Without waiting for Angel to ask, the other party sat on the seat and said his request like a cannonball.

It turned out that his daughter had been missing for nearly a week, and he had tried to call the police, tried to find the detective, but to no avail, and the detective even tactfully told him that in Beckland, young women who had been missing for more than three days had little hope of being recovered.

He had now turned to the gods, to the ethereal divination.

Thank you so much......

Hearing that the other party regarded divination as the last straw after all the plans were exhausted, Angel could barely hold back the smile on his face.

Receiving the crumpled missing person notice handed by the man, Angel stopped complaining and complaining in her heart and read it carefully.

The missing person notice depicts a girl of about 15 years old, with a sweet face and long hair, and some keywords underneath: Emily O'Neill, brown hair, black eyes, wearing a pale yellow dress and a satchel with grammar and arithmetic textbooks at the time of her disappearance.

"Mr. O'Neel, can you elaborate on what happened before Emily disappeared?"

Putting down the missing person notice, Angel looked at the haggard father again, who subconsciously took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but looked at Angel and put the cigarette and lighter back in his pocket.

"She went to school that day, not far from home, at the comprehensive school on the North and Joe Wood districts, but I didn't see her back until late at night......"

Mr. O'Neill went to the school overnight, questioned the teacher who was teaching, and learned that Emily had left with her classmates after school that day, and then searched the road between the school and his home to no avail, and he called the police.

Of course, like everyone who ends up seeking divination, seeking help from the occult, the police, and even detectives who don't have extraordinary abilities, can't do anything.

Within a week, the father, who loved his daughter dearly, had become scruffy and thin, unable to even care about work and his tearful wife, and was out and about every day looking for a way like crazy.

"I see, did you bring anything she uses a lot, or any close-fitting clothing?"

After listening to the girl's disappearance, Angel put down the citrine pendant that had been unlocked and took out the magic mirror.

I'm afraid only the true occult can help this gentleman.

"Yes, yes," Mr. O'Neill said, apparently pointed, as he hurriedly pulled out a delicate stationery bag, "She's used this stationery bag for a year and a half, and I just bought her a new one, but luckily she hasn't thrown it away." ”

Although it is not a personal item, it can be used long enough to leave enough connections.

Angel took the stationery bag, put the magic mirror on the bag, faced herself, stroked the mirror, and muttered:

"The Magic Mirror tells me, where is Emily O'Nell now?"

Only she could see the fog flickered, and the mirror first turned pitch black, and then several images appeared, much to Angel's relief—the subject of the sooth was still alive.

In the picture, a little girl with brown hair in a pale yellow dress is roughly pulled into a carriage without a logo.

The carriage drove past low buildings and filthy streets, past crowds of homeless people on the side of the road, a crossbody bag was thrown out the window, and several homeless people swarmed up.

Shortly after entering a small two-story building, the carriage came out again, made a circle, and headed in the other direction.

Following the carriage, Angel sees a familiar building, but then the image disappears as if distracted, and her slightly expectant expression reappears.

After taking a deep breath and sorting out what he saw in the magic mirror divination, Angel looked at Mr. O'Nell who looked nervous.

"Your daughter, Miss Emily, has indeed been kidnapped......"

"Who is it? Where is it? Tell me! ”

Mr. O'Neill almost jumped to his feet, asked one question after another, and then, sensing some excitement himself, sat down in his chair again.

"Sorry, I'm a little ...... But how do you know? Is it just this little mirror? ”

"It's called Magic Mirror Divination, and your daughter was missing with a blue satchel, about this big, with a row of tassels on the side......"

In order to gain his trust, Angel tells the appearance of the satchel thrown away by the kidnapper in the divination picture, which is not detailed on the missing person notice.

"That's right, it's hers!" Mr. O'Neel's eyes turned red with excitement, "Is she still alive?" Where can I find her? ”

"I've only gotten a portion of the information, well, do you have a map? East End and Joe Wood District. ”

Angel took a map that O'Neil had taken out from under his trench coat and found that it already had notes in different handwriting, perhaps from the detectives he had hired earlier.

"The location where she was kidnapped is likely to be this location in the Joe Wood District......"

Based on the images she obtained, she circled an area on the map and then drew a line to point to the eastern district.

"Then the carriage headed to the East End, stopping briefly in a small two-story building, then departing in the other direction, passing a very characteristic building on Dharavi Street, and then returning to Joewood, if it was in the direction."

Marking several important locations and connecting them with each other, Angel sketched out the route of the kidnappers, but she was unable to confirm the final stop of the carriage due to insufficient or interrupted divination information at the end.

Luckily, there was an important landmark she had seen, a street-crossing apartment on Dharavi Street, where Dominique and Sonia had lived.

As for the two-story building, there are thousands of similar buildings in the East District, and Angel has no way to confirm the specific location.

"The only clue now is where they stayed, I suggest you find a private investigator and follow the route to find Emily is still alive at the moment, but not necessarily after that."

"Thank you, thank you!"

O'Neill first held the map and looked at it carefully, as if to imprint the route drawn with a red pen in his mind, and then carefully folded it and put it away before continuing:

"I'm going to go find the best detective and start the investigation as soon as possible, heh, I just thought I'd tried it all at first, and I didn't expect you to ......," he even used an honorific, "you're as good as Ms. Swan said." ”

Swann? Lola Swan?

Angel raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect to hear Lola's name in Onell's mouth, why did she advertise her small divination room to observe my "play"? Or is it just a casual recommendation?

Seeing that O'Neil put down the five-pound bill and turned around to leave, Angel hurriedly stopped him.

"Mr. O'Neill, if those detectives can't do anything, try your luck at the 'Brave Bar' in the Bridge District, where the 'old man' knows some, well, people like me, who might help you."

Onell was stunned for a moment, silently muttering "Brave Bar" and "Old Man" to deepen his impression, then nodded and thanked Angel.

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Compared to those love divinations, the search for Mr. O'Neill's daughter for divination did not allow Angel to digest the potion, but it made her feel the joy of helping others for the first time in a long time.

Although there was no new business until sunset, high spirits surrounded her.

In the evening, after leaving the divination club, she still went to the new safe house in the Eastern District to change her outfit and rest for a while, before preparing to return to her home on Red Rose Street in the Bridge District.

Passing by the iconic apartment on Dharavi Street, Angel got out of the carriage and looked up at the apartment's aerial passage across the street.

In the Mirror Divination, the carriage crossed the street, headed west, and eventually returned to the Jowood district.

Looking at the streets, which had been dyed with the faint glow of the Crimson Moon, Angel found a no-man's corner, pulled out the magic mirror, and prepared to perform another divination here.

Maybe there will be a new harvest, or maybe it will be interrupted at a critical moment, like in the afternoon......

But it's better to try than to regret.

"The Magic Mirror tells me, Emily ......"

"Boom-"

A violent explosion erupted in an apartment building across from her, and bright yellow flames erupted from the windows of a house on the third floor, lifting half of the roof into the sky, and then bricks, tiles, and flesh were smashed into Angel's face.

What's going on? Someone attacked me?

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her body subconsciously lunged to the side, dodging a stone that was smashing at her, and then dodged left and right, avoiding bricks and sharp tiles.

There were also cries of pain one after another, and passers-by on the street were caught off guard and were hit by falling rocks.

Fortunately, there was only one explosion, and the rain-like falling objects quickly stopped falling, with the skills of the extraordinary, Angel was not injured, but all kinds of muffled snorts and moans around him continued to come, and pedestrians were afraid of heavy casualties.

Through the fog that filled the street, Angel looked at the center of the explosion, at the top of the three-story gray-blue apartment, half of the walls had been blown down, and there was still billowing smoke coming from inside, and a faint smell of gas reached her nostrils.

It turned out to be a gas explosion......

She relieved herself a little and walked towards the apartment to see the casualties.

"You're the bounty hunter, Hugh Dilcha?"

A hoarse voice sounded inside the door of the apartment, and Angel saw a tall figure walking out of the smoke-filled apartment, he was almost two meters tall, broad-shouldered and round-shouldered, like a giant, wearing a hooded robe that was obviously out of shape, and looking at Angel with beastly dark brown eyes.

"What bounty hunter?"

Angel subconsciously thought that he had mistaken someone, and even glanced behind him, confirming that except for the injured who were lying on the ground or moaning, or motionless, he was the only one standing on the street.

"You're the one who told that guy to look for Lanrius."

The "giant" muttered to himself as if in confirmation, then kicked his feet and lunged at her with an agility that did not fit his figure.

Look for...... Lanerwes?

Hearing this familiar name, Angel instantly thought of the arrival of the evil god in the city of Tingen, the father of the "child" in Megoos's belly, and the street park that was full of dead and wounded as it is today.

With a "click", she pressed the magic pocket watch without hesitation, stepped out of the frost with one foot, pinched out the black flame with the other, and faced the "giant" who pounced like a mountain.

(End of chapter)