These days, Mirsa has tried many ways to dig up more, memories of the eerie images in her head.

Meditate with your eyes closed, bang your head against a wall, stick your head in a bucket, and blur your consciousness with suffocation.

The means range from peaceful to extreme, and Mirsa will stop at nothing to get the truth.

However, even if he almost didn't kill himself several times, in the end, he still didn't get anything.

In desperation, he could only change his mind and began to look around for news and seek help from professionals.

Every night, he would stare at the cabin in the woods at Silent Hill, and it would be dawn before anyone would come to change shifts.

After a few hours of sleep and making sure he wasn't being followed, he would find a random bar and eavesdrop on drunks chatting inside.

The bar is full of people, and people are often stimulated by alcohol and will tell some unknown secrets.

Just two days ago, Millsa had heard from a drunkard about the name of the Witch of Ilansol.

He followed the guy out of the bar, and in a place where no one was, he used some small means to get more detailed information.

Elansol, the all-powerful witch, claims to be able to see through the past and the future.

Of course, this is just a legend, and no witch will blatantly live in the eyes of people, unless she has the ability to be reborn from the fire.

So I didn't get much information, except that Ilansol was a Roma and often haunted Coppersmith Street.

Getting this news made Mirsa start to struggle again.

For more than a decade, he had been taught to believe in God and eradicate heresy.

At this moment, if you want to solve the mystery of your life experience, you have to seek the help of 'heresy', in which the contradiction can be imagined, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a subversion of values.

Tangled, unable to solve the problem, after a day of ideological struggle, Mirsa chose the former between herself and God.

A woman with kind eyes, a man who can't see a face, an axe stained with blood......

All of this makes it necessary for Mirsa to get an answer, even if God can't stop it.

Making a choice, he arrives at Coppersmith Street and meets the hard-working Bruce, who has the scene before.

And Bruce, who didn't want to cause trouble, insisted that Ellansol didn't live in Coppersmith Street, and he didn't know who Ellansol was.

In order to get rid of Mirsa and end this dangerous conversation, he even moved out of the name 'Joker', which he had not wanted to mention.

However, it is clear that this set will not have any effect on Mirsa at all.

In his eyes, the 'clown' is really just a clown.

"Your dung truck is full, and it seems that the harvest is good, say, where does Elanthor live, or I promise, you will drown in your harvest."

Mirsa's eyes met Bruce's, and his cold eyes clearly told the other party that he would definitely do what he said.

And at this moment, the two of them are at the corner of the street, and they are usually far away from here unless someone is in a hurry.

Damn, hurry up and get a diarrheal person, or this young man will really kill me!

Bruce roared in his heart, but unfortunately it had no effect, and in the end he could only make a bitter face and say pitifully:

"Please spare me, I have a mother and a child, and they all depend on me for their support. If you kill me, you will kill our family. ”

"So what? If you really think about your family, then tell me where Ilansol lives. ”

Mirsa hadn't decided whether he had actually killed someone, but he didn't mind scaring the other person again.

In an instant, Bruce's expression became even more ugly, and he could only explain:

"No, if you reveal the information of the Witchcraft Queen to outsiders, my mother and child will only die faster."

Queen of Witchcraft, this 'heretic' is not small, I hope she can help me find the answer.

With this in mind, Mirsa continued:

"Don't worry, I promise, no one knows it's you.

Think about it, believe me, you have a chance to live, if you don't believe me, you will definitely die. ”

It's a very strategic threat, people can grow, and after experiencing soul torture, Mirsa is no longer the stupid boy who is big and arrogant.

The doubts in his heart and the mental pressure forced him to become mature and smart.

Bruce is not an outlaw, he wants to live, and judging from the current situation, he can only choose to believe the young man in front of him.

"Well, I'll be honest, I know who Elan Sol is, but, she really doesn't live on this street.

"So where does she live? Answer honestly and don't lie. Mirsa asked.

"It should be somewhere outside the city, I don't know the exact location."

Bruce replied cautiously, and seeing the murderous intent in Millsa's eyes, he quickly continued to explain:

"Really, I didn't lie to you, wherever the carriage arrives, there is home, this is the way of life of our nation."

"What about you? And what about the other Roma on this street? ”

Apparently, Mirsa didn't quite believe the guy's words, and he swung the Roman broadsword in his hand, and shaved off a small piece of the handle of the small wooden cart that was loaded with dung.

This scared Bruce a lot, and it took a while to come to his senses.

"I'm not talking nonsense, the tradition of our nation is like this, it's just that some people choose to change, and some people live according to the traditional way."

He tried his best to explain, but looking at Mirsa's angry expression, he could only grit his teeth and say useful news.

"I don't know where Elansol lives, but I do know that people occasionally go to her for divination.

I tell you, who will go to her for divination, how about you let me go? ”

"Yes, give me my name and address, and I'll go to him for an answer."

Mirsa thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

However, Bruce replied differently:

"I suggest you choose to follow rather than interrogate directly, because then you will probably find nothing."

Bruce will have to work on the streets in the future, and he doesn't want to leave a legacy behind, so he gives a reasonable suggestion.

"I don't have time to ......"

Considering his own situation, Millsa didn't plan to listen to the advice, but looking at Bruce in front of him, he changed his words and said:

"So, you keep an eye on me, find the residence of *** Thor, and I'll give you two gold coins.

If there is no gain in a month, what I said at the beginning will still be valid. ”

"I ......"

"What are you, do you want to feed you two mouthfuls of feces first!?"

Millsa doesn't give Bruce a chance to speak, and he has to be tough enough to get there.

Bruce was helpless, and in the face of the fierce and vicious Millsa, he had no other choice.

"Okay, I'm willing to serve you, but a month may not be enough, can a year be fine?"

"A month and a half, not a day, I will come here often to ask you for news."

Mirsa shook off a sentence and held out the index and middle fingers of her right hand, pointing first at her own eyes and then at Bruce.

The conversation ended in this way, and he thinks that the 'help-seeking' trip has been a good one.