Dora''s little tail breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice. After he said, "come with me, don''t dare to look at quince. He turned around and led the way.".


    In front of a wooden door on the second floor, Dora pushed the wooden door, bowed his head, did not dare to stay a step, and exited the second floor.


    Pushing open the wooden door, quince walked in calmly. He didn''t worry about the ambush inside. Even if there was, he was always on guard.


    The furnishings in the room are very monotonous, with a table, two chairs, a bottle of red wine and two glasses.


    Behind the table sat an iron faced bald head, and behind him stood two guards.


    When quince came in, he stood up with a bald iron face. "My Lord, please sit down."


    Quince is not polite, directly to the bald face, looking at the bald face inexplicably: "your honor? How can you be sure that I am an adult? "


    With a little reserve, he said: "don''t laugh, my Lord. Although I''m a gangster, I still know some secret things. In fact, I didn''t expect that there would be an adult from the investigation department. If I didn''t ask in a few days, I would have to temporarily move to other places to avoid it. "


    "How can you guess I''m from the investigation department?"


    Bareheaded wry smile: "this kind of barren place, the royal secret guards disdain to come, even if the third intelligence office knows, it is also lazy to manage. Only the investigation department... "


    Quince did not expect that bald head could say this, so he asked, "I don''t know your name?"


    Bareheaded stood up and poured a glass of wine for quince, with a trace of respect: "my name is Bert Gary, the boss of the Mafia."


    "Gangsters?" Quince murmured subconsciously that he had never heard of such a small Gang. He was not familiar with even one of the famous big gangs in taopapafei: "since you have heard about it, you should be able to guess why I came to you."


    Bert Gary said, "yes, and I asked my men to report the homicide."


    "Oh? Why? " Quince is a little strange. In the logic of the gang, no matter what is solved, there is no alarm option.


    Bert Gary sighed. "Just because I''ve heard about it, I know I can''t solve this murder on my territory. Of course, you can say let things go on like this. It doesn''t matter what I do, it doesn''t affect me. But I don''t think so. The occurrence of one thing is bound to affect all aspects. If the situation is allowed to go on, it is difficult to ensure that the people behind it will kill us in order to ensure that the secret will not be discovered. Or, if things go on, something strange will come out. In this case, we will all die. "


    Quince looked at Bert Gary strangely: "your thinking is very clear and you have ideas. I wonder why you are just the boss of a small gangster now."


    Bert Gary: No, it''s not surprising. Expansion without strength guarantee is just looking for death. Once I almost... "


    Quince nodded, "I see." This is a man with a story in front of him. He has an experience that ordinary people don''t have. For some unknown reason, he lives a life of "little wealth is good". If he is like Bert Gary, he may have the same idea as him. There are too many unknowns in this world, and his own strength is always the first.


    After a deep look at Bert Gary, quince had some thoughts in his mind, but it was still to be seen: "OK, gossiping. I need a clue."


    Burt Gary nodded: "the first murder I found out after the fact. I went to investigate the scene immediately after I had doubts, but the scene was almost destroyed at that time, so I didn''t find any clues. The second and third homicide cases, after my special instructions, I arrived at the scene at the first time, and the scene was kept in good condition. "


    "The most important clue is that from the bodies of the two boys, they were not drained of blood."


    Quince: isn''t it sucked dry


    "Yes," said Bert Gary, looking at quince, "if it''s some blood sucking creatures, the blood must be concentrated in a certain exit. This feature is very obvious on the corpses, but I don''t see it on both corpses. Their blood is more like..."


    After thinking about it, Burt Gary sorted out his words and said, "it''s more like being taken out of the body through the pores in a flash."


    "Out of the pores in a flash?" Quince was thoughtful, thinking about the secret or strange things.


    Bert Gary: "I think this method can only be used at night."


    "Oh? How can we see that? "


    "Because all three cases were at night."


    Quince shook his head. "Because of this? Do you want to know how likely all murders are to be committed at night? "


    Bert Gary: so have you seen the bodies of three boys


    Quince is silent. In the information, the bodies of the three boys are marked missing. Who will take the bodies? That''s one of the reasons quince had to find the local gangs.


    Burt Gary: "I don''t have the bodies of boys here, because at dawn, all the boys who were sucked into mummies turned into powder, right in front of me.""What?" Quince looks at Bert Gary: "to powder? You''re not lying? "


    Bert Gary shook his head firmly: "I swear in the name of the Lord of winter that I didn''t lie."


    Lord of winter? Quince took a deep look at Burt Gary. This is a famous evil god, but the main place of belief of the Lord of winter is in the new Ottoman Empire, which is far away from taopaphi. Of course, we can''t exclude the believers of the Lord of winter in taopaphos.


    That''s interesting. The corpse turns to fly ash.


    "So you can judge from this, but the precondition of the way boys are sucked dry is night."


    Bert Gary nodded.


    "Your idea is very likely." Quince agreed: "besides these, is there anything else?"


    Bert Gary: "the last clue is that the traces around are normal traces."


    "Normal trace?" Quince''s face moved. "You mean there''s no trace of the killer?"


    Bert Gary nodded. "No, not at all."


    "I see."


    "No more clues."


    Quince stood up and saluted, "thank you for your answer."


    Burt Gary replied, "my Lord, take your time."


    Quince takes a deep look at Bert Gary. His fingers are moving. The magic mark has been printed on him. He is interested in this guy who is more like a policeman than a gangster boss. If he can, he wants to try to develop him into his own informer. If we go a step further and develop into a subordinate We''ll see. Quince thought in his heart that it seems necessary to develop an informant because he is not familiar with his life and land. As for the candidate is the gang boss, it is not better. One informant can be used as dozens of informants. It''s just that it needs to be observed.


    Out of the tavern, quince did not delay, went back to his cabin.


    When he came back, buddy had already come back.


    Buddy: "how''s it going? Is there any harvest? "


    Quince: "the harvest is great, but you may have to do useless work."


    "What do you say?"


    Quince didn''t talk nonsense. He just told the story of meeting Bert Gary in the Mafia.


    Patty touched his chin: "if that Bert Gary is true, the possibility of a vampire will be minimized. It''s more like the work of an extraordinary person who practices the secret of blood sucking."


    Quince agreed: "I think so, too."


    Buddy: it''s hard to do. Do you know which blood sucking faction''s Secret stories can cause such an effect


    Quince shakes his head. Although he can inquire about endless books, at most, it''s just a brief introduction of the secret biography. It''s impossible to check the specific introduction such as the effect of the secret art.


    Badi: "without a clear target, it''s impossible to target the murderer. With the frequency of murderer''s killing, he will commit another crime in a day or two."


    Quince frowned: "now we can only use the most stupid way, and directly garrison in the Mafia. The murderer would not expect that the investigation department would get the news so soon, so we can deal with him."


    "That''s it. It''s not too late. We''ll be there today. We''ll take turns in the evening."