After turning over and entering the yard, I first touched the warehouse, but the warehouse did not seem to be where she had been locked up except for a mess of some household utensils. There were also a few small rooms in the courtyard, and I searched all the places I could think of where people could be held, including the cellar. She's not here.

It made me feel a little better, at least she probably hadn't been abused like Ralph did.

It's much easier to crawl the outer walls of the tavern than inside, and there are not only thugs watching the scene, but also a few gnomes wandering around. With my memory of the last time, I first checked the room where the number was picked, and it seemed that business was much better today than it was that day, and there were only four or five girls left in it, and Lucille was not among them.

Climbing up to the windows on the second and third floors, I spied on the describable and indescribable things that were happening in each window. Still not found. Lucille is really gone.

I haven't seen the big man since he entered the tavern, and I'm sure he's not a benefactor here, so where has he gone?

Perhaps this should be a gentle interrogation of the tavernkeeper, the quickest way to get the information I want. But in this way, my whereabouts were completely exposed. Tie her up then? But time doesn't seem to be permitting.

Thinking about it again, isn't it true that I am exposed now? Now that Lucille has been taken away and her fate is unknown, my whereabouts should also be exposed. That means that if necessary, Edward is likely to do something to me as well.

In that case, if you strike first and then suffer, I don't need to be polite to them. With that in mind, I sneaked into the tavern and touched the old woman's room.

There was a faint smell of jasmine in the old woman's room, and the smell on her body was much greater than in this room. This room was very nicely decorated. The carpet on the floor feels great, and I don't know much about carpets to tell that the price of this room must be extraordinary.

The room was a suite inside and out, and her bedroom had a wall made into a wardrobe with all sorts of even extraornate clothes. It seems that doing this business is still very profitable.

Leaning sideways, my hand touched the wall of the wardrobe, trying to feel something different. Sure enough, a dark compartment was found in one corner of the cupboard, but there was nothing more useful to find in it except for a box full of jewels.

It is impossible for a woman like this to love to read, and I even doubt that she is illiterate. There was not a single correspondence in her room. I don't even have an account book.

And just as I was digging up, I heard the door open, and the woman returned. Since I'm back so early, I'm not welcome.

The muttering woman had just walked into the bedroom, and I had dodged behind the door. Before she could scream, I covered her mouth. The dagger in her right hand was pressed against her throat.

She whined in horror, trying to break free from my strong arms. I pushed the blade forward again.

"If you don't want to be a corpse now, shut up, even if you shout out, I can stab you to death and escape through the window." I pressed to her ear and lowered my voice to send the words into her ear.

She stopped struggling, but still whining from her throat.

"I ask, you answer." I said. "If I find out you're playing tricks, I'll give you some blood."

I gently let go of the hand that was covering her mouth. The sharp blade of the dagger stuck to her throat.

"What the hell do you want to do?" The old woman's voice told me she was now filled with fear.

"Where's Lucille?"

"She's really sick."

"You're lying!"

"Believe me, she's really sick."

"This is your second lie, and if the next one is still a lie, I'll break your ribs. Where did you take him? I continued.

"She's really not here, he's sent to quarantine!"

I pushed her to the ground, and before she could scream, I kicked her in the left flank. She let out a muffled grunt and curled up in a ball. I rolled her over and pressed my knees against her abdomen, her face wrinkled in pain.

If men are going to take pity on me, I'm obviously not doing enough in some areas, like now.

I grabbed her by the neck and put the dagger down her thigh. "Honestly, where is she? After telling the truth, I'll let you go. I said through gritted teeth.

She just closed her eyes and wanted to wail from her throat. "If you continue to struggle, I'll cut a sausage-length cut on your pretty thigh right now."

However, she didn't seem to want to listen to me at this time. I held her mouth down and plunged the dagger into her lap. She was already trembling uncontrollably, and I covered her mouth so hard that she couldn't scream.

Answer the question. Where did she go! "I knew she was going to say it, because she was nodding her head at this point.

I slowly let go of my left hand covering her mouth. The old woman cried and said, "She was taken!" It was Eaton, Eaton beat her away, and I don't know where she was taken! That's all I know! ”

"Then why did you lie to me."

"Eton said that if there is a stranger, especially a stranger who comes to Lucille, he must report it to him."

"Eaton is the big guy with the flat head?"

"Yes, yes!" Her tears had spent, and all the makeup on her face had been spent.

"Where was she taken?"

"I don't know!"

"You, as the owner of this place, will you not know that your people are taken away?"

"I'm not the boss here, Edward is."

Edward...... Sure enough, it was him.

"You know where you got Lucille!"

"It was sent by Eaton, I don't know."

"You know the Peg tailor shop, you're still lying!"

"I don't know what tailor you're talking about!"

The dagger in her hand twisted slightly, and the old woman's body trembled violently.

"I really don't know! Leave me alone! That's all I know! ”

"No, no, no, you haven't told me where she was taken! You're not going to let her go, are you? I twisted the dagger again.

"Oil Pressing Street! There's a warehouse at 27 Oil Pressing Street! ”

"Didn't he take him to the quarantine center?"

"They sometimes put kidnappers there!"

"Where's Oil Pressing Street?"

"Not far from here, three streets." Her face was no longer just white from the gouache she had smeared, and she was about to collapse.

I was almost done, and I knocked her unconscious with a punch. I need to find Lucille before this woman wakes up or is found. Tear open the sheets and bandage the old woman's legs, then tie her up and stuff her under the bed.

The street sign made it easy for me to find the place. A warehouse indeed! It's just that when I got closer, I found that the door to the warehouse was open!

Gently pushing open the door, I found that it was pitch black in this warehouse, and I felt even more bottomless. Is this a trap or something else?

I didn't have the courage to go straight in, so I opened the doors of the two warehouses. By the light of the moon, which was not bright, a man lay on the ground, and there was nothing black on the ground that flowed all over the ground, and you don't have to guess what it is!

Drawing my sword sharply, I rushed in.

The people on the ground are out of breath. But the body was still warm, and it had just been killed. A deep wound on his neck killed him. I kept looking inside, but it was so dark in the huge warehouse that I couldn't see my fingers.

Pulling out the flint, I lit the extinguished oil lamp. A horrific scene unfolded before my eyes. Several other people were killed in the warehouse, blood spilling all over the ground. I walked around the corpses, next to an iron cage, and the big man I had tracked was lying on the side, but the angle of his neck twisting was a bit exaggerated.

The cage was opened, leaving only the severed rope to throw there. Someone got there first......

Looking at this mess, I had a feeling in my heart that Lucille should be safe now! But when I think about it, this matter is troublesome. This account of the warehouse will definitely be counted on my head. With the old woman with the big, I really couldn't eat and walked around.

Coming out of the warehouse, there were some blood stains left on the ground. It seems that the person who rescued her must have been injured, but it was only a matter of time before this way of escape was overtaken. I carried the oil lamp and followed the occasional bloodstain to a slum a dozen streets away from the warehouse.

The slum is not very large, and one of the more than 30 dilapidated huts has a faint light.

Some slums have dogs, but there are no barking dogs, so I guess if there are dogs, they will be slaughtered and eaten by hungry people. Another drop of blood appeared on the ground. I leaned down and wiped it up with my fingers.

I smiled, got up and walked forward. Except for the faint sound of footsteps coming from under my feet, my ears were now listening to everything around me, including the sounds I heard coming from inside the house as I approached the outside of the house.

The voice puzzled me, and the wet sound was all too familiar to me.

The sound stopped. "Does it still hurt?" This faint voice is familiar to me.

"It's not a big deal." The voice of a young man.

"Will they find us?" The voice was full of worry.

"We'll get out of here early tomorrow morning." The young man's voice was very powerful. "My dear, since I can get you out, I will definitely protect you. I swear! ”

The girl began to cry. "I don't know how to thank you! Lawrence! Really, I never thought I'd make it out of that place alive! ”

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, and I can give my life for you."

"Nope! I want you alive, we all get out of here and find a safe place to live! ”

"I love you, Lucille."

Hearing this, I gently lowered the dagger in my hand.