With a bag of papers in hand, Donald walked down the street.

Marcelo Blaise is a man of practical work, he is paid, and despite the heavy workload of his main job, he still meticulously sorts out the special events that happened some time ago.

From June 13 to June 22, in nine days, there may be no less than dozens of large and small cases in Pston, but there are not many cases that can really be called special and important.

According to what is known so far, there were 3 people who participated in the mission at that time, including Donald, and now that they are all dead, they are undoubtedly successful.

Otherwise, there will be no "reward".

It must not have been murder, for there were more specialized people in this area, and after coming into contact with Oguf, Donald was convinced of it.

His eyes eventually stayed on the Pston City Library fire.

What's special about this case is that the location of the fire inside the library is very strange, it was actually a bookshelf fire, or multiple places!

You must know that a place like a library, where a large number of books are piled up, pays the most attention to fire safety, not to mention the shelves full of paper books.

And the purpose of the perpetrators is also unpredictable, the Pston Municipal Library is open to the whole city, and only a nominal fee of 1 pence per person is charged for the repair of items and the sorting of books.

To grab money, take a knife and go directly to the front desk, and at most a few gold pounds, it is better to grab the roadside grocery store.

Killing people, burning bookshelves What's the matter? The smoke emitted from the burning of books emptied the entire library in ten minutes.

Subsequent on-site investigation also proved that no one was injured.

It may seem like a complete failure, but what if the fire was just a cover-up?

The arsonist actually had other things to do in the Pston City Library, but the matter had to be kept secret, so he forcibly evicted everyone present for a short time by setting fire to it.

Draw everyone's eyes to the fire, and then destroy the traces through the fire.

That's what you were doing at the time?

Donald can't remember what role he played in it.

"Mr. Grant, are you home so late?"

At the door of the library on the street corner, Charles Antoine greeted Donald with a broom and dustpan in his hand.

"Yes, working for someone else, and the boss says to work overtime, then it must be overtime, is Mr. Kane at home?"

Stopping, Donald pondered whether to tell them about last night.

"Yes, but he is already upstairs, he is too old to work, and when he closes at 8 o'clock every day, he goes back upstairs to read. ”

"Thank you for helping me, the quality of the tea is very good, refreshing, it helps me a lot!"

The second half of the sentence was deliberately raised in tone, and he noticed that the light was on in the window on the second floor of the bookstore near the street, and he thought that maybe he could hear it in his room.

"Haha, that's good, if you have time in the future, it's always good to come to the store often and chat with multiple people. ”

"I'll come to the door again, goodbye. ”

I didn't choose to enter the bookstore at this time, although it might be more conducive to communication at this time.

Donald had some scruples.

Infinita said they had been unmonitoring her since two months ago.

Donald didn't dare to guarantee whether this was true or not.

Even if Infinita really doesn't seem to know about going to the underground market recently, she doesn't know about translating the lost slate.

At the moment, the bookstore father and son are likely to be the key to breaking the game for him, and Donald will not use this kind of thing to test it, and run to the bookstore at night, which is too eye-catching.

"Goodbye. ”

When Donald was gone, Charles Antoine put away his cleaning tools and entered the door and leaned them against the wall.

There is no dust or garbage in it.

Turn off the kerosene lamp in the store and go straight upstairs.

"It's time for the tea to be delivered, and it's time for Mr. Grant to drink it. ”

Cann sat by the window, a small round table, two wooden chairs facing each other, and two cups of tea already brewed.

"The common trick of the church, dream inquirer, is really a nostalgic term, I don't know who discovered this formula at the beginning, but it has hurt a lot of people, fortunately, there are a lot of smart people on our side, and the tea recipe was made a few years ago, otherwise you have to try your best to enter the power level?"

Charles took a sip of tea, let out a pleasant whisper, and then said to Kann with some emotion.

"Don't you know, whether it's the Dream Agent or this tea recipe, it's from the same person, that person is known as the Master of Pharmacy in our circle, do you know what his talent is?"

Shaking the teacup, Kane seemed to recall: "Can you imagine a person who only needs to look at the herb to know its age, its effect, and how much to put in the potion to achieve perfection and completely activate the medicinal properties......?" Fantastic. ”

"It's really powerful, so why did he develop a dream agent for the church? Isn't he afraid that the church will use it on him in turn and ask all those precious formulas?"

This kind of support talent doesn't seem to be helpful in battle, and the two people sitting at the table now naturally don't have that narrow vision.

"How is it possible, how important this kind of person is, we all know in our hearts, who can guarantee that he will not use drugs in the future? He has many friends, not only the people in our circle, the heretical organization, the church...... They all value him, and major organizations are trying to win him over. ”

"You still haven't said why he developed the dream inquirer. ”

"Because he just wants to help the churches maintain social order, that guy is a kind person. ”

Cann Antoine's hand clenched the teacup, his fingers were hot and red, but he still didn't let go.

"Then why did he make this tea again, inconsistent, did he find the dream agent too dangerous, so he wanted to remedy it?"

"No, no, no, he never felt that it was dangerous, he thought that people like us should be restrained and didn't do anything bad, so how could he worry about being investigated?"

"Hmph, then he also gave this recipe to the church?"

Charles was noncommittal about the man's actions.

"To us. ”

"Didn't you say he didn't think he was at fault, why did he take the initiative to configure this formula and give it to us people?"

"Because we gave him a reason he couldn't refuse. ”

Blowing the foam off the tea, Cane glanced at Charles.

The hot tea enters the throat and exhales the white air comfortably.

"Haha~ It's kind of interesting. ”

Charles burst out laughing thoughtfully.