and rummaged through it in surprise.

Ribbons, silver buttons, gold-plated pens. If it hadn't been a while since she left the hotel, she would have thought she was still receiving her uncle's education on "recycling ancient items."

But this kind of action is just for Selani to see, she doesn't need to do it.

When Selanne wasn't paying attention, Donna closed the lid and did a quick divination on the entire box.

Bracola's divination is the most primitive form of divination, only a little more accurate than intuition, but the advantage is that it doesn't cost anything.

The result of the divination this time was a failure. She could not confirm that the leatherworker had been here when he was still a human.

But besides here, where else can he go?

Donna was a little confused, the most well-dressed girl in town was here.

Or the leatherworker looked for Adelaide. The water nymph was once the most beautiful person in the town, but the beast Adelaide encountered did not match the leatherworker.

She felt her investigation had hit a dead end.

"You found it so fast?" Selani looked back at her, and the mirror showed that the girl had covered the cookie box again.

In order to meet the expectations of ordinary people, Donna opened the cookie box again in a hurry.

"No, not yet."

She pretended to continue searching. On the bottom of the biscuit box, a bright color exposed under the debris suddenly caught her eye. She saw something very familiar.

This is a circus ticket.

Looking at the painting above, it should belong to the same batch as the one in the Perot family.

"A circus ticket? Why don't you use it?"

Seranie looked back, then suddenly gritted her teeth and stood up, walked over, tore the note into pieces and threw them into the wastebasket.

"That's because I have many, many, and I forgot to throw this one away." She raised her foot and roughly kicked the wastebasket aside. The poor ornament spun around and almost fell over, until it hit the wall and was stabilized. Come down.

Donna asked in confusion: "Why do you have so many tickets?"

"Of course it's because I give such a ticket to every man in that stupid circus after they sleep with each other. It's the most useless gift I've ever received, as if I haven't seen enough of them in bed!"

Selanne was so angry when she saw this thing, not only because of the customers, but also because of that bitch Gilda who worked part-time as a fortune teller in the circus.

The Gildars were well known for their dissolute nature, and the prices were so low that men in the town were willing to try new tricks.

Many of her regular customers invested their money in that bitch last month, so they had no money left to take care of this place. Fortunately, she didn't have any bad habits, and she usually budgeted carefully and saved a certain amount of savings, so she got through this difficulty. period.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

Donna shook her head, she had no patience to pretend anymore.

Seeing her like this, Seranie sighed: "It seems that I can't help you anymore. You should go home. When you go downstairs, remember to go through the back door, which is where the other coat rack is."

Donna thanked her again and followed her directions downstairs.

The back door of this small building looks very hidden. The color of the door is the same as the surrounding wallpaper. Only the front is left a little empty. Not far away is the coat rack with about four pieces of clothes hanging on it. They all left in a hurry. What the men left behind.

Donna glanced at them. The colors and styles of those clothes were also very similar. They were all blouses used to cover gray outside of daily clothes.

She suddenly thought, how would their owners tell them apart when they came back to get their clothes?

Smocks are clothes that men wear when working. Even if they have the same style when they are bought and the wearers are of the same height, their wives or sisters will use needlework skills to help them make different adjustments in the details to make them look better. Work more easily.

A farmer's smock has a longer hem, a carpenter's cuffs are tighter.

Of course these details can be seen, but it still takes a while, and there must be a simpler way.

Seranie was still putting on makeup upstairs and would not be seen here - thinking of this, Donna couldn't help but reach out and take off a piece of clothing on the coat rack.

She quickly found the answer she wanted. There was a name embroidered with a lighter color thread on the neckline of the dark black clothes. She hung up the piece of clothing again and took off the other one for inspection. Sure enough, the owner of the other blouse also took the same measures.

It seems that embroidering names on clothes to distinguish people is a common method in densely populated areas.

Donna was startled and her thinking became clear.

The direction she originally wanted to investigate was interrupted, but in another direction, she received a revelation. She suddenly wondered why the leatherworker had tampered with the people her uncle had killed. Those corpses whose clothes had been stripped off were not the original owners of their clothes. They might have once belonged to a human being, and the leatherworker was looking for them. he.

Yes, that’s it!

This also explains why only the male humans were stripped of their clothes, while the bodies of the dwarves and women were barely touched.

Because the original owner of those clothes was similar in size to the others and had lived with the circus members.

In other words, they were once a team.

The Leatherworker is looking for one of the people who left the circus last month!

Once she understood this, Donna immediately cheered up and couldn't help but tap her feet.

The problem that Uncle Clayton and Julius didn't understand has been solved by her. Her wisdom has obviously overwhelmed the green hair. If she explains her investigation results to her uncle when she goes back, she will definitely gain more trust. , being able to truly do valuable things with him.

Just as she was fantasizing, there was some unusual commotion outside the front door, and the sound of men arguing.

Donna glanced at the back door hesitantly, but chose to walk to the front door, but instead of opening the door directly, she put her ear to the door and listened to the sounds outside.

boom!

There was a gunshot and Donna flinched, then she heard a man's voice shouting.

"Get out of the way, don't point fingers. Everything we do is legal. Of course, we will talk, but we will only talk to your mayor. I believe we will reach a consensus in the end, and the criminals should get what they deserve." trial."

The sound of bare feet walking was heard upstairs, and Selanie's anxious face soon appeared at the top of the stairs. When she saw that Donna was still there, her face relaxed and her lips wriggled slightly.

"Don't go out."

The words barely made a sound.

Selanne may have been trying to persuade Donna to stay in as low a voice as possible, but the first half of her goal was surprisingly good.

Donna had studied lip reading, but her performance in this subject was not very satisfactory, so she just stood there stunned.

Seranie sighed, tiptoed down, held her hand and stepped back.

This is Serani's house, but she has never felt safe here. Past experience tells her that if there is a fight outside the door, it won't take long for the result of the fight to affect this house.

Every loser will think that he failed because of the bad influence of the prostitute. Maybe it won't be long before someone breaks in and smashes the place.

There was also a sound outside the back door at this moment.

Seranie's steps back stopped, and she pulled the girl upstairs. There were some empty cabinets upstairs where she could hide.

Donna didn't know what she was thinking, so she just let her hold her hand while curiously tilting her head to observe the lady's expression.

Selanie didn't complain until she reached the stairs on the second floor.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Donna didn't know what to say, her excitement wasn't over yet, and she didn't understand what Selanie was worried about, so she had no choice but to say "Sorry" in the etiquette taught by her uncle.

"If you are wronged by me, your father will definitely make me look good."

"You know my dad?"

These familiar words were exactly the same as what Julius said before, and Donna also remembered that her identity here was Uncle Clayton's daughter. And Selani, as a stranger she had never met before, knew about their relationship and her uncle's character, which made her feel incredible.

Seranie glanced at her in surprise: "No, I think I haven't seen a man with black hair in this time, but any normal father should do this, right?"

Donna was startled.

"Don't be stunned. Come upstairs with me. If there's a fight outside, it will be troublesome. You have to find a way to hide."

Selanne murmured and walked ahead, taking Donna back to the bedroom.

The light in the bedroom was much dimmer than before. This was because she had the principle of meddling as little as possible in her own business. She wisely closed the curtains before the gunshot, proving to the people outside that she had nothing to do with any disputes.

Generally speaking, this works somewhat.

Donna probably understood what she meant by drawing the curtains, so until the noise continued to move to the far right side of the room, she opened a very small gap between the curtains and peeked out.

At this time, she could only see the backs of those who were causing controversy outside.

But just by looking at the backs, she recognized the identities of the armed men.

It's the Salvation Army, and they're back, bringing with them their prisoner, Mr. Schmidt.