Misha's compliment made Echo's face burn slightly, and Echo finally chose to avoid talking about the truth about his singing failure, he smiled, and then introduced Luthman and Ola to Misha. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

To Echo's surprise, Misha doesn't seem to have a habit of looking at other people's faces, and she seems to be more concerned about other people's clothing and dressing. Regardless, the three white sparrows from Elada are finally connected to De Staing's homophonic organization at this moment. Eko had expected them to get straight to the point and start investigating the anomalies in the area, but Misha just arranged for them to stay at a small inn called Cat's Ears and told them that a connector named Alex would show up tomorrow or three days later, and was just as idle as they were.

A gentle breeze blew across the terrace that stretched out from the hotel lobby to the street, and the wind chimes hanging from the terrace rattled in the wind. Eco looked up at the wind chimes made of copper that looked like cat ears, and felt more and more that the inn was strangely deserted.

In fact, get rid of Ola, who was cleaning up in the guest room, and then get rid of himself, and the only thing left in the lobby of the Cat Ears Hotel was Lusman in front of Eko, and Misha, who was lying on a table not far away and playing a game of solitaire with a deck of cards.

"Are we really going to sit here and wait for Alex's arrangement?" Lusman, who was sitting across the table from Eako, wiped the drink from his beard and asked.

"Honestly, don't you think this connector is too outrageous? The letter he sent to the Hub for help described the matter so seriously, and now that we're here, what are we doing here? And the ...... who was arranged to pick us up?"

"Misha. Ekor kindly reminded.

"Ah, yes, this kid looks pretty unreliable, doesn't he?" Lusman whispered.

"Have you noticed that she always looks weird at people?"

Ekor shook her head slightly.

Once Lusman chattered, he always blurted out a bunch of questions of one kind or another. At first, Ekor would try to answer all his questions, and when he realized that it was just Lussman's nagging, he wisely became a listener.

"But Ekko, you can really refuse to come to Destain, the Hub hasn't produced a worthy unveiler for years, and everyone thinks you deserve to stay in Elada, and really......"

Lussman swallowed and said, "D'Estaing is a little different from the city I used to know. I didn't see any other elves, which was a bit unusual. ”

"It's not going to help to say that now. Ikor frowned slightly. He took out the letter that Rose had given him and placed it on the table......

The letter that Rose handed to Eko was as charming as she was, and shortly after Eko delivered it through the doorman, an official came forward to chat with them with a happy face. He agreed to have the White Sparrows examine a few bodies, but that could only be done quietly in the middle of the night, and only for a maximum of two people to enter the area where the bodies were kept.

For such an arrangement, Eko had planned to go with Lusman. However, Misha is tough on the fact that d'Estaing's white sparrow is responsible for this.

After some nonsense, Eko had to take the girl on a late-night trip. There were almost no people in the breezy streets, and Misha walked to Ekko's left with a lantern in hand. She seemed more relaxed than during the day, not at all like she was going to investigate the dead.

"Eko, I heard that every member of the Nexus is also a White Sparrow?" Misha asked, turning her head sideways.

"yes. ”

"How did you get involved in the Hub?" Misha asked.

"Perhaps...... I've got some special luck. ”

"You mean you're an unveiler?"

Ekor smiled noncommittally. Truth be told, he didn't know why he was favored by the Hub, he had never done anything other than to have a little talent as an unveiler, and he didn't even have any adventure experience, which made Ekor feel out of place with the Hub.

"So, Misha, how did you become a white sparrow?" Eko led the conversation to Misha.

"The reason is simple, of course it's because I have some special luck!" the girl mischievously copied Ekko's previous answer.

Ekor smiled and sighed, only to hear Misha continue: "I can clearly remember how many people passed by me throughout the day, how they dressed, what they said, I can remember a series of irregular numbers, and I can memorize the whole book word for word in a very short time. ”

As if to prove her claim, Misha begins to describe the scene where she and Eko have just met at the market. Her depictions are so detailed that she can tell how many buttons each person's clothes have, but she doesn't mention anyone's appearance.

"Unbelievable!" Ikor sighed.

He looked at Misha's smug and slightly innocent smile, and couldn't help but wonder if this girl could be more urban, her memory alone would be enough to make her a very good white sparrow or a top spy.

"But why don't you mention what other people look like?" asked Ekko.

"Uh-huh......" Misha suddenly became restrained.

"Oh! We're here, we'll talk about this next time. ”

Misha took a few steps forward, the lantern in her hand flickering against a large floor of cold bluestone, with a few bare stone pillars erected on it, and the building behind it was the city's sheriff's office. Echo saw a sword-armed doorman standing in the doorway, and he went up to the doorman to say what he had agreed with the sheriff, and the doorman glanced at Misha beside Echo, and then shook his head and handed Echo a key.

"Turn right after entering the door, it will take thirty minutes, don't delay. ”

Echo thanked her, and walked with Misha to where the body was parked.

The so-called morgue was actually a cellar dug several feet underneath, the walls and floor of which were made of bluestone, and the key was used to open the cellar door. The moment the cellar door opened, Ekor immediately felt a cold breath and an indescribable smell rushing over her face. Misha, who had been walking with him almost all the time, subconsciously ducked behind Eko's back.

The two of them walked down the stairs, lighting a few more torches fixed to the wall along the way, and gradually adapted to the gloomy environment. The whole morgue was divided into several units by an arch made of several stone pillars, and the first place that caught their eyes was a huge stone table for a person to lie down, on which were placed a humanoid object made of thick rope and linen, which seemed to be a corpse, and on one wall behind the table were three rows of shelves made of wooden planks, on which were piled with pliers, wraps, bottles and cans, and other items, and on the floor at the other end of the shelf were several wooden barrels, the largest of which was large enough to stuff a person.

Eko guessed that the table in front of her was probably a platform for autopsies or simple cleaning of corpses, and that the corpses left on this table were probably related to unsolved cases, which meant that it would be unacceptable to understand the true appearance of the corpses.

"We'll have to unravel it, right?" Misha said, a little uncertain.

"Hmm. Stand back a bit. A frightening sight may emerge in a moment. ”

Misha shook her head, then tried to squeeze out a smile.

"It's just a dead thing, I think, I can handle it, and I have an extra pair of eyes in ...... So as not to miss some details. ”

Ecco thought that this was indeed the case, and nodded. He motioned for Misha to stand on the other side of the table, then took two deep breaths before reaching for the sackcloth that had wrapped the corpse.

To be honest, the corpse had only been tied up with a little straw, and with a slight pull of the thick rope, the shroud spread out in both directions.

The corpse in front of her made Ekor frown at once, except for the corpse's face was still faintly recognizable, the whole corpse was in a grotesque distorted state, such as the corpse's arm bones pierced out of the elbow, the front end of the arm was only hanging on the body by the flesh and tendons, in addition, the man's chest cavity was also opened, and the ribs seemed to pierce the clothes with a short dagger.

Faced with such a twisted corpse in this dark, cold environment, you can't help but fantasize about it suddenly sitting up and attacking you.