The young man had extremely long yellow hair and even half of his entire face was covered. He wore a nose ring on his nose, blackened with toner around his eye sockets, a jacket with copper rings, and various copper necklaces around his neck.

As soon as he saw this young man, Ford's eyes widened, "What the hell? What kind of dress are you doing?"

The young man, who had obviously been in such a place many times, snorted, his eyes squinting at Ford in defiance, and then slowly turned his face away.

"You bastard!"

Ford was about to roll up his sleeves and give the young man a few slaps, when suddenly the young man looked at Ron in surprise and shouted, "Ron, why are you here?"

Ford stopped where he was, he looked at Ron with a frown, and asked, "Do you know?"

Ron was also stunned, he remembered that the young man in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't call the young man's name for a while.

It was supposed to be Ron's memory, not his.

The memories of the two fused together, leaving Ron with a lapse in some of the details.

For example, he could clearly remember that he had been drinking with the young man in front of him on the night he was taken away by West, but now, he couldn't remember what the young man's name was.

Seeing Ron's face, Ford, a goblin who mingled between nobles and officials, quickly understood, and he muttered, "Damn, I originally wanted to give him two punches to let him know what a powerful ......"

"Ron, why are you here? I never knew you were still in the police department, it's incredible. The young man said to Ron again.

"Hmm...... I'm just here to assist Officer Ford in his case, and now I'm going to ask you a few things. ”

After seeing Ron's acquaintance, the young man seemed more and more presumptuous, and he impatiently broke free of the hand of the police officer next to him who was pressing his shoulder, and then twisted his shoulder, "Okay, but better hurry!"

The officer's face was very unsightly, but due to Ron's presence and the lack of a hint from Ford, he did not dare to make any other moves. I only secretly wrote down this person, snorted coldly, and walked aside.

"That...... Hmmm......"

Ron didn't know what to call the young man in front of him for a moment, and after looking down at the notes in his hand casually, he raised his head and used his golden finger on the young man.

Name: Johnson Mack.

Age: Nineteen years old.

Status: Healthy.

Road: None.

Occupation: None.

Ability: None. ”

The use of the gold finger this time did not bring any negative effect to Ron, could it be that the price of using this gold finger has something to do with the strength of the other party?

"Johnson," Ron asked, putting aside the suspicion for a moment, "have you ever seen an old man who behaved strangely?"

Johnson was a little surprised by Ron's name for him, you know, when Ron was messing with him, Ron kept calling him Rock 'n' Roll!

Maybe it's because the police are there.

Johnson didn't think much of it, and he replied, "Of course I did, have you forgotten? We met that weird old man in the Night Tavern! Didn't you say that the old man was going to make a big move and was going to find an opportunity to attack him?"

Hearing this, Ford gave Ron a strange look, muttered in a low voice, and didn't say anything more.

Ron didn't expect this to be poked out here, he coughed and changed the subject, "Then have you seen him anywhere else?"

"You're kidding, I wouldn't pay attention even if I saw him, shouldn't a young man like me pay attention to a girl who is convex and backward?"

Ford slapped the table hard, "Hey, hey, hey, who's allowed you to laugh here?!

Johnson was a little annoyed, but didn't have a seizure and just closed his mouth.

Ron briefly recalled meeting West in the tavern that night, and he remembered that Johnson seemed to have said something along the lines of "this old man again", so he asked seriously, "Don't you really see that old man anywhere else?" ”

Johnson glanced up at Ron, his face a little impatient, but he also began to lose his thoughts. After a while, he replied, "Yes, I did see him in another place. ”

"Where? when?"

"On the day we went to the tavern, I went to George's house to call him along, and I seemed to see a similar figure at the top of the staircase. ”

Ron was silent for a moment, "I remember George didn't come that night?"

"yes, I don't know where this bastard has gone, I haven't seen him all these days. ”

Ford and Ron looked at each other and asked, "Where does George live?"

"There was a dilapidated building in the Boulevard de Lesser, and he lived in the room on the right side of the fifth floor of Building 45. ”

Ron asked Ford, "Is there anyone else behind?"

Ford looked at the officer, who immediately replied, "No, this is the last one." ”

"Shall we go and have a look?" asked Ford, "Or do you need to debrief?"

Ron thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be better not to tell Muse about this matter first. After all, it's just news now, and it's not certain that you can get something useful, maybe West just went there to go to the toilet?

"Let's go over first. ”

Ford nodded, and was about to call a police officer when Johnson suddenly said, "Hey, can I go? ”

Ford smiled, "Of course you can go, this officer will take you away." ”

"Exactly. Johnson replied.

As the officer left with Johnson, Ford winked at the officer, who nodded, and his eyes began to grow cold and teasing.

Ron saw the little gesture, but didn't say anything, just waited for the two to leave, and asked, "When are we leaving?"

"Right now. ”

Ford called Bob, and just as the three of them were about to leave, a scream suddenly came from behind.

Ford smiled and said, "Let's go." ”

Ron put on his hat and stepped away, "This matter is actually still bothering you, because it is not your duty. ”

"Please, don't say that, it's just a favor between friends, what can it be worth?"

The Avenue de la Lesser is a cluttered road with undulating roads, piles of rubbish of all kinds, and buildings of all kinds.

"Damn, how do those chengguan manage it? It's a garbage dump!" Ford scolded with his nose covered.

Ron shrugged his nose unnaturally, "This smell really doesn't make people happy. ”

After walking some distance, Bob, who led the way, stopped at the mouth of an alley and said, "This is it." ”

Thick water and gas pipes crisscrossed in a mess, pungent urine stains in the corners, and even a broken sewer pipe was bubbling foul out.

The ragged residents quickly moved out of the way when they saw Ford and Bob's police uniforms, and the old man and the woman hurriedly hid in their rooms, while some ragged children stood under the eaves and stared curiously, and were quickly dragged away.

"Hell, can this place be inhabited?"

Ford didn't hide the disgust in his eyes, he tiptoed past the trail of water, looking around, "Where's that damn place?"

Bob quickly ran to the front and looked, "It's right ahead, sir." ”

Soon, a few people came to a dilapidated building four or five stories high, and Ford looked at the dusty old staircase, "This is it, right?"

Bob nodded, and then he stopped a middle-aged woman who was about to leave here, "Excuse me......"

Before Bob could finish speaking, the woman hurriedly replied, "No, I don't know. ”

"Why is it so troublesome?" Ford grumbled, then stepped forward and glared, "Hey, listen, have you ever seen a crumpled old man?!"

The woman was startled and speechless on the spot.

Ford pointed to his police uniform, "Look here, if you don't tell the truth, you know what will happen." ”

The woman replied in a panic, "Yes, I have seen it." He had been here just over a week ago. I used to see him come out of here, but I didn't know anything after that. ”

"Is that the truth?" Ford squinted at her, "so you tell me what he looks like?"

The woman was about to cry in fright, "I haven't seen his face, I only know that he is wearing a gray robe and carrying a suitcase, black. Other than that, I don't really know anything. I'm telling the truth!"

Ford looked at Ron.

Ron thought back to West's room, and he did remember that West's room had an open suitcase with potions and other materials in it.

After receiving Ron's affirmation, Ford beckoned the woman to leave, and looked up at the building again, "What is that old madman doing here?"

John proposed, "Shall I go to every room and ask?"

With that, he walked to the door of the first floor and knocked on the window, "Is there anyone?"

There was no response for a while.

"How can it be so troublesome?"

Ford pouted, walked up and lifted his pants and kicked the door open.

After the dust, he looked at a terrified old couple sitting in a chair and patted himself on the shoulder, "This is Officer Ford, I have something I want to ask!

Ron shook his head and smiled wryly.

Although he does not agree with Ford's approach, it has to be said that Ford's approach is the most convenient and worry-free.

And one family after another, a few people didn't get much news at all.

Just like the old couple at the beginning, they hardly go out, and they don't even know how many of their neighbors are.

There was a drunken drunkard on the second floor, and even if Ford pulled him off the ground and slapped him a few times, he would only snore, and he didn't even open his eyes, so angry that Ford kicked him a few more times before he stopped.

Originally, it was already four or five o'clock when they set off from the police station, but by now, it was already twilight.

At this time, the three of them came to the last floor, which was the fifth floor.

Ford kicked the door on the left, but didn't kick it open.

"Hell!"

Ron said, "Let's go to the right first." ”

Fudget nodded, and was about to kick the door, when he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked, "Is this George's house?"

Ron replied, "It's okay. ”

Ford smiled and gave Ron a look I understood.

Ron was speechless. I don't really have anything to do with George, okay? Don't look at me with such righteous eyes.

Ford took a few steps back, then sprinted forward and kicked him down.

But strangely, this time the door did not make any violent noise.

Because the door was not locked in the first place, Ford only pushed the door open when he got under his feet, and Ford, who was not forced, fell to the ground.

"Damn!" Ford cursed as he stood still.

The three of them walked in, and Ron looked around left and right, but he didn't see anyone in the room, and he was a little puzzled.

He had the impression that George was living with his bastard dad. Even if George runs out, at least his dad will be at home, and the probability that neither of them is at home is a little small, because the lights are still on in the room.

And, judging by the dust on the table in the room, it seems that it has not been inhabited for some time.

"That bastard lied?" Ford said, referring to Johnson.

Ron shook his head, "Probably not, there's no need for him to lie." ”

"Then why...... Huh, what's that smell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bob exclaimed in a slightly trembling voice, "Mr. Ford, come and see!"

Ron and Ford walked briskly over to the kitchen, where they saw a shocking sight.

A corpse that had begun to stink lay on the ground, its eyes still shining with fear.

The ground was covered in dried blood, and the most horrific thing was that the face of the male corpse had been gnawed so badly that even his skull could be seen with crooked and stiff tooth marks.

"My Heavenly Father...... This is George?"

Ron swallowed his disgust and shook his head, "This isn't George, it seems to be his father." ”

"And what about George?"

Ron shook his head again, and suddenly he remembered something, and suddenly looked up and said, "That room!"

Ford came to his senses and quickly ran out of the door, slamming the door on the left side of the hallway.

Still not kicking open.

"Help me!

Bob slammed his head in his hands and slammed the door.

After a few clicks, the wooden door was kicked into a large gap.

A few people carefully climbed in through this gap, and saw a young man sitting sideways in front of the desk by the window, silently looking out the window.

Around him, there were shattered glass, and potions that smelled strange.

The impression of a person in his mind coincided with this side face, and Ron blurted out, "George?"

George turned his head slowly when he heard this, and Ron saw that under the gray moonlight, the other half of his face had dense wriggling flesh buds, and his eye, out of the socket, only a stinky strand of flesh hung and dragged on the cheekbone.

"It's you, you're here, Ron. ”

George grinned, baring jagged sharp teeth and sticking out his long fishy tongue.

"Just so I'm hungry!"

He said.