"Won''t it attract other people''s attention?" Hill asked, standing in the street. She didn''t understand the difference between stumbling the night watchman and knocking down all the men in black in the tavern. In her opinion, the latter might be more straightforward.


    Roland did not immediately answer this question. He was busy putting the unfortunate man who had been put up before he could fall into the carriage seat, where the night watchman should have been. In this way, unless someone sees the bruise on the back of his head, he can only regard what happened just now as a nightmare. After finishing this, the magician rubbed his hands and turned to look at the Dementor. "Of course it''s different. You think the testimony from the client is a clear answer, but in my opinion they are no more meaningful than vague inferences. There are so many reasons for people to lie that sometimes we don''t even notice that we have become accomplices of lies. So I chose to let the things that can''t lie be witnesses from a very early age. "


    Hill watched Roland pick up the stick they had used to knock out the night watchman, which they had found in the alley next to the tavern, possibly the remains of some old furniture. Perfect tools for committing crimes. Even if someone realizes that this is an attack, it''s impossible to find out from the murder weapon who did it. But before throwing the stick back into an alley, the magician used it to pull out the object under the car, which was the head of the night watchman.


    "We always believe too much in what we see and what we hear, which makes us easily misled by the outside world." In fact, the human head is just a misconception under the influence of atmosphere and instinct. The real identity of this thing is just a round stove, and the white smoke from it is an incomplete burning straw. Roland pulled off the cloth cover outside the stove and put it into the stove to stop the white smoke. He gave hill the stove and the stick, and he carefully lifted the black curtain of the carriage with an excited look on his face.


    "It''s not that you can get the truth without looking or listening, but you can''t stop thinking at any time. Think about everything you know, and the meaning behind it, so that you have a weak possibility to really see a little bit of truth. " Half of Roland''s body went into the shed, but then he realized that as a human being, he couldn''t see the dark inside of the car. He had to move out and ask hill for help. "Can you pass me the oil lamp?"


    The woman doctor shrugged and handed the oil lamp beside the night watchman to the magician. "As you said, there are too few things we can really realize in this world."


    Roland smiles and takes over the light. "I''ve lived a long time, son. And the longer I live, the more I feel like a giant spider web, and each silk thread leads to more fork roads. As for the whole picture of this web? I''m afraid you forget even the spider that weaves it. " He said, lifting the lamp into the car.


    "What do you see?" The magician''s silence was too long, which gave hill a bad feeling. She asked and approached the former to pull him out. Fortunately, when he heard the inquiry, Roland had a reaction. He took the initiative to come out of the shed with a dignified face, and his beard on his chin trembled.


    "You''d better see for yourself. I don''t want to describe the scene in words." The magician said that he gave way to the side, leaving room for the Dementor to see the scene inside the carriage. Hill saw what Roland meant with just one look. She saw that there were lots of leathers in bundles in the whole carriage covered with heavy black cloth curtains, which were not the leather of any wild animals she knew, but at a glance, they came from, rat people.


    "I''m going to check the rest of the car. How about you?" Not everyone likes to see bloody things. Roland asks out of the care of his companions.


    Hill really didn''t like it. She had lived in the capital for a long time and had seen countless darkness. But as a doctor, she is still used to treating the rat man as a human being. Dementors are not compassionate races, but this does not mean that they are indifferent and merciless. The population attached to human beings has long been influenced by human beings. Just as Dementors consciously choose a gender, they sometimes regard themselves and humans as the same kind in a sense. Although their staple food is human life span.


    "No problem. I''m a doctor." Hill nodded. She didn''t have to force herself to see the cruelty, but as a doctor, some of her abilities might play a key role. For example, if she wanted, she could get some information about the original owner of the carriage based on the size and integrity of the skin. She didn''t want to do it until she saw what was going on in the other carriages.


    Roland nodded and said nothing more. He lowered the curtain and turned to another carriage. The scene in the second carriage makes his brow even deeper. It is the corpse of some rat people. Some of them are still fresh, but some have begun to shrivel. These bodies have been obviously embalmed. In addition, quite a lot of spices are placed in the carriage to cover up the smell of the corpses. Therefore, the impact on the smell is not strong.


    "It looks like we found where the missing rat men were, right?" The magician said to himself that the number of rat man corpses in the carriage was not large, but the pile-up was still depressing. The contents of the other carriages were similar, basically the corpses or parts of the corpses."Almost all of them are old people and children. And a lot of that leather was skinned after a period of time. " This was Hill''s conclusion after examining the contents of several of the carriages.


    "It''s not hard to understand that the rat people who have the ability to move are going north. Those who stay here are basically disabled or disabled. They are the eliminated part of the ethnic group Roland simply accepted the doctor''s statement, but his tone was not easy. For a man who even tries to reconcile the hatred between dwarfs and ghouls, the problems between humans and rats make him feel real pain.


    "The question is, why do these people collect and kill these eliminators?" Said Hill, carefully wiping off the footprints he had left on the carriage.


    "I need some time to think. Let''s go back to the pub first. It''s not the way to get wet here." The magician did not immediately answer the doctor''s question. He put his hand in his coat and went to the pub without waiting for his companion to respond.


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