In the face of Holden's question, Oliver was not surprised at all, but he did not ask the reason, and thought quietly on the spot.

"That's a lot, you mean the Eighth District?"

Oliver gave a somewhat frightening answer, but when he thought about it, it wasn't unusual. After all, the homeless are a group of people who are outside of the daily life of the city, with no identity, no name and no roots, and no one will notice the anomaly if they disappear at any time.

At the beginning, Horden deduced that the mastermind behind the scenes was looking for homeless people, and this was the most important reason.

"You can pick and choose those with names and surnames, as well as those that impress you, not only in the Eighth District, but also in other cities outside of Iwabys. Holden continued his usual composure, and said in a relaxed tone.

After typing in the keyword, Oliver's consciousness immediately became clear, "I remember two cases, one should be in the 12th district, a guy named Mogili Jarrat, very young, it should be about your age, one morning, he was found to have his stomach open and his internal organs were flowing all over the ground, and he died like that. ”

Mojili Jarratt, the name Edgar had just mentioned, went from disappearance to death, so that he could match the number, but Edgar didn't know the follow-up, and now Oliver had completed the puzzle, and more importantly, the way of death made Hoden's brow frown slightly.

"There was another one in Sector 10, where a guy's head exploded, and his brains sprayed all over the wall, but no one knew how. ”

"The guy's name is Tru Repelles, and he's a tall and strong bull, and because he's so strong, the thieves in the neighborhood are afraid of him. Some people suspect that he should have been killed by the enemy, or that there was a psychic person who drew a sword to help him when he saw injustice, and many people applauded. ”

This is another name on Nightingale's death list, and it is obviously not a coincidence, because such a sensational event can always be left by word of mouth.

Officially, these homeless people have no investigative value, and may not even bother to carry out the action of identifying them, but for the public, it is the best gossip after dinner, and Oliver can hear about it, so Nightingale's investigation can find out the exact results.

This is why Nightingale has a "death list" instead of a "missing list".

The above two cases seem to return to Howlen's previous speculation, but Samuel's situation has not been explained by a reasonable explanation.

"Hoden?" Oliver noticed that Hoden's expression was a little distracted, and his words didn't seem to be able to get a response, and he couldn't help but shout cautiously.

For Horden, Oliver's mentality is a little subtle, a little admiration, a little fear, a little gratitude, different emotions are mixed together, which makes his gaze at Horden also become special-

Not only because Hordon helped him find out the truth about his background, but also because of the way Horden dealt with crises many times, which really made Oliver yearn.

"Hoden, what are you investigating? Can I help?" Oliver cautiously revealed a hint of longing at Hoden's gaze.

The corners of Hodden's mouth rose slightly, "You're helping right now." So, is there any other news?"

Realizing that he was helping, Oliver's mood jumped, and he quickly recalled the memories in his mind, and then said two more impressive cases of disappearance, but these two names were not on Nightingale's death list, so it was impossible to determine whether they were related to the banquet.

"That's right!" Oliver remembered a very important detail.

"In the 8th arrondissement, near the 9th arrondissement, there is a homeless house, which provides food and lodging, and many homeless people go there to stop for a while when they are desperate, and their potatoes are full, and there is the occasional gravy as a dipping sauce, which was all the rage, and many homeless people think that it is favored by the goddess Umani. ”

"But in the last six months, there seem to be a lot fewer people going there, and I don't really know what's going on. But if you need it, I can help with an inquiry. ”

Speaking of this, Oliver secretly observed Holden's expression with some apprehension, and said hesitantly, "How is it, is this the news you need?"

Holden raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yes, you have a talent for gathering intelligence. ”

Oliver's expression brightened, but he carefully concealed the emotion between his eyebrows, but he unconsciously puffed up his chest, a little proud.

Then, Hodden pulled out a mint green candy from his pocket, placed it in the palm of his flat palm, and reached for Oliver.

Didn't speak.

Oliver looked at Hoden for some reason, but in those calm eyes, he saw the stars twinkling, releasing warm kindness-

His first instinct was to refuse, and even wanted to slap Horden's palm off, because he always subconsciously believed that the so-called good intentions were all a lie, just an investment to get more returns, but after a moment's hesitation, the violent impulse was suppressed.

Oliver looked into Holden's eyes again, and those eyes still didn't change, and he slowly deepened his right hand and grabbed the candy from Holden's palm.

"You can taste it and see it, there is juice in it. Hodden said with a smile, and after saying that, he also opened a candy and threw it into his mouth.

Oliver could feel the faint temperature of the candy in his palm, and involuntarily, the tightness at the corners of his mouth relaxed.

Hodden didn't stay long at the "Three Cripples" bar, and after enjoying his jasmine tea, he said goodbye to Guzmin and turned away.

In his mind, he was thinking about the situation of the homeless home, but this time, Holden was not prepared to make a preset in advance, because there were too many possibilities involving the situation of the homeless, and there was no way to know whether the homeless home could be connected to what Holden was investigating.

If not, it wouldn't be unusual, but if he could, Hoden would be more interested in the invisible network that did hide behind the wandering homes, tailors' shops, and inspection centers, and to what extent this network had reached, and how many strongholds still existed in the city of Iwabys.

More importantly, how much valid information is hidden in these strongholds?

Between thoughts, Holden's footsteps successfully arrived at the Eighth Jurisdiction Branch of the Security Force, and when he arrived at the front desk, he saw the "sloth" again, even more lazy and sluggish than Holden, and his every move was interpreting the performance art of "slowing down".

Footsteps arrived at the front desk, waited for a long time and still couldn't wait for any sound, but this time Hoden had experience, he was not in a hurry, so he stood quietly at the front desk, quietly looking at the sloth whose eyes could not be opened, and so patiently and carefully observing his every move ten times slower.

This can also be considered an art. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens