Grandin looked at the fashionably dressed lady in the sketch portrait, which should be eye-catching in the East End.

"If you can't help it, how about I try it?"

With that, Grandin pulled the 10 sühler note from the table. He stepped over a group of drunkards and came outside the tavern, where he carved a triangular sharp arrow mark into the mottled walls with copper pennies.

By the time he returned to the tavern, Lorota and Al were already seated at the table.

"What are you doing out there?" Lorota looked very sassy in a men's formal suit, and the women's bow tie on her shirt added a bit of femininity to her.

"Summoning Robin." Grandin sat down as well, and he asked the bartender for a deck of cards, and the three of them began to wait patiently.

Some time ago, Wiggins had asked him for a sum of money, saying that he had organized a group of children like him to gather news for him, and had given Grandin a contact code that would summon them.

Grandin didn't know if it worked, so he tried it anyway.

More than half an hour later, a newsboy with a probe appeared at the door of the tavern. Grandin beckoned at him, and the newsboy came running very smartly.

"Hello sir. When I was delivering the newspaper, I saw a sign outside the door. ”

The newsboy Grandin didn't know him, presumably a new member of Wiggins' recent development.

"Hello, I need your help me find this lady, she should live around here."

Grandin handed the portrait to the newsboy, along with the 10 Sol note.

"Okay, I'll ask." The newsboy put the money in his canvas bag along with the portrait, and then quickly slipped it through the crowd of drinkers.

"This is the informant you developed?" Elgai, he has always had bad luck playing cards. "But I have to say it's a really good idea, much better than if we were going around asking around."

"I didn't do it specifically, it can only be said to be a coincidence." Grandin continued to play, '7 of spades', and his hand busted.

Lorota won easily, perhaps distracted by playing cards, and she didn't look as grumpy as she was at noon.

While they were playing cards, the bartender came over and wiped the table several times, and Grandin had to order a few more beers.

About an hour later, the little newsboy returned.

"Sir, little George of Needlework Street says he has seen this woman before, and she is in that rental apartment in Brick Lane."

The three of them looked at each other and stood up in unison.

……

The rental apartment in Brick Alley, like the surrounding buildings, has stone walls that show signs of long-term weathering and moss in the corners. It didn't even have a gate, so it blocked the entrance with an iron fence.

At this time, the three of them were hiding in the alley opposite the rental apartment, and Al was leaning against the wall, already asleep. Grandin and Lorota each grabbed one of his shoulders to prevent him from slipping into a puddle on the ground.

This is their negotiated plan, using the captain's 'nightmare' ability to conduct reconnaissance. If you find a target, drag her directly into the dream to control her, and then let Lorota and Grandin carry out the follow-up attack.

Grandin stared at the windows of the apartment, which were all closed, a few broken, and also boarded up.

Suddenly, the 'machine's subtle perception allowed him to perceive the captain's shoulders moving.

In the next second, the captain really opened his eyes.

"There was no one else in the apartment except for a porter on the ground floor."

Al spoke for information.

It's also normal that no one will be in the room at this point in time. In the East End, everyone has to get busy for their next meal ration.

"Maybe we came a step late, and the lady left after finishing her promotion."

Grandin said.

They tossed back and forth in the East Side for about 3 hours, and based on his experience, he decided that this amount of time was enough time for the suspect to mix potions and drink them and be promoted.

"Maybe, maybe she's blocked my scouting somehow, anyway, let's go in and ask." Al straightened his collar.

Lorota nodded, did not speak, and followed in silence.

This time, the formation changed, with Grandin, the most inspired, walking in the front, controlling the middle of the El Station, and Lorota in charge of the rear.

They pushed open the rusty fence and entered the door.

The iron bars under the fence rubbed against the concrete floor, creating a loud noise. The sound woke the porter, who was sleeping on a simple long table.

"Who are you?"

Seeing the three guys who obviously didn't look like they were renting a house, the porter first reached out to protect an iron box behind him, and then asked. He was probably in his 40s, with deep-set eyes and a thin body, like a vulture.

"Maybe it's a strip, maybe it's a detective, you can pick any one."

Grandin replied casually.

His attention is more focused on observing his surroundings. The first floor is divided into left and right sides by a narrow corridor. Grandin counted the number of doors, and guessed that the space behind the door was probably only a bed.

"Whether it's a strip! Still a detective! You're not welcome here! ”

The porter's tone was tough, he held the tin box in his arms, and showed a crooked mouth of rotten teeth as he roared.

"But I think you'd definitely welcome this."

Grandin popped out a penny, which slammed into the table and bounced, catching it before it could hit the ground with a pair of salallow hands.

"What are you doing here?"

The porter's tone was much better this time.

"Find someone."

Al stepped forward and pulled out a sketch.

The porter waved his hand impatiently:

"She just came back a few hours ago, and her room is in the attic on the top floor."

"You know who we're looking for?"

Lorota, who entered at the end, was a little puzzled.

"You're not going to come to the docks to carry bags, are you? I'm the only one here who is as well-dressed as you. When the porter had finished speaking, he threw a key and continued in a sarcastic tone:

"'Big Guys' like you are not welcome in the East End, and I don't care why you are looking for her. In short, don't break things, three times the compensation for the breakage, and I won't refund the rent she paid. ”

Grandin took the key, and the three of them walked up the stairs in the same formation.

They waited until they were far enough away from the porter to discuss it.

"Captain, it's a bit unpleasant, the porter says she's not going out, and you say there's only one living man in the apartment...... She didn't just run through the window. ”

Grandin checked the windows of the apartment, and they were all well shut.

If there is no second living person in the apartment, then it can only be that the suspect is dead.

Truth be told, if given a choice, Grandin would rather face a living Sequence 9 than an out-of-control monster.

Al thought of the possibility as well, his brow furrowed even deeper, and Lorota pulled out her long-barreled pistol with a straight shotgun.