Bella opens the back door of the sedan and lets the Beckettes into the car.

Mrs. Bettle hugged Bella's waist for a moment, an action that was too intimate and possessive for the average master-hire relationship. Andrew saw Bella's head shake before closing the car door. She walked over to Andrew from the side of the car.

"Get out of here. She whispered. "I don't want to offend my boss. “

Andrew reached for her hand and held her hand in Andrew's hand, pretending to say goodbye to his old friend. Andrew pressed his business card between the palms of her hands. "This is my business card. If you think of something else, please give me a call, okay?"

She turned away without answering, but she snuck her business card into her pocket before getting into the car.

As the car drove away, Mrs. Beckett's dead eyes looked at Andrew from behind the window. Andrew's demons smelled the breath of the same kind--- it was great, they were quiet for a second, a demon walking in the world--- as Andrew just said, she really looks really gloomy.

Andrew walked towards the airport. As soon as you pass by, the displays that show flight information are all spent. Andrew walked into a café inside the airport, sat down and ordered a cup of coffee.

Andrew took a sip of his coffee and gathered his thoughts. Now Andrew has two things to worry about. The most important thing is to find out who killed Bourne's thugs and students from the Far East. Andrew has to find the killer before more corpses emerge, or the undercover enemy will take advantage of this opportunity.

Also, while Andrew is searching for the killer, Andrew has to find a way to do something really useful. None of the tourist attractions tonight Andrew wants to go to, and have no effect on Andrew's experiments and magical advancements - you know, these things don't help Andrew become a demigod other than wasting his time and making others think he's useful.

Andrew can also go to work on the case of Monica's missing husband. Andrew felt like he was close to closing the case, but there was nothing wrong with being able to fully figure it out. Andrew could take a moment to check and use up the hours that the deposit had bought out, and if he could find some other clues, Hermione would thank him. The idea appealed to Andrew more than studying the dark arts.

In this case, Andrew can follow the vampire's clues to Andrew. Someone called for pizza that night at the Tower of London, which had become a lake of fire, and if possible, it was time to talk to Mr. Pizza.

Andrew left the coffee shop and walked to the public phone booth and dialed the number desk. There was only one pizzeria near the Tower of London that had delivery, and Andrew called it when he asked for the number.

"Express pizza. Said a guy with food in his mouth. "What do you want?"

"Hi, there. Andrew said. "I don't know if I can trouble you. I'm looking for a driver who delivers pizza to an address on Wednesday night. Andrew told him the address and asked him if Andrew could talk to the driver.

"Another one. He snorted. "Of course, please wait a minute. Jack had just returned from a delivery. The voice on the other end of the line was calling for another person, and after a while, a young man in a mid-tone voice answered the phone in a suspicious tone.

"--Hello?"

"Hi. Andrew replied. "You're the one who delivers pizza to--"

"Please. He said irritated and nervous. "I said I'm sorry and it won't happen again. “

Andrew was surprised for a moment, and his body lost its balance. "Sorry for what?"

"Oh my God. He said. Andrew heard him walk through a room with music and loud voices in the background, and then suddenly there was silence as if he had walked to another room and closed the door. "Please. He said, half-grumbling. "I told you I wouldn't say anything to anyone. I'm just looking. You can't blame me, can you? What can I do when no one answers?" he said in the middle of his speech. "It's a great party, but that's your business anyway, right? “

Andrew struggled to keep up with the imp's words. "Jack, what exactly did you see?" Andrew asked him.

"I didn't even see my face. He assured Andrew that his voice sounded more nervous. He let out a disturbed laugh as he tried to joke. "There's something better than a face, right? I mean, I don't care what you're doing in the house, I don't care what your friends are doing? Don't worry about me, I won't give away half a word. Next time I'll put the pizza down and get out, okay?"

Friends "guys", plural, good. That little imp was really nervous. Eighty percent of him saw something very eye-catching. But I want to know that he's hiding something from my ass, and I don't want people to know.

"What else?" Andrew asked him, trying to keep a gentle, modest. "What else do you see, what is it?"

"It's none of my business. He said right away. "It's none of my business. Please, I can't use the line, this phone is for taking orders. It's Friday night and we're as busy as dogs. “

"And, there's--" Andrew took each word apart, word by word. "--What?"

"Oh,. He exhaled, his voice shaking. "Come on, I'm not on the same road as that guy, I don't know him at all. I didn't tell him you guys were in it***. It's true. God, sir, I don't want to get in trouble. “

Philip seems to know how to throw a party – or how to scare his little sister. "One more question, I'll let you go. Andrew told him. "Who are you seeing? Tell me. “

"I don't know. I don't know him, I don't recognize who he is. Somebody with a camera, that's all. I ran to the back of the house to try the back door, I climbed onto the balcony and I saw inside. I didn't watch it all the time. But the others were there, all dressed in black, taking pictures with that camera. He paused, as if someone was knocking on the door he had just closed. "Oh my God, sir, I've got to go. I don't know you, I don't know anything. There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and he hung up the phone.

Andrew hung up the phone and strolled back to George's scooter. On the way back to Andrew's apartment, Andrew sorted out some details of the news he had just gotten.

There was another person who also dialed the delivery pizza, apparently before Andrew. Another person also asked the pizza imp, who is it?

Oops, Philip, of course it's him. He's going to track down those who have news of him, and those who know he might be haunting the lakeside mansion. Monica's husband had a gala over there that night. Maybe he was drunk, or maybe one of his guests was drunk and ordered pizza – so Philip was going to die now.

This meant that Philip knew that someone was looking for him. Bastard, as far as Andrew knew, he had already been to the house when Andrew went to the lake last night. This makes things even more interesting. A missing man who doesn't want to be found can become dangerous if he is probed.

And that photographer. Andrew, who rummaged through his coat pocket, found the cylindrical box of plastic negatives, which in any case explains where the box came from. But why would anyone hide there and secretly take pictures of Philip and his friends?

It could be that Monica found another private investigator and didn't let Andrew know, or maybe a neighbor had a desire to secretly take pictures. It's hard to tell the truth. There are more secrets.

Andrew pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine, and settled the score for tonight. Team Enigma: A lot of points, Team Andrew: A close second.

In Monica's case, Andrew has now discovered that her husband has thrown a crazy party at the lakeside house after losing his job, and is doing everything he can to keep it from being discovered, which may be an advanced version of male menopausal disorder.

Monica wasn't like a woman who could accept such things with a tolerant heart - if Andrew told her the truth, she would probably close her eyes and call Andrew a liar.

It's at least worth looking into a little more - Andrew could have spent a few more hours on the case so he could make some more money before Andrew gets her bills. However, Andrew still doesn't quite understand the ins and outs of the matter.

The vampire's clues to Bella Randall have reached a dead end. Andrew had only more questions to ask Miss Randall, and she refused to open up as much as she did on a Sunday bank. Andrew didn't have any strong evidence to give Hermione to follow. Damn it.

Looks like Andrew still has to do that research. Perhaps Andrew will find some useful information from it, some clues that can help Andrew and the police find the murderer.

If only Andrew could make his wishes come true. Andrew still has to give it a try, though.

Andrew left the car and walked to the apartment, ready to get back to work.

The fire in Andrew's eyes was fleeting, and he thought about it for a second, then continued walking.

He was waiting for Andrew from behind a trash can by the stairs leading down to the front door of Andrew's apartment, and after a blow hit Andrew's ear, Andrew fell to the bottom of the stairs with his head and feet, and he couldn't wake up. Andrew heard his footsteps, but couldn't move, and he walked down the stairs towards Andrew.

Expected. Looks like Andrew will save a little bit of effort.

Andrew felt his foot behind Andrew's neck and felt him lift the bat, which then whistled down on Andrew's head and slammed into it.

It's just that instead of Andrew's immobile head, the batstick hit the concrete floor next to Andrew's face, right next to Andrew's eyes.

"Lee, listen to me. Said Andrew's attacker. His voice was rough, low, and deliberately hoarse. "Your curiosity is high, don't meddle with it. You also have a big mouth, so don't talk to people you don't need to talk to, or we'll shut you up. He paused, much as the movie described, and added, "Shut up forever." “

The sound of his footsteps faded up the stairs.

Before he could turn the stairs, a gray mass flew out of Andrew's wand, landed quickly behind his back, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Took the initiative to send it to the door, but I don't know if it's the person over there, if it's a vampire, it's too child's play, she should know that an ordinary person can't do any harm to me, but it will make me double my revenge, then there is only that ......"

Andrew didn't take any damage at all, and if Andrew hadn't controlled it in time, the passive magic on his body would have been activated immediately, and he would have been directly knocked away by this sneak attacker.

Now that the suspect has attacked himself, it means that Andrew is about to get to the heart of the matter. Andrew returned to the apartment, there was no one at home, and it seemed that they were all busy. He stood up and lit a fire in the magic fireplace, then sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace, made himself tea, and took the cookies that Luna had left behind.

He took a bite of Luna's own baked biscuits, which tasted good, and tried to think about it, trying to sort out some clues: Was Andrew's actions tonight triggering this warning? Who would want to threaten Andrew? What were they afraid of Andrew finding? And most importantly, what was Andrew going to do next?

Presumably Andrew was seen talking to Bella Randall. It's more likely that Andrew was seen haunting the vampire's mansion and asking questions. It wasn't really a flashy car, but it was hard to get people out on the wrong track. Who has a reason to spy on Andrew?

Heck, could it be that Bourne has been sending people to follow Andrew, so that he can get the word to Andrew, who has said that Andrew wants to take care of Bourne's murder. He did follow Andrew, and this was another reminder from the mob boss. This kind of thing is the style of gangsters.

Andrew thought about other possibilities again, but he didn't have a clue, he took out his poplar wand and waved it at the air a few times, and the gray mist quickly turned into a three-dimensional decolorization picture, it seemed to be an alley, there were too many alleys like this in London, and Andrew couldn't tell where it was at all.

The magic was so strange that the sneak attacker didn't know that he had been arranged by Andrew, and he was fleeing quickly. Unfortunately, he didn't know who his enemies were, or what exactly a wizard could do.

For some obvious reasons, Andrew also had a pistol in his collection, and Andrew took the pistol known as the Desert Serpent out of the drawer, lifted the cloth covering it, and checked that the bullets were loaded--- of course, it was more concealed to use Avada Kill or some other deadly spell, but for a Ministry of Magic law enforcement officer, sometimes killing people with Muggle means might be more subtle.

Regardless of the murder for now--- even without the Desert Serpent or Wand, the Doomsday Warrior has at least a hundred ways to make people die without knowing it, but that doesn't help Andrew spy on the truth he wants to know. Once again, Andrew wished he could use the Regent Mind, so he could really save a lot of trouble.