Standing in front of the corpse with the upper half of his body chopped into minced meat, Gart kicked the corner of the wall fiercely: "Go to Nima!"

"Don't be angry, it's useless to be angry. As Gart's deputy, Midl tried to dissuade him.

The courteous and courteous Midl is like a steward more than a manager with a crow's golden lock. Compared to the gloomy Gart, although Middel's face was also unsightly at this time, at least he looked quite calm.

"Calm down?!What can you do now calm down!?" Galt turned sharply and looked angrily at his deputy.

"At least we can see if we can find some clues about the identity of the murderer. Midl thought and pushed the one-sided glasses in his right eye, he was naturally a little farsighted.

"People have been chopped into shreds, what traces can be found!?" Galt was not a brainless man, and the moment he saw the scene, he immediately realized that it was impossible to find any clues.

The scene was a mess, but there was still a lot of information that could be seen through at a glance.

The other party is a veteran, using the hand under the axe, the purpose is not money but more like a vendetta, his strength and physical strength are very amazing, from the beginning to the end, his attack on the tragic death did not leave the original position, but the splash of blood and flesh foam stained the wall 7 or 8 meters away.

It is not clear whether the other party intentionally targeted the members of the Golden Lock of the Crow, only the lower limbs of the corpse remained intact, and the boots of the Golden Lock of the Crow were as black as a crow, which looked extremely dazzling in a blood red at this time, which was very likely to be a demonstration by the other party.

The other party did not leave any clues that could be identified, judging from the footprints, the other party was about 1.8 meters tall, but no amount of information was basically available. It could be seen that the deceased barely fought back, and even the long sword at his waist was only half drawn - he should not have drawn the sword, and the dagger next to his boot would have been a better choice.

But in a hurry, he may not even be able to finish the action of squatting.

"Chief, there's someone from the sheriff's side, what should I do?" a subordinate walked in from outside the alley to report the situation.

"Sheriff, who informed you?" said Galt frowned, a hint of displeasure running through his inky pupils.

"It was our informant who informed us that the sheriff had recently implemented a joint defense policy that required all homicides to be reported as soon as possible. ”

"That group of guys......" Gart looked at the scene with some reluctance, "Forget it!

"Galt, what about the corpses?" asked Middel, as it was customary for the corpses of the victims to be retracted, but depending on the current situation, this practice may no longer be appropriate.

Undoubtedly, Gart also understands this: "Don't move yet, send a few people here to keep an eye on the sheriff, and wait for them to see the scene before they can gather the brothers well." Although his tone was full of unwillingness, he could only say this.

The bright sunlight slanted down from the sky, shining on Galt's young and handsome but slightly gloomy face, but it could not dispel the gloom in his heart.

How long has it been since the last time the authority of the Golden Lock of Ravens was challenged? No, Galt immediately dismissed his own idea - how long had it been, I should say.

Since the Great Collapse, the Golden Lock of the Raven has ruled Wenning District for more than 70 years, but with the arrival of the sheriff and the rise of the new dark forces, the authority that was once said to be unrivaled has actually declined.

This is the current situation of the Raven Golden Lock, nominally, it is now just a gray organization to be supervised and searched by the sheriff, but in fact, long before the sheriff, the black-robed mages operating in the corners of Wenning District have already taken away the name of the strongest force in Wenning District from the Raven Golden Lock.

Walking down the street, a sudden cacophony of shouting in the distance dragged Gart out of his contemplation......

The thin and dirty girl rushed, muddy water splashed under her ** feet, and behind her, the shouting and scolding of three or four men came from afar.

"Bastard! Stop! Show me! Dare to steal uncle's things! I will kill you if I catch up with you!"

The money bag in the girl's hand looked heavy, but you didn't need to open it to know that most of it were copper coins.

The running made her breathing a little short, and the girl struggled to control her pace, and—

With one foot in the air, she fell and flew out......

Gart was somewhat surprised to see a gray-robed girl suddenly rush out of the corner of the street, slip under her feet, and fall into the mud in front of him with a "bang".

Splashes of mud flew high and stuck to his body, and his robes, which were as black as crow's wings, suddenly became unclean.

"What have you done, bastard, what have you done?!" several of Gart's subordinates behind him took a step forward and were about to kick at the girl.

Gart grabbed him and took a step back.

He looked at the four young men who were chasing from behind the girl, panting and standing in front of him, silent, and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"Big... Eldest brother...... She, she, she stole our money......" one of them mustered his courage and stammered as he pointed to the girl lying in the mud, "We just want to get our wallets back." ”

Gart nodded, not glancing at the girl on the ground: "Then you go on." ”

Then, in the surprise of the four people, Gart left with a dozen subordinates.

The mud splashed from the boots wet the girl's unkempt hair, and the girl silently lowered her head, and suddenly stood up and wanted to run, but was grabbed by four men and pressed to the ground.

Silver laughter and shouting came from behind Garth, accompanied by the sound of fists and beatings. Gart didn't look back, of course he knew the fate of the girl, in Wenning District, a lonely and weak girl was entangled by four hungry men, and the end was definitely more than just a beating. But Gart didn't stop them either - only the dregs and sinners in Wenning, including the Golden Locks of Ravens. It has nothing to do with justice or justice, here, as long as you don't provoke someone you shouldn't be messed with, then no one can guarantee your life.

This is the rule of survival in Wenning District, and this is the rule under the lockdown of Raven Gold.

Gart narrowed his eyes, looked up at the somewhat bright sunlight, and sighed faintly.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little tired, maybe it was because there was too much going on today, and he suddenly felt that the presence of the sheriff in Wenning District might not be as unacceptable as he imagined......

Gart felt that he was a little too sentimental today, a little not like himself, he smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his head and looked ahead again, but was suddenly stunned.

"Uh-huh, that's good, that's good. The little boy squatting next to the garbage pile touched the cat's head and smiled happily on his face.

It should be said that what Gart saw was not something to be stunned about, it was just a little boy crouching next to the garbage heap, feeding the cat with the leftovers in his hands.

Because cat meat is inedible without cooking, cats are one of the few creatures that can survive in Wenning District, but because they have to compete with humans for food, even cats in Wenning District are often muddy, skinny and miserable.

So, perhaps because of the poor cat's miserable condition, the little boy picked out a barely touched braised fish from the trash can in his hand and threw it to him.

Watching the little boy waving to the cat with one hand and waving to the cat with the other, almost no one doesn't feel warm from the bottom of their hearts, right?

But Gart's heart was cold, and he couldn't warm it up.

Excuse me, where is this?

This is Wenning District, a slum, a place where even rats appear on the street, they have to be caught, cramped, skinned, and eaten alive.

Not far from the garbage heap where the boy was, there was a group of hungry beggars, their bony limbs soaked white in the muddy water, and there was no hope in their chaotic eyes, only instinctively looking at the kitten being fed by the boy, and looking eager to replace it.

And it was on this premise that the little boy ignored humans who were more similar to him, and gave his excess compassion to the cat.

The corners of Galt's mouth twitched slightly, this is really ironic, isn't it?

"Do you know that dark-haired kid?"

"Ask me?" Deputy Middel was stunned for a moment before he realized that Gart was asking him, "Which child?"

"The one next to the garbage heap, the child on that side, doesn't seem to be a helpless orphan. Gart glanced at it and saw that the beggars were terrifying the little boy. It's not that I'm afraid of him who can be strangled to death, but I'm afraid of some force behind the little boy.

However, Middle's reply stopped him: "Oh, which?......? Isn't this the new little chef from Dorne?, it seems that the strange name called 'Evan Ian' was originally intended to be sent to the upper district, but Chef Dorne took a fancy to it, so he stayed here. ”

After Middle, who was in charge of the chores, finished somewhat casually, he suddenly came to his senses, and his face showed curiosity: "Galt, why did you become interested in that little guy?"

"No...... Nothing ......" Gart was silent for a moment, perfunctorily.

Gart turned away and continued to walk towards Nolan Jire, one of the three strongholds of the Dark Golden Lock under his jurisdiction, but his mind was full of the child's innocent smile.

"Loving for small animals, but showing no mercy for humans of the same kind...... I don't know if I should say that I am talented, or if I am born to be a murderer......";