When the others were gone, Zaima jumped off the wall, and the fun was almost over for the night. It's a pity. The Eta were interesting, but they went to the Rich Chamber of Commerce, which was in the business district, not far from here. He wasn't going to follow him, though, he already knew that they lived in the Blue Lighthouse. After going to the prison, let's consider whether I want to see these Eta people.

But he didn't plan to go back to the Palais des Nations, because he could go in at any time anyway, and the guards wouldn't ask foreign dignitaries questions. So he walked along the alley, and he might get lost, but it was easy to find his way, and he could climb back up the wall.

The streets of the docklands are intricate and criss-crossed, and Zaima winds around and takes a road that runs through three streets, and at the end of it, turn left and you will find a dimly lit street. There were no street lights, only moonlight to point the way, and there was a row of dim, damp, and dirty alleys on the side of the street, and he suddenly remembered that it was probably Laundry Street. The rooms in these alleys are rented out, and the tenants are mostly laborers on the docks and businessmen who do small businesses. The street has a stone path that leads down to the leftmost estuary of the Lance River, and during the day the women of the common families in this area carry a large basket of clothes and go to the Lance River in groups to wash, hence the name "Laundry Street". At night it was much more secluded, without the noise of the Dragon's Tooth Tavern, and there was no one in sight, except for a few drunken drunks staggering back to their lodgings. The alley is pitch black, and it is common for some tenants who return late to fall in the dark alley with a blue nose and swollen face.

Zaima stalked in the corners of the streets, where he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, and often spent long hours in the dark and silent environment when practicing the art of retreat. Only by being able to endure loneliness can you learn the art of escape. Time was over the dream, the moon was locked in thick clouds, and the laundry street was dim and difficult to distinguish the light and shadow, and he heard a slight footsteps, and stopped and waited.

I saw a light spilling out of the street, and then two men dressed in black walked in with a lantern, and the one with the lantern wore black soft leather gloves. The light shone on the faces of the two men, and he was surprised and delighted that it was the Eta man he had seen earlier in Dragon's Tooth, the man with blond hair and blue eyes, and a young man with short brown hair. The two of them had changed into night clothes, and they didn't know what they were doing here. Zaima was very interested and followed from afar.

The light sprinkled on the undulating bluestone floor, forming a chaotic shadow, and the two Eta turned into a damp, rugged alley, the horse lantern illuminated the layers of stagnant water on the ground, the soft leather boots made a slight sound on the stagnant water, and the yellowish light swayed with the movement of their footsteps. Zayimo ran up the wall, afraid that stepping on the stagnant water would alarm the two.

When the two came to a halt at the door of a nondescript house, the blonde Gollini said, "Fano, are you sure this is it?" and the young man behind him replied, "Yes, yes." ”

Gollini handed the oil lamp to Fano, then stooped down to the lock in front of the doorway, holding a thin golden needle between his fingertips, which was inserted into the keyhole, and in the blink of an eye, the lock was opened. The whole process was quick and quiet, and the sound of the golden needle stirring in the lock was not at all present to the sleeping person.

Zayimo couldn't help but laugh secretly, what kind of businessman is this, he is skilled in lockpicking, and he is a habitual thief at all.

Fano whistled lowly. "Where did you get the gold needle?"

"Yesterday I touched a kid across the blue lighthouse. "I can pick the lock, I can pick up the pocket, and I guessed correctly.

"That's the Golden Needle Society, you're pretty boring. ”

I'm afraid that this is the reason why the Golden Needle Society will investigate them, these Eta people actually stole things into the pocket of the Golden Needle Society, how can the Golden Needle Society not pursue it.

Gollini pushed the door open, and Fano followed him inside. Zayimo jumped down lightly, and landed silently, and he peeked into the room, which was the most ordinary and cheap rental house, and it was inhabited by poor people. Zaima approached the white-covered window, found a crack, and peeked inside.

The oil lamps were enough to illuminate the room, and there was a layer of broken grass on the floor and a thick pile in the corners. Opposite the door lay an old wooden bed covered with straw mats, and at the head of the bed was a tattered low wooden cabinet, with a wooden board nailed to the wall, on which were placed several bottles, some of which contained water or wine. A dark rag hung from the edge of the plank. Other than that, there is nothing remarkable in this room.

"He's not here. Gollini said.

"I got the news that he lives here, and he has changed three places in the past two days. ”

"Looks like he's gone to find the fourth. Gollini sighed.

Fano went into the room and kicked the grass off the floor, knocking it around, then searched the walls as well, and it seemed that there was nothing out of the ordinary, then he went to the corner and lifted the haystack. A pair of feet in black cowhide boots peeked out of the haystack. Zaima looked through the window and was taken aback.

A young dead man with a painful look on his face that he had died. He was wrapped in a red cloak with a black hood, and a large dark patch of blood on the cloak, and Fano lifted the cloak as if to examine the wound.

"It's not a sharp cut. It was like some kind of blunt instrument, stabbed directly into the abdomen, and the internal organs were all squeezed out. Fano checked it and came to a conclusion.

Golini put forward a different opinion: "I don't think it's a blunt object, with such a force, if it is a blunt object, the internal organs will be smashed into a puddle of bloody mud." ”

"What's that?"

"Perhaps, it's his fist. Golini's voice sounded a little strange. Then he bent down, picked up the cloak, pointed to the buttons on the cloak and said, "Look, the cyan dragon head, this is the person from the Qinglong Martial Arts. ”

"The people of the Qinglong Martial Arts Field came to woo him, and then he killed him. He is not afraid of making enemies, causing trouble everywhere, and he is simply a master of trouble. Fano put the haystack back on the corpse and said, "This guy is pathetic. ”

Gollini examined the drawers of the low wooden cabinet, then moved the bed again, and found nothing. "Let's go. Unfortunately, we had to start all over again. ”

Fano said: "Golini, we will catch him." ”

"If we wander around town like this every day, we're going to get a lot of attention very quickly. I think we've got some people's attention. The two of them went out of the room, and Zaima retreated into the shadows, he was still protected by the smoke, but it was better to stay away from these Eta people, and God knows if they would be able to see through his tracks.

Gollini closed the door, and Fano said, "Then you are going to dig out the pockets of the Golden Needle Society?"

"How did I know that he was a member of the Golden Needle Society, I just happened to see him touch someone else's purse, so I took it back and returned it to the original owner, and it happened that this golden needle fell into my hand. Gollini frowned, with a very innocent expression. "If I knew that boy was from the Golden Needle Society, I would have walked around him. ”

"I knew you wouldn't be in any less trouble than that. I guess the Golden Needle Society has already started investigating us. ”

"You guessed it, they're targeting us. ”

"What then?"

"Whatever they want, they can do whatever they want. We've got to get to the black guy as soon as possible, and we can't get him into any more trouble. ”

"It's not a good idea to get into trouble, you're really an irresponsible person. It's bad luck to partner with you. Fano said in a plaintive tone.

The two of them walked towards the way they came, Zaima following from a distance. He was far away from the rented room, and suddenly he heard a very slight sound, like the sound of opening a door, and he couldn't help but stop, and followed the sound, only to see the door of another rented room being opened from the inside, and out of a person like a black tower. He was shirtless, beads of sweat glistening from his black skin.

Black samurai Naku. Zaima held his breath, this was the person the two Eta were looking for. The little white-faced Fano's news is still very reliable.

A tall, thin, well-dressed man followed Naku, also carrying a lantern in his hand, "Strange Eta people, I don't understand what they are saying. How did they find you? I don't know of a martial arts field that hired the Ettas. ”

Naku opened the door to his rented room and replied in the stiff Lingua franca of Xianglong, "You're asking too much. ”

"Forgive my curiosity, friend, let's continue to talk about cooperation. ”

"Why should I work with you?" the had a terrible voice, as if he was so bad that he forgot how to move his tongue.

"Man, you know, you've got extraordinary skill and rare talent, and you've been born to do it. We've never seen a talent with more potential than you. I think you should think about it, we can open very lucrative contracts. The man said flatteringly.

Naku waved his hand in disgust, as if a disgusted fly was circling him. "You're the second person to open a contract with me, someone is faster than you. ”

They entered the room, closed the door, and Zaima leaned in to the window to look in.

I only heard the man say, "Is it the Qinglong Martial Arts?" They have been working with us. Man, I hope you understand that our overlord martial arts field is the best, consider my words. Maybe you're ready to hear what we're going to do?"

Naku walked over to the edge of the wooden bed and sat down, the wooden bed creaked under his large and heavy body, and he spread his hands in a compromise gesture: "Okay, you sit down and let me hear your terms." ”

The man approached the not-so-solid wooden bed and sat down cautiously, smugly.

Naku stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and said, "The last one was indeed a person from the Qinglong Martial Arts, don't worry, I didn't promise them." And they said, 'Ah, we've got a pretty good contract for you.'" Do you want to know how I replied to them?"

The man seemed pleased with the gesture of intimacy, and he looked at Naku expectantly, waiting for him to finish.

"That's it, just like it is now. Naku patted him on the shoulder and grinned eerily.

The man's eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. Zaima could see Naku punch the man in the abdomen, and he watched in shock as the black arm stabbed into the stomach.

Naku leaned close to his ear and said in an emotionless tone, "That's it, exactly the same." The black man grabbed the unfortunate man's head, his huge palm covering his mouth, and stabbed him twice with his fist until the unlucky man could no longer struggle.

"Fools of the Worship of the Dragons. Naku* cursed in a strange lingua franca, threw the body to the ground, removed a dark brown rag from the wall, wiped his hands, and walked out. Zaima slid swiftly away from the corner, the with some incredible strength and skill he had never seen a fist like this.

Naku didn't notice him, and walked down the stone path that led to the river. The Black Clan washes the blood from their bodies by the River of Spears. With all this in order, he walked back to Laundry Street, plunging headlong into an alley that led to the west.