Distraught, Ed drove around the streets of Belvedere a few more times. He didn't know it before, but after buying the car, he found that the aimless drive was very helpful for his brain. And now his brain is in dire need of thought.

But with the situation in his hands now, no amount of thought was meaningful. There is no way, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. Just as it was getting dark, he drove back to the hotel.

Ed's temporary hotel is one of the best hotels in the Belvedere business district, with comfortable rooms, high floors and a large, scary parking lot. Ed drove the car forward, inserted it into the parking space using the technology he had only recently become more proficient in, then got out of the car and locked it with his keys. He walked all the way out of the parking lot, feeling like he was walking in a huge plate of sunflowers, and every tin truck around him could take it into his mouth and rattle out of it.

He had only taken two steps away when Ed suddenly stopped and turned his head sharply to look to the side. He wasn't sure what he was seeing, but after a closer look he was sure he wasn't wrong.

With a sigh of relief, Ed rubbed his face, physically controlling his expression. Then he glanced up at the hotel building. The building looks like a skyrocketing lollipop. It's good, Ed loves lollipops, chewing on them crunchy in his mouth.

Muttering something in his mouth, Ed lowered his head again. He walked out of the parking lot, walked into the hotel, said hello to the front desk staff, and drove upstairs. He went all the way to the door of his room, reached out and knocked on the door, and the electronic key in his pocket seemed to have been forgotten by him in the mezzanine of the coffee table under the coffee cup of the orphanage director.

Knock on the door of your own room and listen to the knock of your knuckles on the door. It seemed silly, but the door was then opened from the inside. A woman opened the door.

This is a very neat and neat-looking woman, with sharp eyes and a black outfit, black from head to toe, black shirt, black pants, and black women's leather boots. She has short, neat shoulder-length hair, and her bangs are tucked to the side with an invisible hairpin, revealing most of her forehead. She looked at Ed as if she were looking at a mermaid with a dead elephant on her back.

"Knock on the door?" She spoke, with a deliberate weirdness in her tone, "Ha, knock on the door? ”

"If someone opens the door, why not." Ed said with a straight look, trying his best to imitate the dead face of the dead man during the day, "I opened it with the key." ”

Marcy laughed and tilted her head at one side of her mouth. "How do you know?"

"I saw your car down there."

"Damn. I should have stuffed it in the fridge. Marcy held her forehead and sighed exaggeratedly, then looked up at Ed, "How did you know I was going to go straight into your room?" ”

"You're here to tell me this?"

"Of course not. There is business. Very anxious business. ”

"I thought of it." Ed nodded, "So that's the answer." ”

"......" Marcy stared at Ed for a long time, and after noticing that she couldn't see a husky coming from his face, she rolled her eyelids upwards, turned into the house, and stretched out her hand to greet Ed, "Come in quickly." ”

Ed followed him into the house. He felt strange, it was his room, but it was as if he was entering the girls' bathhouse.

Marcy sat in the living room of the hotel room and waited for him. The hostel is a good hostel, the rooms are not big and not too small, and the living room can accommodate four gray-haired gamblers sitting together and playing a bubble machine for a day. Ed took off his coat and hung it on a clothes rack by the doorway, and sat down across from Marcy. Marcy pushed Ed over the special data processing board that her father-in-office detective used for her.

"You can't imagine what I've found." Marcy watched Ed pick up the data board and check the relevant information she had called up for him, and said in a serious and deep voice, "This is so interesting that I can't sit at home anymore. I almost took the risk of eating pudding with my friends from the Department of Transportation, and I rushed over as fast as I could in the night. I know you can't handle the situation this time if you're alone. ”

“……”

Ed didn't speak, and he didn't pay attention to Marcy. He didn't seem to hear the hard words of Miss Detective, and his mind was completely absorbed by what he saw.

The data Marcy showed him was a record, a piece of information that was clearly narrowed down to some standard. The adoption record of the Belvedere Shepherd's Orphanage in the 7th administrative district of Stuttgarr begins with 18 years ago. At that time, Dean Emily had only taken over the orphanage for two years, and that period was also the most difficult time for the orphanage. Because of the damn war, they have more mouths to raise, but fewer spoons to feed them.

Eighteen years has been a huge number of children adopted and adopted in orphanages, but now Marcy has only a few dozen records listed on the data processing board, representing dozens of adopted children. And all of these children have one creepy thing in common – their whereabouts are unknown.

"I woke up a friend of mine in the department — it took about five minutes — and he woke up upset, but he looked up what I wanted him to look up. Then he told me that he didn't know whether to be excited or scary or want to have a high-intensity triathlon right away. Marcy stared at Ed, "There are a lot of children who have had an accident after being adopted, but at least there is a reasonable explanation. But these missing children, it seems, were inexplicably never heard from for some time after they were adopted. And there is also no news, as well as the adoptive parents who adopted them.

I whipped my friend a few times in the back, and after waging his tail like a windmill after all sorts of damned adults who had nothing in common, he finally found that none of them stood up to scrutiny. His experience had taught him that all of those people's identities could have been faked, and this was what puzzled him the most, because if the hospital had been a little more careful, it would have been difficult to find out these problems at all. Unless they didn't check it at all, or deliberately didn't look at it. ”

"It's like 'Mr. Orin.'" Ed frowned and licked his lips.

"And this Mr. Orin – Gerald – is a gangster. It's a low-level soldier of the gang. Marcy took a breath and leaned back in her chair, clasping her hands over her chest, "Combine all of that, Ed, I think we might hit the jackpot this time." ”

"Shepherd's Orphanage," Edmore rubbed his chin and turned cold as a piece of frozen cheese, "that Dean Emily, who had been secretly selling children with the gangsters for eighteen years. ”

He understands perfectly. What Marcy was talking about. He himself thinks the same thing.

"When I realized that, I couldn't sit still." Marcy sighed and closed her eyes, "I've learned about this kind of business, and I know where the children who are secretly sold may go. Boys are more likely to be animals or test subjects for illegal experiments, while girls are ......"

"To sum up, their fate is basically without exception."

Ed said, his eyes looking at a picture on Marcy's data board in his hand. They were all children under the age of seven or eight, some male and some female, some looking very shy, some smiling like marmots. But without exception, their eyes overflowed with unconcealed joy, and they were happy that they were about to have a real family.

He stopped at one of the photos. There are two people and two children in the photo, and it seems that they are a pair of siblings. The two were the eldest of all the children, the girls were at least ten years old, and the boys were a little more tender, and the girls were wrapped around their necks from behind, and their smiling faces were pressed together. Ed looked at the two of them more attentively.

"How's Gerald?" Marcy suddenly spoke up, interrupting Ed's thoughts.

Ed looked up at Marcy. "Dead." He said, frowning unrelieved, "I'm a step late." The wolf has made him a bed of art. ”

"Poor man."

"What?"

"I'm talking Gerald." Marcy looked at Ed, "Maybe he didn't even know that when he was sent on this mission, he was already doomed to have no future. If our assumptions are correct, then the reason why all the low-level soldiers of the gang who have performed the same tasks as Gerald in the previous eighteen years have not been heard from is because they have been cleared by their own gangs. This is the usual practice of the gang, and they never leave any traces of evidence in their work. It is precisely because of this that it is always difficult for the judiciary to grasp the handle against them. ”

“…… Chessman. Ed was silent and sighed. He now understood what the wolf meant by what he had said before.

"So," Marcy exhaled, slammed her fingers on her knees and adjusted her sitting position, "Considering what we've found out now and the commission that Dean Elle has entrusted you, the current situation is that when the orphanage was working with the gang to deal with children, this guy called Wild Wolf came in and took away the child named Barry who was the cargo in advance, and judging from what he was able to do and what he did afterwards, although it is not yet possible to determine his purpose, he must be a person who knows the relevant insider." The orphanage and the gangsters want to get everything back on track, but they don't want to alarm the attention of some local people, so they bring you from the city center and hire you to find the wolf and recover the lost goods. ”

"And then kill me later." Ed added later.

He pulled out the photo he had found in Gerald from his pocket and threw it on the table. Marcy picked it up and looked at it carefully, her face gloomy.

"We need the strength of the police, we need the formal involvement of the police." Marcy said in a low voice and a calm gaze, "These local gangs are a bit too much. ”

Ed shook his head, without any hesitation. "The game of the wolf, no player he does not recognize is allowed to join." "Otherwise, he'll cancel his reward." ”

“……”

"The most important thing for us now is to get the child back, and everything else will wait until later. We need to get rid of the wolves first, and then the orphanages and the gangsters. ”

"What's your clue?"

"Wolf contacted me tonight, at the scene of my date with Gerald's corpse." Ed frowned in thought, "He told me that he would make sure there wouldn't be any more poor people like Gerald. I think that's what he told me to kill next. ”

"He's going to Gerald's superiors." Marcy immediately understood.

"It's not just the superiors, I think it's the real mastermind behind the gangsters' children's business," Ed said, "I think whoever the wolf is, he may be doing it to dismantle the chain of children's trading in Belvedere." And if that's the case, it's likely that his last target will be Dean Elle herself. ”

"The inner workings of the gang and the power class are highly classified, and in general, they are not even close to Gerald's real superiors, and they can only find out the buffer between him and their superiors, but that is useless." Marcy thought for a moment, "I'll contact the city bureau's network of informants in the Underground Kingdom to see if I can help." She was about to pull out her phone.

Ed didn't speak. He knew that Marcy's proposal was the best way for them to take the next step now, until his own phone suddenly received a call before Marcy at this point.

The small hum of the vibrations grabbed both Ed and Marcy's attention. Marcy stopped what she was doing, watched Ed take out her phone, glanced at the unfamiliar number on it, and then put it to her ear with a blank face.

"I'm Ed."

"Hello, Mr. Eddard." A very soft, seductive, sweet, and at the same time unfathomable like a valley spring came out of the microphone, even after the crushing nirvana reorganization of data electronics, it could not damage her grace in the slightest, "My boss wants to meet you. ”

"Who's talking?"

"An ordinary employee who delivers a message for her boss."

"As an average employee, your voice is enough for a night's turnover in a love hotel."

"Thanks for the compliment...... I'll just take it as a compliment. ”

"Now tell me about your boss. What does he want me to do? ”

"He wants to talk to you about some of the things you're doing right now." The woman said calmly, with a politeness that she couldn't fault anything.

"May I ask if your boss's name is ......" Ed squinted his eyes and licked his lips.

"Albert." The woman said, "His name is Albert." ”