The West District is a newly built area, which has not been taken seriously before, and even now it has the worst security of all the districts, not one of them.........

I don't know what whims this kid has, and he actually wants to go there to investigate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI've lost Lavis, and I don't have much investigative ability, so how much can his presence help me......

Thankfully, Sam didn't come to my house today, so he didn't have to go into trouble with Rick.

We came to a very lively place, where the landscape is bustling and the people are buzzing. What followed was not serenity, but a strange feeling, and the young lady at the door of several of them exuded a foul smell, which was mixed with perfume and something. Perfume is clearly not enough to cover up the traces of drug erosion.

Rick worked as a tour guide here, shaking his proud notebook, and the road was quite noisy: "This street was originally very poor, but then Mr. Gallallo proposed to build it, and I remember that it was funded by a team called 'Durandot'. ”

"Durandot?" I had heard the name in Lishing's mouth, and I didn't pay attention to it at the time.

"Don't you know?" The noisy atmosphere around him stifled his volume.

"If you tell me the name of the regiment leader, I'll probably know."

"He's like Jason Bridget. It took me a lot of effort to investigate him. "He didn't look like he was in a bit of a difficult position.

Jason, I haven't given up on being wary of this man since I knew him. If he can easily infiltrate the Self-Defense Forces, it's time for me to give him an important mark.

It seems that walking and walking we have reached a place that is very much like a nightclub. There were a few sturdy men at the door, none of them armed with guns, and they had a controlled weapon stuck in their waists.

Rick pointed at them angrily, his face full of displeasure: "It's these guys, they stopped me with one hand, anyway, I'm also a guest who wants to go in, right?" ”

I gave him a blank look: "Who would want a person with a notebook, dressed in a formal suit, who looks like a serious 800 people wandering around?" Maybe you're going to check on their people. ”

Rick chuckled dryly, and whispered to me in a serious posture, "I was here to investigate things. ”

Seeing that he didn't have any posture to confess to me, I didn't ask him, and I didn't threaten him to keep my agreement with him again. I stepped forward first, and the security guards stopped me: "Please show me your identity." ”

There's nothing wrong with my identity, and even if you don't know who I am, it won't stop me, but for some reason it still takes a lot of time with Rick.

In the clubhouse, young girls of all skin tones and hair colors expose their immature skin to the dirty air. These are girls from outside, and this is probably the reason why they were able to build such a street.

I was tired of driving the air here: "The smell of alcohol, perfume, sweat and other secretions is disgusting. ”

Rick was surprised, "Your nose is so sensitive. I thought people like you had come across this kind of place before coming to Dream City. ”

"Since I was a child, my upbringing has been very sound, and following my parents' ears and eyes, I rejected this kind of place in my heart." To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen myself, and I'm really walking in here.

"So you're an honor student, aren't you?" Rick fetches two glasses of red wine from the front desk.

The bright red in the glass swayed, and the round hanging cup was clear in the light. The restlessness of the music stimulates the periosteum and disturbs the human mind.

"It's really messy here." I really hate it.

"Isn't that what the 'Night Judge' said? Disobedience, intolerance, restlessness'? Rick was pleasant, he picked up the quilt and shook it gently, leaning back in his chair and admiring the chaos of the discotheque.

"That's not right." I vetoed it.

"Oh? How? He asked casually, but I never thought it was a trap!

"Disobedience is disobedience to the choices that others leave to you. Intolerance is injustice and intolerance of everything. Restlessness is to abandon timidity and normalcy, and ignite blood and passion to struggle. ”

He smiled and leaned back: "Hahaha! It's amazing! Mr. 'Judge of the Night', you really mean what you say. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything: "I have written down what you said." ”

A chill ran down my back, a cool air up my spine. I guess my frozen expression must have been very ugly, maybe I had betrayed me without saying anything.

"You....... Say what? "I think it's too fast! How did he know I was!?

'I said!' Sir, the arbiter of the night, you speak fantastically. ”

He repeated the phrase again. My mind was completely confused, how the hell did he know? Do you need to use it.......

One of my hands was already gripping the handle of the gun, everything around me was no longer important, and there was only one person left in my eyes, and that was the man in front of me. The man with a weird smile on his lips had his fingers obediently pulling the trigger, and he only needed to lift it up and press it down to make him disappear.

"Wait, sir, don't you want to ask me how I know?"

He's nervous, and even then I won't waver. The witch was taken out of the table by me in just a second, and he had nowhere to escape when he was locked at gunpoint.

He seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and the original hippie smiling side disappeared in exchange for a serious and dignified side. He knew that I would pull the trigger as soon as he spoke, and his choice was beyond my expectations when no one was pointing at him.

"I called you here for that young lady named Misty Hide."

I had pressed my finger down, but at the moment when I was about to shoot the bullet, time regressed, and my finger miraculously retracted, and the gun and my person seemed to freeze.

"Say it." I was silent for a long time before I reflected. Time seemed to continue to flow, and I finally put away my gun, still ignoring the gaze of anyone around me.

He glanced at the entrance and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. I noticed that his hair looked like it had just been drenched in a rainstorm, and he didn't expect me to do it irrationally. Contrary! This is my rational decision, a terrible person like him doesn't need any reason, and killing him is the most correct choice.

His throat rolled, "Yesterday when I investigated this man Jason, I found out that he sent Miss Fog a letter, and I heard from Jason's staff that he wanted her to come here. ”

"And why are you looking for me?" I don't think he said it clearly enough.

"I've heard countless people understand those nine words, but you are the only one who says them correctly. Whether it's reaching out or speaking in a tone, only you are closer. So it's no longer an inference, I'm sure you're the 'arbiter of the night' and more importantly you're the arbiter. I don't think the name is a blind one, and the verdict can only be handed down if there is evidence. People who understand what this means have supported you, and if you make a move this time, I don't think the society will change your opinion of you, and it will be a big step towards your ultimate success. ”

To be continued.......... (To be continued.) )