"Meow~"

As soon as the day dawned, a flower cat walked gracefully along the roof to find its companion, sniffed each other, and then changed shifts.

Mosk is very big, the Romanov kingdom is very large, and cats are also a scarce resource, after all, there are very few cats who are willing to make money on their own, and among them, cats and cats who are willing to go to the cold and cold and deep mountains and old forests are a minority of the few.

Under the leadership of the church, cats have become sought-after pets, and on average, each family can adopt one, which is not a compulsory measure, it is completely voluntary.

What the Church of Truth can do is to hold a 'blind date' for people who are willing to adopt cats, and only when both parties agree can they sign the cohabitation document and get the formalities.

Because of the existence of cats and cats who have been blessed by the goddess and can speak to people, communication is not a big problem, and each church has a special cat translator whose job is to translate cat language into the local language.

Streets, shops, hotels. In every city, cats can be found everywhere, they do not need to hunt, they rely on the strong human breeding and industrial system to survive.

However, considering the rate at which cats are reproducing, it may not take a few years for cats to become overcrowded, and the church is looking for a way to solve this problem and control the number of cats to a certain extent.

At present, the number of cats is still under control, and there is no sign of getting out of control.

As the morning mist clears and the streets become more crowded, the Nikko Hotel on St. Peter's Street opens its doors for the day.

The proprietress yawned and made herself a cup of coffee, picked up the newspaper and was about to flip through it, when a figure suddenly walked in the door and raised her right hand at her.

The gem flashed away, the proprietress shivered, and felt that her consciousness disappeared for a moment, and the guests who had just entered the door disappeared, the sun was just right on the street, and the coffee in her hand was cold.

Nikko Hotel is one of the few 'clean' shops in Mosk, the so-called 'clean' sign, is specially set up for some groups allergic to cats and other hair allergies, there will be no cats in the store, cats should also be careful not to enter when patrolling, at most stay on the roof to eavesdrop.

Fat Tangerine once said that this would make a hole in the control area of the cat army and increase unnecessary risks, but Ma Wei believes that this is the only way to get on the right track, and the so-called seeking common ground while reserving differences is to allow the existence of different voices.

There are those who like cats, there are those who don't like cats, there are too many factors in all aspects, it is impossible to list them one by one, whether cats can change human concepts, is to rely on their own efforts and not to teach brainwashing.

Just like the Bloodlines, the Church has never actively promoted them, and at first people did not recognize the Bloodlines, but over time, the Bloodlines have gradually been accepted by the people, and their unique supernatural powers have become less terrifying.

Especially after the emergence of the Immortal Realm, the last bit of conflict between the blood clan and the human race has also been resolved, and the estrangement between them has been further digested.

In today's Northern Alliance, transcendent creatures have become the norm to walk around the streets, and the Seran people often go shopping, they are one of the richest transcendent creatures, with deep pockets, they can buy whatever they like, and if they run out of money, they can exchange a lot of money for just a few tears.

Transcendent creatures are another large group of people who promote consumption, and thanks to them, everyone has benefited, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a win-win.

It's not just humans who will show signs of allergies, transcendent creatures can also have allergic reactions, Ma Wei thought it was incredible when he heard about it for the first time, but the reality is magicalism, there is no need to talk about logic at all, everything is possible.

The 'clean' hotel, which is not allowed to enter the house, is surprisingly good, as can be seen from the headscarf of the proprietress wrapping her head, and the most noteworthy thing about the store is the hygienic environment, which is clean and spotless from the inside out.

Correspondingly, the price of the clean hotel is also very expensive, but some transcendent creatures are rich, such as the Seran people who like to be clean and quiet, in order to take care of their needs, the hotel has a special water room, which has a huge pool, and the water source will be changed every day to meet the needs of the Seran people.

The easy-to-lose group is not only cats and cats, but also dogs, giant apes, night wolves and many other existences, which is actually a bit offensive, but fortunately, the giant ape clan is simple-minded, and they don't think about it at all, and the night wolf clan is changed by humans, as long as they wear wolf head black, they can live in human form, and there is no resistance to the clean logo.

Jingle Bell –

Jingle Bell –

The bell above her head rang, and the proprietress didn't care about what had just happened, so she hurriedly put down the newspaper, came to the door of the corresponding room according to the room number under the bell, and knocked on the door.

Knock knock.

The door did not open, but a bill was handed out from under the crack in the door, and the proprietress bent down to pick it up, turned around and went downstairs.

Anyone who runs a hotel knows that the habits of the guests are strange, especially the shops that deal with otherworldly creatures, and they must not be surprised when they encounter any strange things.

In contrast, the mysterious guest in room 202 is quite normal.

The guests of room 202 moved in two months ago, and have been renewing the lease in this way, and they are very generous, and they never delay in paying the room fee, and the proprietress is too lazy to ask the reason, she has to take care of so many guests every day, how can she have time to pay attention to these?

Just make money.

The guests of room 309 upstairs have been renting for three months in a row, which is longer than room 202!

The hostess didn't say anything!

Back at the front desk downstairs, as soon as the banknotes were recorded, a cat meow came from outside the door, and the proprietress hurriedly took out a small dried fish, wanting to remind the cat not to enter the store.

It was not only the cat that appeared at the door, but also a young man in a black suit, fair-skinned and carrying a briefcase, who was handsome and had an intoxicating smile, which was very elegant.

"Hello, I'm Raki Sims, Commissioner of the Second Investigation Bureau of the Aurora Society, and this is my ID"

Standing outside the door, the young man took out the black notebook from his bosom and handed it to the proprietress .

When I opened the ID, the black-and-white photo that greeted me was the young man in front of him, and even the smile was exactly the same, but in the race column. It's written about the Bloodline!

Although it was a blood clan, the proprietress did not show surprise, returned the documents, and said calmly: "What's the matter with you?" Do you have a qualification examination? Obviously I just checked it last month."

"You misunderstood, our Second Bureau of Investigation is responsible for extraordinary creatures, it should be said that the Aurora Society is responsible for events related to extraordinary powers, and the normal qualification review is a matter for the business administration department, and it has nothing to do with us."

"For a number of reasons, I need to check your establishment, and I need you to provide a check-in list and guest registration information. ”

"Ahh

The proprietress thought for a moment and felt that Ruche didn't seem to have a choice, more like a notice than a discussion.

The tone is gentle enough, and the attitude is polite enough.

Seeing the proprietress walk into the store and take out the register, Lachey skillfully opened the briefcase, took out a pair of shoe covers from it and put them on the shoes, patted the clothes on her body again, and then walked into the store.

The cat that brought it was quietly squatting outside the store, waiting silently.

Flipping through the register, Rage pointed to the number of several long-term residents and asked, "Have you seen these guests?" ”

"The guests in room 202 are rare, because I work 2 days off and 2 days off, and I often work night shifts, so I don't see him much, sometimes he goes out in the morning, sometimes he doesn't."

The hostess said: "The guests of room 309 are often seen, she is a very beautiful woman, and a gorgeous carriage often comes to pick her up in the evening, and only comes back the next morning with a tired face. She loves to eat croissants, huh. ”

"What about the guests in Room 401?" Rage asked: "There is a man and a woman living in this room, and they have paid for a month's room from the beginning, and they have been staying for half a month. ”

"They're just an ordinary couple!" The proprietress was a little puzzled: "Commissioner Rakhi, what happened?" No one has ever looked into a hotel so closely before! ”

Rage smiled slightly: "These are all confidential, I can't tell you, please don't worry, I have to do a few more tests on you, soon." ”

As he spoke, Rage pulled out a tuning fork from his briefcase, a metal ball with a hollowed-out center containing a small silver ball, and a bottle of strange gray liquid.

The proprietress had never seen these props before, and just as she was curious, Ratchey blew at the metal ball containing the silver ball, and the next second, the metal ball suddenly flew up, rotating around the proprietress from top to bottom, spinning faster and faster, and moving in a regular circle.

When turning, the silver ball inside remains stable at all times, and does not emit a sharp popping sound.

"It seems that you don't have any magic items with you, and you don't have any magic fluctuations in your body."

Rage nodded, and picked up the tuning fork on the side: "In order to prevent you from shielding your breath with Mithril, I will conduct a second test on you, and if you pass, you don't have to drink the truth potion." ”

Bite!

The tuning fork hummed sharply, and the sound waves were transmitted in bursts, spreading in all directions, and Ratchey closed his eyes and collected the returning sound waves like a bat, restoring the form of the proprietress in his mind.

Combined with the racial talent of the blood clan, the proprietress was all detected by Raki, whether it was blood flow or hip flesh and bones, and it was also determined that the proprietress did not carry accessories.

"Good."

Rudge smiled, and then struck a second bang.

This time, the hum of the tuning fork was even sharper, as if with a hook, straight into the depths of the soul, the proprietress shook, and once again there was a trance of consciousness, and countless forgotten memories poured out in an instant, and the headache was splitting.

"Ahh

The proprietress squatted down with her head covered, unable to bear the pain of her mind about to burst, and seeing this scene, Ratche's face quickly became gloomy.

When the proprietress eased up and slowly got up, Lachey motioned for her to sit in a chair.

"Did I pass?"

"Shh

Rage pulled out the cork and handed the bottle with the gray liquid to the proprietress and said, "Take a sip, not too much." ”

The proprietress who was in pain just now trembled and said, "This is. What? ”

"Truth potion, chocolate, if you don't like it, I've got strawberry flavor here."

Rage pulled out a pink bottle of Truth Elixir from his briefcase.

"I'm asking if it's going to be like the one you just did?"

"No, the elixir will not be harmful to your body, the reason why you are in pain just now is because your memory has been tampered with, and there is a state of confusion under the influence of sound waves." Ratchet said expressionlessly, "Normal people don't feel pain when they hear sound waves. ”

"My memory has been tampered with?" The hostess was shocked, she didn't remember it at all!

When, exactly?

"Please rest assured that if something happens while you cooperate with the investigation, Aurora will be fully responsible."

"Oh, I want strawberry flavor."

Syllable!

The pink truth spitting agent was handed in front of her, and the proprietress took a small sip, sweet, and smashed her mouth, feeling that the taste was not bad, as sweet as sugar water.

"Don't drink too much."

Rage stopped the proprietress who wanted to take another bite and took the bottle back and capped it.

"Didn't you say that the truth potion is not harmful to my body?"

"There's really no harm."

"Then why can't you drink more?"

"Because it is expensive, the quota of this thing is limited, and if you use it too much, you need to write a report to apply." Rage is very patient, and this is also part of the on-the-job training.

It is almost certain that the elixir of truth-spitting, which has a powerful effect, will be restricted, just like a police gun, the loss and loss must be reported in time, and the problem must be held accountable.

What's more, this thing tastes like that, don't you really like to buy a bottle of sugar water?

Licking her lips, the proprietress didn't feel any changes in her body, and Cracy had already opened the notepad and began to ask her.

"Your name?"

"Roy O'Brien."

"Age?"

"35 years old."

"Have you been in contact with otherworldly beings recently? Who are they? ”

"Yes, Miss Ayina in room 101, who is a member of the Seran family, and her best friend Christina, who often asks me to change the water, and Bert Perry in room 507, who always harasses me and says greasy love things to me, hell. I have a husband! It wouldn't be impossible if it looked more handsome, anyway, my husband hasn't had sex with me for a long time, and I'm feeling sick! ”

The proprietress covered her mouth suddenly, her eyes widened in horror, and she realized that she had said too much.

The point is.

Rudge wrote down what she said word for word!

Noticing her panicked gaze, Raki glanced up for a moment, then crossed out the second half and said, "Have you ever heard of Seecola, the god of judgment?" ”

"Nope."

"Did you accept any money other than the room fee?"

The proprietress tried her best to stop her tongue, and even tried to cover her mouth, but just a look at Raki made her involuntarily lower her arm.

"Mr. Madden in room 205 gave me 50 yuan the day before yesterday and asked me to find two prostitutes for it, so I went to the next street to spend 5 yuan to find the two cheapest ones, and ate 45 yuan in rebates, anyway, these extraordinary creatures can't see the beauty and ugliness of human beings."

Rage pursed his lips and nodded, and commented in a timely manner: "It's not quite right, but it's not too big a problem, is there still a problem?" ”

"Nope."

"Well, I'm done asking, I'll call my colleagues to come next, please don't be nervous, if it goes well, you won't die."

"Isn't it going well?"

"I'm going to die, too."

(End of chapter)