The elven man, codenamed Merchant, must first be interrogated before being escorted to prison.

Whether it was Rhode Island, which was the first to restrain him, or the police station that received him later, they would try to get information from him.

However, at that time, Omer was still unconscious and could not participate in the on-site interrogation, so he could only obtain information through Rhode Island later.

But according to the information provided by Rhode Island, this man was quite cooperative with the investigation.

Name, age, gender, district registration, current address, identity certificate, etc., are all given very completely, and when answering the motive for the crime and the organization involved, they are also very simple.

And all passed the polygraph test.

Kingsley. Moore, codenamed Merchant, is indeed a businessman, who once engaged in scalping and smuggling and was once detained, and is a habitual offender with a criminal record.

Now it is engaged in the more lucrative smuggling of monster cards, and is active in the gray field.

It has cooperated with a number of companies, including the Yugel company, with whom Omer used to quarrel.

There's a lot to be said about these things, but these illegal transactions are the focus of the police, and with limited interrogation time, Rhode Island cares more about where the key to extracting the power of the monster comes from - and this is related to the organization called the 'Hall of Origin'.

And then at this point - this guy is useless.

He couldn't tell the number of members of the organization, he couldn't say the membership of the organization, and even if he took several mental polygraphs to confirm the truth, he really didn't know and didn't care.

After all, the organization itself never organizes any team building, and even the cooperation requires members to be private.

Merchants who once tried to invite them to partner in business stopped paying attention to their companions when the invitation failed.

"So, you need a partner?"

The two-man race from afar enters the middle game.

Aumer turned around and handed the stopwatch to the Bourbon, and under the curious gazes of the others, he walked to the edge of the training ground.

"Of course. Moreover, you're a mercenary, right? ”

"Firm mercenaries, to be exact."

"I know what you mean, we can have some cooperation that doesn't have to go beyond the law."

"How can I say it, I actually don't understand that you naturally mention cooperation with such a face, and it is clear that we were still fist-to-claw yesterday." Omer turned his head, and the pair of sisters in the distance, who were becoming more and more fast, reflected in the red-glowing pupils.

When talking to fugitive criminals or something, I always feel that the tall black horse lady is more suitable for this.

"But you're calm, aren't you?" The other party asked rhetorically.

"I should indeed be excited when the question of worry comes to my door, but I am not such a person who gets angry so easily."

"That's enough, mercenary, you just need to understand that I'm a businessman." The other replied.

"Isn't the word merchant enough to explain it all?"

"Are you sure you're not a gambler?"

"I don't deny that it's really risky to contact you directly," "Even contact me with the affairs I left in the mercenary office, this will be recorded, merchant." ”

Omo was surprised that the other party gambled so thoroughly.

"Those kinds of questions are trivial, are you procrastinating? Count on the cops to lock down my location through this communication. The other party said.

"Of course not, I wonder if the businessman always speaks in such a convoluted way."

"It's that simple, I like your high compatibility with the monster card, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I can not only recommend you to the Hall of Return......"

"And?"

"And I also have a Mefilas card, you should be interested."

"Interested?"

"Do you have to make that clear? The original owner of your beta igniter. ”

"In that case, I'll need some time to think about it."

"Before today, how?" The merchant asked, "In that case, you will only have half a day to gather a strip and come to me." ”

"It doesn't have to be that direct, but let's do it at this time." Omer replied, turning his head to look at the finish line.

At first glance, Sunday's tranquility surpassed Manchester City's Tea House by at least two horses.

A member of the URA Association who has long retired and runs around, he is still far better than his sister when he runs seriously.

But that's fine, if the café really catches up with the Sunday tranquility, it will be pretty bad.

He needs 'desire' to deepen the motivation of the other party, and only distance can pull up the pace of catching up.

The so-called dreams and so-called ideals are nothing more than the "desire" that eats away the soul.

The deep hunger and thirst is not on your lips, and you don't think about it often, it is only deeply imprinted in your heart, and you will do everything in your power to satisfy that desire.

Whether you're exhausted or scarred, you're on a path to pursue it.

The most profound of them don't even care about the way they are sought:

"I'll get back to you by 24." Omer said calmly.

"Yes," replied the merchant, "I am looking forward to your reply. ”

The call hung up, and Omer raised his hand and slid it on the light screen, calling up the recording file kept by the terminal itself.

He looked at the MP4 file that took up a small memory, thought for a moment, and then looked at the crowd in the distance.

Because of the results of the race over there, several little girls were gathering to communicate with each other, and because it was inevitable to talk about the trainer's opinion, they turned their eyes to this side.

In addition, his colleague Yutaka Nishizaki and Akane Shinjo, a monster research assistant, had also paid frequent attention to the call on his side before, as if they had noticed something.

Now, his gaze was on these people.

He waved his hand and pointed to the light screen on the side, indicating that there was still something to do.

Then he knocked on the number of the nearest Metropolitan Police Department, submitted for verification of his identity, and said:

"Excuse me, help me transfer to the Security Bureau of the Two Realms."

These days, the cost of calling the police hotline to report a false police call is too high, because you can leave a trace, even if you contact through a public phone booth that has not yet been abandoned, and it is not difficult to find out your identity from the surveillance.

And if you call with a real-name terminal number——

- The moment you dial, your resume has been retrieved by the police department's AI, and even what cases you have been involved in will be displayed.

Based on this basis, his request was not obtrusive, and he was easily allowed to process it, and then after a brief AI mechanical prompt, a human voice was heard:

"Hey, is that Mr. Linton?"

Omer had aspired to a job at the Security Bureau of the Two Realms in the Gate District.

But this is the first time I have communicated with the other party's liaison in this way.

And it's going to be said the first time...... Ome cleared his throat with a complicated heart, and replied:

"Yes, I think I can help you with the case of the Hall of Origin."

"The Hall of Return...? Please wait. The liaison's voice was unabashedly surprised, and the pause that followed was presumably a search for the file.

"Okay." Ommer, who responded softly, looked again at the group gathered not far away to chat.

There are fewer people there.

The footsteps of the young man were very clear, and he made a small circle to get close to him, but he turned his head and raised his hand as a way of driving away.

The latter immediately put on a regretful expression.

It's a monster research assistant who hasn't registered in the office yet, and she seems to like to have a lot of fun.

The buzz wasn't just about the training of the girls over there, but the kind that Ormer reminded her to watch on TV yesterday.

But the current process is not like that, but more troublesome......

"Mr. Linton, I need to report this matter to the Enforcement Section so that they can talk to you."

"No problem, please help me transfer."

"Okay."

Or maybe it's even more boring......

"Hello, Mr. Linton, I'm the deputy chief of the Security Service Enforcement Section."

"Hello, Deputy Section Chief."

"I received a report that you can help with the case of the Church of Return?"

"Yes, I guess you think I'm going to give some information."

But if it's done well, it might be interesting......

"Other than that, I think it's too bold." said the deputy section chief.

"But I do want to say that I might have the opportunity to be part of that kind of organization."

(End of chapter)