Hazard chewed a piece of smoking cessation candy in his mouth and squeezed out of the crowd.

He wears a peaked cap, a white shirt, a small yellow waistcoat, a bow tie at the collar of the shirt, a pair of black breeches underneath, high riding boots on his feet, and a magic stone camera on his chest.

He was in his early thirties, with long, curly hair, and a melancholy look in his eyes, full of art.

With a slightly sallow complexion and heavy bags under his eyes, it is inevitable that people feel that he has no energy, as if he has been trapped by tiredness and can't break free, and he always hasn't rested enough.

He was a reporter for the Reims Evening News.

As a journalist, it is the norm to leave early and return late, or go out late and return early, and once there is any breaking news, even in the middle of the night, he must immediately get up and rush to the scene.

The sales of newspapers are all in content, and where the content comes from, it depends on the legs of their reporters.

One step fast, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time!

News is time-sensitive, if the news content of the newspaper is always behind other newspapers, as time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer people who buy newspapers, and newspaper sales will plummet, making ends meet, which will reduce labor and save money.

It's a vicious circle.

Therefore, whether a newspaper is good or not, the reporter is the key.

Hazard is an excellent journalist, especially in the port area, basically, the news that happens in the port area is often the first time he collects, this is because he was born in the port area, lived here for more than 20 years, until the year before last when he saved enough money, then moved out of the mixed port area, and lived in the central district, where the environment is beautiful and the security is guaranteed.

However, his network is still in the port area.

In the port area, he has a lot of informants, and if there is any emergency, he will immediately come to inform him.

A few minutes ago, there was a vision from the sky on this side of the warehouse, the sky was clear everywhere, the sun was shining, but here it was full of dark clouds, a violent storm, and this violent storm was only in a certain place, within a kilometer radius of this storage area.

No matter what the world, there are many boring idlers.

Driven by curiosity, people flocked to the warehouse and stopped at the warehouse gate.

At the gate, there are patrol officers who have set up a cordon, pulling a long rope, not allowing people to enter, and the patrol guards standing at the gate are all fully armed, wielding short swords with scabbards, it seems that if someone does not know each other and has to break in, they will also kill the killer.

Actually, Hazard didn't come for this celestial phenomenon.

Of course, this celestial phenomenon is also a kind of surprise, and he has just taken a special photo to record this strange scene very clearly.

He's here for homicide.

He has several informants in the police station in the port area, including childhood friends and informants with purely financial connections, and if any murder occurs, the other party will definitely notify him first.

Yesterday, more than a dozen patrol officers were brought here by Trim, and one of them was his friend.

Johnny had warned Trim not to leak the news, so Trim also warned his men not to leak the information about the murder, and if he knew anyone who had disobeyed the order, he would not give him good fruit to eat.

Of course, warnings are warnings, but it's another thing to listen to them.

Before noon, in between lunches, Azar's patrol friend passed the message to an acquaintance, asking him to tell Hazard that there was a big incident in the storage area.

The man tossed and turned for a while before informing Hazard.

When Hazard arrived here, the celestial phenomenon at the time of the activation of the circle attracted many idlers, and it took him a lot of effort to squeeze out of the crowd and come to the cordon.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Hazard couldn't help but speed up the pace of chewing candy, his eyes rolling in his sockets, and his gaze fell on the warehouse door, where his best friend was standing in full gear.

In sight, the friend and a couple of patrolmen trotted toward him.

Soon, they were in front of Hazard.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

There were police officers waving batons and shouting insults.

The crowd retreated in a panic, squeezing and trampling on each other, screaming and scolding.

Hazard stepped back as well, and greeted his friend, who shook his head slightly, and he didn't greet him, but obediently withdrew some distance.

There were patrolmen blocking the crowd, and there were patrolmen pulling the ropes.

After that, a black carriage galloped out of the warehouse.

The driver was a red-haired teenager with his head bowed and a face covered with a face veil, and although Hazard tried to look over, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but Hazard didn't give up and still stared at the carriage.

As a journalist, he has a very strong intuition.

His instincts told him that the black carriage must be extraordinary.

Every journalist has an instinct to seek the truth and a strong curiosity, and Hazard is no exception, his gaze falls on the small open window in the carriage, behind which the curtain is drawn, and his gaze moves with the window as if it can penetrate the curtain.

The carriage galloped in front of him.

The curtains moved, and someone peeked out behind the window.

It was a teenager, a teenager with black hair and black eyes and clear eyebrows.

The eyes of the boy and Hazard collided in midair, with indifference, as if they were outside the world, and then, the curtain was drawn, and the boy's face disappeared behind the curtain.

Who?

Who's this?

Hazard had doubts in his mind.

The carriage left, the cordon was re-raised, and Hazard's friend walked up to him.

"Get out of the way!"

His friend drank him, then pushed him.

In the push, he placed a note in Hazard's pocket.

"Phew"

An indignant Hazard spat on the ground, spit out the smoking cessation candy in his mouth, and turned to leave.

Soon, he squeezed his way out of the crowd and walked away quickly, turning into another street, and then he pulled out the note.

The friend should have been in a hurry, and the handwriting was a little blurry, but Hazard could still see it clearly, and after reading it, he immediately tore off the note, tore it into powder, and threw away some of it after walking a few steps, and finally, threw it all away.

The note read: Ten deceased, lame Wade, took over the case.

Lame Wade ......

Hazard pursed his lips, his face looking even more sallow.

He stood in the street, whistling and beckoning into the distance, and soon a cab came to him.

Hurriedly got into the car, and the carriage quickly left.

Dozens of minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of a small building.

There is a signboard hanging in front of the small building, Xi'en Pawn Shop.

It was still in the port district, far from the evening newspaper office of Reims in the central district, and Hazard got out of the carriage and walked briskly into the small building, where he stood at a large gate, and he knocked on the door, two short and three long.

The small window on the door opened, and someone glanced at him.

After that, the door opened.