Arthur naturally knew that he was dressed strangely after taking that puppet doll, and it could even be said that it was scary.

After all, the puppet doll itself was made by old Charlie for the sake of being scary.

It's creepy to look at, let alone being picked up on a rainy day, even if it's a scared crying child, Arthur is not surprised.

But in the face of that beggar, how could Arthur, who had the 'magic weapon to defeat the enemy', not use it?

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that time didn't allow it, he would have ordered more puppet dolls and scarecrows, and he planned to 'circle' the beggar with a bunch of puppet dolls and scarecrows.

Of course, the one in my arms is enough.

There are many usages, and there are few usages.

Therefore, Arthur is sorry for the frightened, but he does not regret it.

But the scene in front of him made Arthur wonder-

Puppet dolls are enough to scare most people, but definitely not babies.

Especially babies who are a few months old.

Such a large baby's vision is not fully developed, it can be regarded as high myopia, and it is impossible to see the environment clearly.

Not to mention the puppet doll in Arthur's arms.

And, even if the baby sees it, does he or she understand the fear of the puppet doll?

No, it won't!

A baby of this age can only fear two things.

Hunger and pain.

These are the only two things that will make the baby cry out loud.

What kind of baby is in front of you?

Arthur squinted and looked at a man and a woman and a baby in front of him, the two of them were dressed as if they were middle-class, but their clothes were slightly shabby, the men's sleeves were a little frayed, and the women's skirt styles were even more popular several years ago.

The middle class that is about to go bankrupt!

Anyone who sees the outfits of the two will think so.

Thus ignoring the coarse cloth that wraps the baby.

Wrapping babies in coarse cloth is most likely a common family.

The middle class, even those on the verge of bankruptcy, far outnumbered the civilian family, and it was impossible for them to wrap their children in such inferior coarse cloth.

Especially the middle class, which is about to go bankrupt, will try to retain the last decent as much as possible, and it is even more impossible to use coarse cloth.

The most important thing is that a mother will not hurt her child by clenching her palms because of nervousness.

Even if the mother is careless, she should have held her child tightly and tucked it in her arms, not as tightly as she is now, as if she was about to throw it at any moment.

It is an article.

Not kids.

With the flickering of [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Looks], Arthur took everything in his eyes, and when he saw that the man and woman began to panic after being startled, he probably confirmed the identities of the two.

Traffickers!

Or a trafficker who steals babies!

Stealing a baby in South Los is a felony and can be punished with death!

However, there are still people who take risks.

Because, the profits are huge.

A healthy baby can easily be sold for 10 golden tickets, after all, some buyers with special needs, don't care about the price at all, if they need it urgently, they can increase the price again - the purity of the baby is well known, and there are rumors that taking baby blood can drive away diseases and regain health, and even, some people believe that eating a newborn baby can increase lifespan.

Although after the 'witch hunt', all kinds of evil deeds have long been subsided.

But in the face of interests, there is absolutely no shortage of daring guys.

The man and woman in front of him are obviously such people.

Call!

Arthur withdrew his gaze, took a soft breath, slowly put away the umbrella, placed the mediumship box at his feet, let the puppet doll sit on his lap, and patted the carriage.

The coachman of the public carriage heard this noise and immediately stopped the carriage.

Arthur whispered at Wiggins.

"I need a little time."

Wiggins didn't understand what Arthur was going to do, but he immediately jumped out of the carriage and closed the door again, while delaying Arthur's time.

This is not difficult, the public carriage is paid only when you get off the bus, and as long as you don't pay for it, the coachman will be entangled for a long time, and then it will be the verbal criticism of the passengers on the bus.

Of course, the most important thing is that the drivers of the coaches are themselves strong young men.

In the early days of the South Los Carriage Coach, there were no clear rules on the age, strength, etc., but with several bus robberies, the situation changed, and young, able-bodied, especially swordsmans were welcomed and given preferential treatment.

Wiggins doesn't need that, though.

Wiggins' own identity is enough to make the driver give him the corresponding 'respect'.

Compared with ordinary citizens, the drivers of these public carriages know better who can and cannot be messed with.

A golden finger like Wiggins belongs to the type that can not be provoked.

The closed doors made Wiggins and the coachman's voices inaudible, while Arthur was meticulously fiddling with the puppet dolls.

He turned the puppet doll around and pointed at the man and woman, raised the puppet's arm and pointed at the two, and asked softly.

"Well, is that them?"

"You feel pain?"

"Don't worry, they'll hurt more in a while!"

Arthur's voice became low, and there was a hint of gloom, and the raindrops kept beating on the carriage, as if they were striking on the heart, which made the faces of the man and the woman change greatly, and the woman was already pale, and her whole body began to tremble, and the man was also frightened, but still felt a dagger and aimed it at Arthur.

"Be smart! We don't want to cause trouble! ”

The man shouted inwardly.

This situation dispelled the last of Arthur's doubts.

Everything just now is just speculation.

Even if there are many clues, guessing can be wrong.

But the threat doesn't.

Arthur looked at each other with a smile.

The next moment, his eyes glowed with a faint gold, and his round pupils began to elongate.

When gold fills the eyes, the light of the vertical pupils becomes cold.

A man and a woman who came into contact with Arthur's eyes began to scream.

"Snake!"

"Snake!"

The two men were frightened like madmen, and they were about to flee out of the carriage.

But Arthur was faster, and he snatched the baby from the woman's hand and then the dagger from the man's hand.

Then?

The dagger swept through the throats of both men.

Burst!

Blood spurted out, and the inside of the carriage was crimson.

Wiggins, who heard the noise, nearly fell to his knees when he opened the carriage door again.

"Gram, gram ......"

"The two of them stealing babies should still be habitual offenders."

Facing Wiggins, who was a little stammering when he spoke, Arthur carefully held the baby in his arms and deliberately lowered his voice.

He was worried that the baby would be woken up, and when the time came, he would be in trouble—he coaxed the child to do the same, and if he really cried, he must be in a hurry, and there was nothing he could do.

Wiggins nodded stunned, he knew he should go to the police, but he couldn't help but stop and look at Arthur sitting in the scarlet with the baby in his arms.

At the man's feet, the two bodies were still bleeding, but the baby was sleeping soundly in the man's arms.

The man treated the newborn baby with unprecedented tenderness.

Gentleness and purity bloom with a faint brilliance in this rain.

This strange picture attracted Wiggins's attention.

What a gentle person!

Wiggins thought to himself.

But the next moment, he shook his head vigorously.

Because......

The blood of the two traffickers dripped onto the upper of his shoe.

It's not that there is pity for the traffickers, in the eyes of this golden finger, such people are completely unworthy of pity, but the shoes are their own.

Wiggins knows what the most important thing to do right now, though.

The goldfinger turned around and ran to the police.

After being delayed for twenty minutes and leaving everything to the police, Arthur changed to a carriage and, under Wiggins' guidance, moved on.

Inside the carriage, Scott, who was attracted by the case, let out an exclamation.

"Arthur, you are such a gentle person, that baby was in your arms just now and did not cry or make trouble."

Wiggins, who was on the side, pursed the corners of his lips secretly when he heard it

Gentle?

Are you blind and don't see the two corpses with their throats cut?

Those two deserve to die, but Arthur is gentle?

Even if gentleness exists, it is reflected in scarlet.

Wiggins sneered in his heart.

Scott didn't pay attention to any of this, and he inquired in detail about what Arthur had just done, which could be related to tomorrow's supplement.

"Arthur, how did you notice something was wrong?"

"'Anna' told me."

"Anna?"

Scott was stunned for a moment, then saw Arthur point to the puppet doll in his arms - Arthur knew how to get more XP.

Arthur the 'medium' has been seen in the eyes of the South Los public in a row, which will cause aesthetic fatigue for those who read the newspaper.

People themselves are people who pursue novelty.

Knowing this, Arthur naturally keeps it fresh.

So, the puppet doll has a whole new name.

But Scott didn't know any of that.

I saw that the young reporter glanced at Arthur a little crampedly, and immediately nodded to the puppet doll after seeing Arthur nodding slightly, and his eyes were full of encouragement.

"Hello, Ms. Anna."

The skirt on the puppet doll was called so by the young journalist.

The puppet doll naturally did not respond to the young reporter's greetings, but the young reporter was looking for a reasonable explanation on his own.

"Well, I guess I don't have the talent to hear Ms. Anna's response, and she's already responded to me."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Anna."

As he spoke, Scott was full of apologies and owed himself.

Wiggins, who was watching this scene, felt his scalp tingle and twisted his body a few times unnaturally.

He used to think that Scott was a little abnormal.

Now it's proof of that.

Staying with a not-so-normal person, and that horrible doll, especially with a normal-looking but completely abnormal psychic medium, this Goldfinger always felt the pressure on his face.

In the bottom of his heart, this golden finger prayed to reach his destination soon.

The journey didn't shorten with Wiggins' prayers, though.

It was still fifteen minutes before the carriage stopped.

Without waiting for the carriage to really stop, Wiggins directly pushed open the carriage door and jumped down and said-

"It's here!"