At the police station, Catherine was sitting at her desk, and at this time she was completely uncasual, with her purple hat set aside, and her eyes under brown bangs with a seriousness and coldness. On her desk, there were two documents, one was the extralegal fanatic Graves, which recorded in detail the rules and origins of Graves's activities, far more detailed than Anchen knew, and even more detailed than those in the black market. But she never showed this document to Anchen.

In another document, it was another person who was recorded, and the person on it was the thief Anchen.

"Evidence of the Guilt." Catherine half-leaned back in her chair and muttered. From the time the thieves found her with Jinx, she had no intention of actually cooperating with the thieves, all she wanted was to catch both heroic criminals. The cooperation is just a hoax, she needs the incriminating evidence of two people, and the incriminating evidence of Graves is not very difficult. But Anchen, the thief, is too tricky, and even now, she still hasn't caught any flaws in that person. Even though she knew that the thief was Anchen, there was no way to arrest him and put him in prison. Because there is no evidence.

And now, it is only necessary to find evidence of Graves's guilt and let the thieves go to commit the crime with Graves, then when the time comes, if the fact that the thief is an informant is denied, the two can be arrested together. Because of this, Catherine did not let Anchen participate in the meeting of the task force, nor did she introduce Anchen to anyone. Anchen and her cooperation can only become a hidden fact in the end.

Catherine closed her eyes, she was a policeman, and in her eyes, criminals were always criminals, and they had to be caught, and would not deny the fact that he had committed a crime because of the purpose of his crime.

I'll catch you, definitely.

There is a kind of person who has no identity, no name, no fixed place of activity, who seems to have nothing to do with anyone and is not remembered by anyone. The thief is like that, no one knows where he came from, no one knows where he is going, for people, there is not even a name, it is like appearing and disappearing out of thin air, it is always just a fleeting figure, no one will remember him, people only remember what he has done, what he has committed. But. In fact, the thief has a hero name, not many people know this hero name, and I don't know who gave this name in the first place, it is spread among the civilians who have been rescued by the thief in Picheng, the gift of the night, called the gift of the night. The name comes from the gift that was quietly left behind one night. For those people, it was like the gift of the night that saved them from despair.

Anchen didn't know that from her joining, to going to the black market, to finding Graves, everything was in Catherine's plan, and it was going on in an orderly manner step by step.

Malcolm? Graves was born in the back of a Bilgewater tavern. Abandoned there with him, there was also a bottle of milk mixed with spirits. In a slum run by pirates, he survived his childhood thanks to all the dastardly methods documented in the book. In order to reinvent himself, he secretly boarded the first ship he could sneak into and sailed to the mainland. However, the cold worldliness forced him to survive in the underground societies of various city-states, and to escape when the situation became too dangerous. In an unusually high-stakes card game, he finds himself a rival to Trist. In the final showdown, both of them showed their four aces. For the first time, two crooks meet someone who is on their own foot. As a result, they formed an alliance to scam the chips on the table, and then scuffled with people in the alley. Together, they roam the streets, with increasing gold coins, fraud, and criminal records.

Until one day, he was betrayed by Trist and was captured in Zaun's prison, where he spent several years in prison. When he escaped, he had a severed cigar in his mouth and a huge modified shotgun "Destiny" in his hand, and stepped on the corpse of the jailer on his journey. Find Trist's journey.

"A glass of milk." Graves beckoned to the waiter and sat down at a table with three copper coins placed on the table.

It's an old-fashioned tavern that doesn't do very well in Phi City, with only the occasional drinker sitting here and sipping a simple drink. The waiters in the tavern were also very idle, yawning on the bar with nothing to do. Hearing Graves' words, the waiter was not surprised by the milk that Graves ordered, and seemed to have become accustomed to such a guest. It really should be used to it, this guest will come here almost every day for the past few weeks and have a glass of milk.

Having poured a glass of milk, the waiter walked over, placed it in front of Graves, and took the three copper coins that had been placed on the table.

"Can I sit here?" A neutral voice rang out beside Graves.

Graves raised his head, his eyes moving, and looked at the people around him. It was a man in a black cloak.

"Yes". Graves nodded, looking down and drinking the milk, but his other hand was already on the shotgun on his body. The feeling that person gave him was terrifying, he didn't feel any breath on the other person's body, not even breathing or heartbeat, this feeling made him almost feel that the other party was not a person at all.

Many people are able to control their life activities to achieve the effect of hiding their breath, but that is limited, as long as it is life, it is impossible to have no signs of life. Terrifying coincidence, there really is no sign of life on the person in front of him.

"Don't be so nervous." The man sat lightly across from Graves, placed the three copper coins on the table, and said to the waiter, "A glass of milk." ”

Soon, the waiter put the milk on the table.

He smiled and gently pushed the milk in front of Graves: "I'll invite you for this cup." ”

Graves looked at the other party and let go of the gun in his hand: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"It's nothing." There was a veil on his face under the cloak, so that Graves couldn't see the man's appearance clearly: "I heard that a heroic criminal came to Leather City, so I came to take a look." ”

Silent.

Graves' right hand rested on the table, tapping unhurriedly and slowly, as if thinking about something. Then he picked up the milk and took a sip: "Aren't you yourself?" Thief. ”

"With such a high bounty, I didn't expect you to be in the mood to drink here." Graves said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that I will use you to withdraw money?" ”

"Hey." The man in the shadows chuckled, "I always thought we were peers. ”

"Then what are you looking for me, tell me clearly." Graves said with some impatience and a frown.

"I want to do a big job."

"The wanted case between Catherine and Picheng caused me a lot of trouble, and it was an unforgettable memory. To thank them for their hospitality, I decided to give something back. Do you understand? They also have some deep memories to make. In that case, I'm not enough alone, I need a helper. I think, you know, the Orr Bank, where 60 percent of the gold coins in Pitt City are kept. Yes, that's right, there it is. Tomorrow will still be this place, come to me, if you want. ”

Graves walked down the street, thinking back to the man's words, he really needed money, and it needed quite a few. He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was marked with several places.

Graves thought for a moment, then drew a cross on the Lance auction house, not knowing what it meant.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the butt of the cigarette was lit, and the light of the stars shone in the smoke.

Trist, I'm going to find you soon, let's take another gamble, I'll take my money, my gold and my life.