Queens, flank of the Viscount Stafford Residence.

Dressed in black, Furth and Hugh hid together in a dark corner, staring at the closed iron fence gate, patiently waiting for their target to appear.

There was no rain tonight, so they didn't have to face too difficult conditions, and the carriage parked at the edge of the street lamp made them understand that the harvest would definitely come, only early and late.

I don't know how long it took, but the iron fence door made a metal grinding sound and slowly opened back.

A figure in a dark cloak flashed out of it, lowered its head, walked to the side of the rental carriage, and climbed up with a light movement.

"Is that her?" Fluth asked Hugh as he lowered his voice.

She has neither the extraordinary ability to reproduce the characteristics of the other person's image through description, nor has she met the other person before, and cannot rely on spiritual intuition or "astrology" to make judgments.

Hugh nodded affirmatively:

"Yes!"

As they whispered as the cab sped up a little and drove away from the side door.

Hugh immediately left the corner where he was hiding, ready to rely on the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff" and the physical improvement brought by the "interrogator", and trotted far away from the target.

"What do you want to do?" Just then, Furth pressed her shoulder, ruining her plans.

"Stalking!" Hugh glanced back at his friend, confused.

Furth looked at the rental carriage, which had not yet been completely distanced, and asked thoughtfully:

"What are you tracking for?

"Also, didn't you say that after the target enters the Beckland Bridge area, there will be a rather powerful Extraordinary Protector to protect it?"

"That's right. Hugh answered the latter question first, and then said, "Your question is so strange, of course, tracking is to confirm the appearance, identity, origin and purpose of the target. ”

Foirth withdrew his left hand, which was holding Hugh's shoulder, and said with a slight smile:

"Since the target is protected by a pretty powerful Extraordinary, it will be difficult for us to track her down in the area of Beckland Bridge, to find her residence, and to figure out her actual identity. Do you want to directly clash with that protector? Although I have help, have you checked the strength of the other party? How sure are you? Will it be dangerous?

"Moreover, as long as a battle breaks out, it will inevitably alarm the target, which is the same as stopping the carriage on the way in advance and questioning you face to face, it will destroy your most essential intentions, and will make Viscount Stafford alert, so as not to get into trouble and give you a chance to make a move. ”

"If you do it, you may fail, and if you don't do it, you will inevitably fail. Hugh stressed that he was aware of the predicament and just wanted to try again, looking for opportunities along the way.

At this moment, the cab had turned at the end of the road and drove into the street, and Forth looked at its back and disappeared, shook his head and smiled:

"No, no, no, what we need to do is think differently!

"We should try to figure out the subject's appearance first, wait until dawn, and then use her appearance to go to the Beckland Bridge area to do routine research and gather information from other sources. ”

"You're very professional...... Hugh said thoughtfully.

"Of course, I've written detectives!" replied Firth without any modesty.

"But how do you find out what the subject looks like without alarming her?" Hugh asked the most crucial question.

Furth took out "Lemanno's Travel Notes" as if he was ready, and said with a smile:

"It's very simple, the 'psychological invisibility' recorded with Miss 'Justice'!"

- "Justice" Audrey, although she did not have the opportunity to use "Lemanno's Travel Notes", was quite curious to rent two or three times, to study the respective roles and characteristics of those extraordinary abilities, and to record some of her extraordinary abilities on them, including the rather practical "psychological invisibility".

As for the question of her true identity, Hugh and Foirth became more and more confirmed, but did not ask them face-to-face or investigate further, which is the most basic respect for the members of the Tarot Society.

Hearing his friend's answer, Hugh's mind brightened, and he instantly had several inspirations.

Furth went on to himself:

"With this page's extraordinary ability, you'll be in the sensory blind spot of the creatures around you, even if you're dangling in front of their eyes, they won't be able to see. This way, you can get on the carriage directly, walk up to the target, look at her face generously and calmly, and remember all the features.

"Hehe, I sometimes think that if someone who uses 'psychological stealth' is too unlucky, he may be trampled to death by a large creature that happens to pass by.

"Well, don't make too much noise, and don't talk to the creatures around you, then you'll draw attention and let the 'psychological invisibility' be lifted automatically. ”

"Hmm!" Hugh nodded, and asked another difficulty, "How do you make it impossible for the target to notice that the carriage door suddenly opens in the middle of the journey?"

Without waiting for Firth to answer, she immediately asked:

"Do you have the extraordinary ability to record 'opening the door'?"

"What do you think?" Firth smiled as he handed his friend the "Lemano Travel Notes" in his hand, and explained which pages of "Psychological Incognito" and "Open the Door" were.

Hugh remembered it and immediately ran quickly along the shadows on both sides of the road, chasing after the taxi carriage from earlier.

It didn't take long for her to see her target, and with a slight flick of her right hand, revealing a yellow-brown page of parchment in the patina note.

With a slight slide of his fingers, Hugh seemed to see countless waves of light emerge on the surface of the deep lake, spreading out in all directions.

When her vision returned to normal, she quickened her pace and quickly reached the side of the moving carriage.

For confirmation, Hugh did not act directly, but took a few big strides and overtook the horses.

She turned as if she were crossing the road, but the coachman did not notice it, neither shouted for a warning nor reined in the horse.

After confirming that the "psychological stealth" was effective, Hugh accelerated, dodged the impact of the horses, and came to the side of the carriage.

After a little observation, she flipped through "Lemanor's Travel Notes", revealing a white piece of paper covered with strange patterns and symbols, and then stretched out her right hand and pressed it against the wall of the compartment.

Her figure suddenly became transparent, appearing inside the carriage.

The woman in the dark cloak was sitting diagonally across from her, looking at Hugh's glass window as if she was thinking about something, but ignoring the bounty hunter who had suddenly entered.

At such a close distance, Hugh could see her face at first glance, even if her cloak was pulled low, not to mention that she was not as cautious as when she walked outside, and her every move seemed rather casual, so that the cloak shrank to the eye level.

In an instant, her appearance caught Hugh's eyes, overlapping with a face that retained its masculine characteristics.

This is the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff".

Hugh's eyes widened, and he blurted out uncontrollably:

"Sherman?"

She could foresee that the woman who frequented the Viscount Stafford Mansion during this time was quite beautiful, but she never imagined that the other party was her friend Sherman, a young man!

A man who can't talk about the beauty of androgynous for a long time has become so beautiful and so feminine!

At this moment, Hugh couldn't help but glance Sherman up and down a few times, completely unable to associate the other party's figure with the young man he originally knew.

If it weren't for the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff" to confirm that the opposite side was Sherman, Hugh would have thought that she had recognized the wrong person, and even so, she now suspected that the opposite was not Sherman, but Sherman's half-father, half-mother, and sister.

Hearing that surprised question, Sherman noticed that there was an unknown person in the carriage, a familiar person.

Bounty hunter Hugh Dilcha!

Now that she has changed her name to Sheman, she is frightened at first, and then instinctively comes up with some of the words that Triss often mentioned:

"Now you can't be touched by former acquaintances.

"Do you want your husband, the one you love, to know what you were like before?

"Only by completely severing ties with the past can you be reborn and saved!"

Similar words quickly flashed in Sheman's mind, and a thought that suddenly appeared in her heart that she was afraid of:

"Kill her!"

The thought was like a devil from the abyss, constantly whispering in Sheman's ear, echoing in her heart:

"Kill her!

"Kill this man who recognizes you!

"Only then can you truly get rid of the past and not lose the present!

"Kill her!"

Sherman didn't answer Hugh's question, and the left hand at his side shook it little by little, very slowly and tremblingly.

Hugh noticed that the other party had strong mood swings, confirmed that this was Sherman, and immediately asked with concern:

"How did you become like this?

"Where have you been during this time, has something happened to you, have you been hurt?"

Sherman's lips twitched a few times, his left fist relaxed a little, and he said in a crying voice:

"I've started a new life, don't bother me anymore, okay?

"I, I don't want to lose everything I have now, I don't want to see people I knew in the past!"

The faster she spoke, the more obvious her pleading became.

Hugh was stunned for a few seconds, stared at Sherman, pursed his lips and said:

"Good ......"

She didn't stop any longer, reached out and opened the window of the carriage, and jumped out in the same posture as before.

Sherman watched the whole process in silence, and finally let out a long breath, slumping in his position as if he had lost all strength.

It was not easy for her to control the devil in her heart.

At this moment, she saw a figure on the other side of the opposite side, quickly outlined, appearing out of thin air.

The figure was wearing a dark and dark old-fashioned dress, but it was not ruined at all The sweet and gentle appearance and temperament were not destroyed at all, and he just sat there, did not speak, and people couldn't take their eyes off.

Triss the Witch!

"Why didn't you kill her?" asked Triss with a smile that didn't look the slightest hint of gloom, as if chatting about what she had drunk last night.

"She, she, is one of the few people who didn't discriminate against me and helped me before......" Sherman replied in fright, then frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Triss smiled and said:

"I'm protecting you. ”

Without waiting for Sherman to respond, she turned to say:

"You seemed to be in a good mood when you came out. ”

Sherman recalled what happened before, and said with a hint of shyness:

"Maybe, maybe, I have a chance to be a mother......"

As she spoke, she touched her stomach with her right hand, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but pull to the sides.

"I feel like he's kicking me, kicking me......" Sherman was suddenly stunned and blurted out in shock, "How can it be so fast?"

She wasn't sure if she would be able to conceive a baby today!

Seeing her reaction, Triss smiled even more charmingly.

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