"Won't that attract the attention of the others?" asked Ciel, standing down the street, not understanding the difference between knocking out the Night's Watch and knocking down all the Men in Black in the tavern, which seemed to her to be more straightforward.

Roland didn't answer the question immediately, he was busy putting the unlucky bastard who had been set up before he had time to fall into the seat of the carriage, where the Night's Watch should have been. Unless anyone sees the bruises on the back of his head, he can only take what happened as a nightmare. With that done, the magician rubbed his hands together and turned to look at the Dementors, "Of course there is a difference. You think that the testimonies from the mouths of the parties are clear answers, but they do not seem to me to be more meaningful than vague inferences. There are so many reasons to lie that sometimes we don't even notice that we have become accomplices to lies. So I chose to let something that I can't lie about be a witness very early on. ”

Hill watched as Roland picked up the wooden sticks they had used to knock the Night's Watch unconscious, which they had found earlier in the alley next to the tavern, possibly the remains of some old furniture. The perfect tool for committing the crime, even if someone perceives that it is an attack, there is no way to figure out who did it from the murder weapon. But before finding a random alley and throwing the stick back, the magician used it to pull out the contents under the car, which the Night's Watch had previously thought were human heads.

"We always trust what we see and hear too much, which makes us vulnerable to being misled by the outside world. In fact, the human head is only a false perception of the atmosphere and instinct, and the real identity of this thing is just a round hand stove, and the white smoke rising from it is an incompletely burning grass stalk. Roland ripped off a layer of cloth from the outside of the stove and stuffed it into the stove to stop the white smoke. He handed the stove and stick to Hill, and he carefully lifted the black curtain of the carriage with excitement on his face.

"It's not that you can get the truth without seeing or listening, it's just that you can't stop thinking at any time. Think about everything you know, and what it means behind it, so that you have a faint chance of really getting a glimpse of the truth. Half of Roland's body poked into the carport, but it was only then that he realized that as a human, he could not see inside the dimly lit compartment. He had to move his body out and ask Hill for help, "Can you hand me the oil lamp?"

The female doctor shrugged and handed the magician the oil lamp beside the night watchman, "As you said, there is so little we can really know in this world. ”

Roland smiled and took over the light, "I've lived for a long time, kid, and the longer I live, the more I feel like the whole world is like a giant spider web, and every thread leads to more forks in the road." As for the whole picture of this web? I'm afraid even the spiders that weave it. As he spoke, he lifted the oil lamp into the carriage.

"What do you see?" the magician was silent for too long, giving Ciel a bad feeling, and she asked, approaching the former to pull him out. Fortunately, when he heard the inquiry, Roland reacted, and he took the initiative to come out of the carport with a solemn face, and the beard on his chin trembled uncontrollably.

"You'd better see for yourself, I don't want to put it into words. The magician said as he leaned sideways, leaving room for the Dementors to see inside the carriage. Hill only glanced at it and understood what Roland meant. She saw bundles of leather in bundles throughout the carriage, covered with heavy black curtains, not the leather of any beast she knew, but she could tell at a glance where they came from, the nezumi.

"I'm going to check what's in the other carriages, what about you?" didn't everyone like to see bloody things, and out of care for his companions, Roland asked.

Hill really didn't like this, although she had lived in the royal capital for a long time and had seen countless darkness. But as a doctor, she was still accustomed to thinking of the nezumi as human, and the nezumi skins seemed to her to be unmistakably human. Dementors are not a sympathetic race, but that doesn't mean they're callous, and the human populations have long been inadvertently influenced by humans, just as Dementors consciously choose a gender, and they sometimes see themselves and humans as some kind of kind. Although their staple food is human lifespan.

"No problem, I'm a doctor. Ciel nodded, she didn't have to force herself to see the cruelty, but as a healer, some of her abilities might play a key role. For example, if she wished, she could get certain information about the original owner of the rat in detail, based on the size and completeness of the rat skin in the carriage. She didn't want to do that until she saw what was going on in the other wagons.

Roland nodded, not saying anything more. He lowered the curtain and turned to the other carriage. His brow furrowed even more from the scene in the second carriage, which was the corpses of some nezumi. Some were still fresh, but some had already begun to dry up, and the bodies had clearly been embalmed, plus a considerable amount of spices had been placed in the carriage at the same time to mask the stench of the corpses, so the olfactory shock was not strong.

"Looks like we've found where those missing nezumi have gone, right?" said the magician to himself, the number of nezumi corpses in the carriage was small, but the piles were still oppressive. The contents of the other carriages were similar, mostly the corpses of the ratmen or part of the corpses.

"Almost all of them are old people and children. And a lot of that leather was peeled after a period of death. "That's Hill's conclusion after inspecting the cargo in several of these wagons.

"It's not hard to understand that the rat people who are still capable of moving have all gone north. Most of those who remain here are physically disabled or have limited mobility, and they are the excluded part of the group. Roland simply accepted the doctor's statement, but his tone was not lighthearted. For a man who is trying to reconcile even the hatred between dwarves and ghouls, the problems between humans and rats make him feel substantial pain.

"The question is, why do these people collect and hunt these cullers?" said Hill, carefully wiping away the shoe prints he had left on the wagon.

"I need some time to think, let's go back to the tavern first, the rain is not always the way to go. The magician did not immediately answer the doctor's question, but put his hand in his coat and walked towards the tavern without waiting for his companion to respond.