Ronan University has been closed on suspicion of violating the Vigil Ordinance, and all campus personnel are not allowed to go out.

More than a dozen sheriffs from the East Block came and cordoned off the perimeter of the university.

They will conduct a thorough investigation of Ronan University to make sure that not a single clue is missed.

It's mainly to see if Caterina will leave some traces of her life, which may play a key role in finding her.

The president of Ronan University, an elderly woman with gray hair, was clearly not very happy with the sheriff's actions.

But with the words "Vigil Regulations", no matter how dissatisfied she is, there is no way.

Out of sorts?

Don't let anything happen to you!

In Antar's words, how this school will enroll students in the future before a major situation is not on its radar.

Ronan University, as an old school with a good reputation, actually happened to Heidi and Alice.

itself

It is a manifestation of dereliction of duty.

Lynden couldn't help but feel a little emotional as he watched the sheriffs busy on campus while the students were confined to the dormitories, looking at them fearfully through the windows.

They are all innocent students,

We should not let this unwarranted disaster affect our lives.

And all of this is to blame on the person who is suspected of hiding in the shadows.

"Let's go! My colleague arrived. ”

When they came, they called a carriage master.

Antar helped Linden to falsify his identity, and he did not declare it, so he needed to hide it from his immediate boss.

Using the carriage of the security station, it is difficult to explain it when you look back.

Lyndon followed him to the school gate, where a straw-pulling donkey cart appeared in front of him, driven by an old man.

He held a whip in one hand and a coarse cigarette in the other.

This coarse smoke was quite popular among the workers and peasants of the city of Love.

"This is Enova, who has the same part-time job as me."

Antar vaguely introduced him.

The Night's Watch needs to keep their identities secret, and they need to hide this dangerous job from everyone around them.

Especially ordinary residents.

Involving ordinary residents in a possible threat is also prohibited under the Vigil Ordinance.

"You're Linden?"

Enovan's pronunciation is strange, as if it has a rough dialect flavor,

"I've heard Antar mention you several times as a capable weirdo."

"Thank you."

"Get in the car and take you to meet the rest of our group."

Linden sat down on a straw pile with Antar, and after sitting still, he asked:

"Do you have several groups?"

"About seven or eight...... You know, Loft City is so big, it's very difficult for us to move if we don't work in groups...... Enovan, how do you catch the car! ”

The donkey cart was apparently not as smooth as a horse-drawn cart, and when it pressed over a hollow in the road, the cart shook violently.

"That can't be helped, I'm just this stupid donkey, you can either lend me your dark horse."

"You can say it, my good horse pulls straw for you? What a dream! ”

"What does Mr. Enovan usually do?"

"You don't need to call me sir, just call me by name."

Enovan didn't look back, but raised the whip in his hand,

"I'm just a delivery man, barely supporting my family, and I can't be called a gentleman."

"I think all those who earn money for their own work."

Antar sneered and revealed:

"But the one who violates the "Vigil Regulations" and goes to work in the middle of the night, and finally falls into the devil, must be a fool."

"Antar, do you want me to tell me all those things?"

Enovan's words choked Antar into words, and he chose to lie down in the straw pile and not answer.

"Why do I want to work in the middle of the night, hehe."

The old delivery man spat out a puff of cigarette and laughed self-deprecatingly,

"I'm an outsider, I don't understand the rules of Loft City, is there anything wrong with wanting to add something good to my family?"

"Are you an outsider too?"

"Well, I've been here for about thirty years, and I've been here for more than 30 years, and I've watched this kid join Antar."

"Your family must be proud of you."

"Probably!"

Lyndon saw Enovan's back tremble a few times,

The amplitude is small, but he still keenly captures it,

"If they're alive."

……

Silent all the way, the donkey cart drove to the East Street Security Station.

Lyndon got out of the car with Antar, and Enovavan said he had to make deliveries, so he didn't get out of the car with them.

Seeing the old man leave, Linden asked Antar:

"What happened to his family?"

"If the demon is dead, what can he do, the family will live him. If the old man's daughter hadn't died, it would have been three generations in the same house. ”

"It's a poor man."

"Who isn't!"

Antar shrugged,

"Come with me, there should be the boss in the group at this time."

"Everyone else is sheriff too?"

"Not exactly, it's just that we're in the office.

Our boss is also the boss of the East Street Security Station. ”

It turned out to be the director, no wonder that with an ordinary sheriff in Antar, he can also call on a lot of people.

All of this is instructed by a superior person.

Pushing open the door, Linden saw neat rows of desks and several large tin bookcases.

Several sheriffs in charge of civilian work are at their workstations, devoting themselves to the vast sea of archives.

Hearing the door open, they looked up, glanced at the two Lindens, and quickly got back to work.

In the open room, there were about thirty or so empty tables, and these sheriffs should have been sent out.

At the end of the room, there is a separate room enclosed by frosted glass.

On its gate, there is a conspicuous sign.

[Director's single room, nothing to enter]

"Our boss is usually busy with work, and no one can disturb him casually."

The two of them walked through the desk and the iron cabinet and walked to the director's room.

Antar hooked his fingers and tapped on the door.

"Boss, I brought the person you wanted!"

Waited a few seconds, no response.

Lyndon frowned,

Isn't it going to happen at the police station?

The leader of the night watch?

In your own private office?

Antar's brow was furrowed, too.

"Boss! I've knocked on the door! ”

The door opened, and Lyndon looked in,

It's more of a multi-purpose living room than an office.

From sofas to single beds, to gym equipment, to desks, chairs, bookcases......

Every piece of furniture is a manifestation of luxury.

On the sofa, a man in a black suit, with a magazine on his head,

Lie upright.

Linden pointed at him and smiled at Antar:

"Is this a compulsory course for the Night's Watch?"

"What nonsense! The boss is obviously overworked, tired and fainted. ”

"That magazine is Loft City Entertainment Weekly."

"Is it possible that Entertainment Weekly is the one that hides the most information?"

"Okay."