With these words, Grandin left her alone, and he began to dismantle the circle on the ground. These things are not visible to ordinary people.

There are also spell casting materials scattered on the ground that have lost their spirituality, which is really convenient to use, but it is also really troublesome to clean up.

He looked left and right, and finally saw a broom and a dustpan under the collapsed stove, which was missing a notch, but barely functional, and he finally didn't have to lie on the ground and pick up the crumbs with his hands.

After this battle, the attic has broken everything that can be broken. Except for the general framework, which is still in good condition, everything else has to be replaced. These cost about 6 gold pounds, and if you follow the porter's 'treble compensation' statement, it will cost 18 gold pounds. But he didn't have to worry about it, let the porter talk to the church.

With that in mind, he pulled half of the unused magnet out of the gap in the corner and put it back in his pocket.

Hugh tentatively took a few steps to the door, and found that the night watchman did not care about her anymore, and this casual gesture made her hesitate.

"And where do I go to find you?"

Hugh's tone was a little hesitant.

When Grandin heard the question, he straightened up and said to Hugh:

"Now let's get to know me again, my name is Grandin Ode, and I'm a night watchman. In order to hide my identity, I advertise myself as an investment manager, a lawyer and, a detective? ”

The role of lawyer has not yet opened, but the investment manager thinks he is doing a decent job. As for the detective, he didn't want to talk about it.

He stroked his chest and gave a standard gentlemanly salute, "I live at 211 Baker Street in the North End, and you can find me there." ”

It was also a test for Hugh. If she walked out of the room without asking anything, he would treat her the next time they met, the same way he would treat her the same way a night watchman would deal with a wild extraordinary.

But now that she is willing to ask for the address, it means that she at least does not resist being an informant for the night watchman, and the two have a basis for cooperation.

Grandin didn't want to force her, because the informants provided information was sometimes very deadly.

Hugh remembered the address, bent down to pick up the beret she had dropped, and then she glared at the smiling Grandin, and then turned away from the place without hesitation.

Granding walked to the window, the moonlight had completely enveloped Beckland, and only a few insect chirpings could be heard in the brick alley. When he looked out, all he could see was some stalls that had not had time to be evacuated, still lying crookedly on the street.

The figure of the little man disappeared from his field of vision after a few ups and downs.

After all this time, the police still did not arrive.

Instead, Al and Lorota, who had chased out, came in through the open window.

"Why don't you go through the main entrance?"

"It's easier."

Al's face didn't change, and he began to straighten his sleeves, which were broken by the iron nails in the window.

"The alleys at night are scary, and you never know which foot you're going to step on first."

This is Lorotta's answer.

Remembering the slippery and soft soles of her boots, she rubbed them against the curly carpet again.

"Didn't catch it?"

Grantin listened to Lorota's explanation, and didn't dwell on what she had stepped on.

"Well, after she rushed out of the brick alley, she quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared."

Exhausted by the constant fighting and pursuit, Al straightened the overturned couch and sat down despite the dust on it.

"What about you?"

"That wild extraordinaire is a decent person, and I plan to develop her into an informant." Grandin told the truth.

"You just have to know it yourself." Al nodded and didn't ask, this kind of development of informants is not uncommon among night watchers.

"Do a good job of confidentiality, we have to be responsible for our own informants."

He gave Grandin one last reminder.

Al looked at the room full of garbage, he had just recovered from the soreness after the battle, and he was about to start having a headache with all kinds of reports again.

Was this case a single case or the beginning of a series of attacks?

The informant who delivered the message to them should have been exposed, and he had to apply for a safe house for the informant......

I always feel that after becoming the captain, I am not as happy as I was when I was a team member.

Al pressed against his temple, a jumble of thoughts running through his mind.

They began to wait for the police together.

Lorota leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, and Grandin and Al began to discuss how to mobilize the informant's agency. It was only after a quarter of an hour that the police finally arrived.

Two police officers, one fat and one thin, probed outside the broken door. Al got up, pulled out his inspector's card, and described the incident as an ordinary robbery, with no casualties.

The police department is connected to the night watchman with the inspector of the national character, and they only need to tell the inspector the real situation tomorrow. Then it's up to him to come up with an excuse that everyone can accept.

Leaving the two officers to clean up the aftermath, they began their return journey.

On the way back, they remained on guard, with Grandin being the first, and he relied on his good instincts to dodge many of the 'bombs' hidden in the night.

When the three of them stopped the carriage and began to head to the North District, no one in the carriage wanted to speak, and everyone was very tired. Only Al, as captain, occasionally spoke up to arrange something.

Searching for suspects and continuing to dig deeper into the case are long-term tasks.

The first stop of the carriage is the Cathedral of St. Samuel, the goddess of the night. Churches of major churches are usually open until the early hours of the morning, so that believers of all professions can have the opportunity to pray. So during this time period, there are not a few people in the prayer hall who close their eyes and pray.

Immediately after showing the night watchman badges, the priest on duty arranged a small prayer room for them to be used exclusively for night watchmen. They did a thorough purification there to avoid some hidden dangers in their bodies that they didn't know about because of the incident just now.

After chanting praises in unison for the goddess's kindness, they made their way back down the underground passage to the Nightwatchman's quarters.

After the prayer, Grandin felt a little more energetic and able to think about issues that he had neglected.

For example, is there a problem with your own Flesh Badge?

"Maybe we can do a divination when we get home."

He thought on the way to the break room.

Due to the special work of the night watchman, the lounge on the third floor will always provide some food that is easy to access at any time. Grandin took two burritos and prepared to serve them as his own dinner.

Al will stay and work overtime today, completing various reporting paperwork and applications. Grandin signed his name in advance where his signature was required.

Lorota also signed her name in the same gourd, and she didn't know who had broken whom.

When they parted under the sewage treatment center building, the two said goodnight to each other. Grandin played a gentlemanly spirit and let the lady go first in the carriage. He himself waited a little longer before stopping another passing carriage.

By the time he reached his manicured lawn, the crimson moon was already high in the night sky, and two servants of the night vigil were passing by the side of the road with kerosene lamps.