Demon Sage

The Ratcatcher won't leave his temporary place too far, that's for sure, so many jewels and other belongings of his own, if a passerby takes it away, that's the most annoying thing .

Donald put aside the battlefield, in order not to be exposed, he deliberately made a big circle. There were numerous warehouses behind the mousetrap. It would be difficult for others to find one of them. The person who traced the powder, looking at the direction, sprinkled some on the door, turned on the spirit vision in a short time, and immediately could tell whether it was the stronghold of the mouser by the existence of the mouse group.

found it!

Outside a small warehouse directly behind the sound of the battle, shining footprints appeared in the spirit vision. Someone had just entered and exited here not long ago, and there were also rat footprints all over the ground. This was the best proof.

This warehouse was not owned by the Ratcatcher. He had already pried the lock on the outside of the door in a certain way. The whole door was just hidden. Donald quickly stepped in and closed the door. The Ratcatcher estimated today. It depends on how quickly those people end the battle.

Since it is a small warehouse, the area is the same size as the living room of an ordinary family. When you enter the door, the moonlight shines through the skylights on both sides, and the arrangement inside is looming.

Now was the time to grab the time, and Donald wasn't interested in groping in the dark to find what the Ratcatcher had stored here. shirt pocket.

Fortunately, there is only such a small place. It is impossible to stuff so many things into some narrow places. Moreover, half an hour ago, the rat catcher thought that he had fished into the sea, and it was when he was complacent. thing.

Following the footprints that appeared on the ground, Donald found a half-human-high bamboo basket inside the warehouse. The inner layer of the bamboo basket was lined with brown cloth, and the top was covered with a bamboo cover. He reached out and took it away. , moved his body so that the moonlight could cover it.

The first thing that caught my eye was the big bag at the bottom. I tugged it twice, and immediately revealed a part of the jewelry necklace. This is stolen goods. It belongs to Abel's family. Donald is not going to steal other people's things. He took it out of his conscience. Although no one knew about it, it was still a problem to exchange these jewels for money. He had no special way. If he went to a regular jewelry store to sell the stolen goods, it would be equivalent to telling others that he stole it.

He turned his eyes to the objects next to him, a long wooden box, a notebook, and a cloth bag slightly larger than a fist.

Open the box first, which is divided into several compartments with small pieces of wood, each containing a bottle of medicine or powder, which should be the powder that the mousetrap has prepared. Donald took the wooden box out of the basket and put it on the aside.

Picking up the notes and flipping through them, there are a lot of text and digital descriptions on it. Among them, the production of potions is mentioned many times. These should be the research notes of the rat catcher. Donald only felt that his heart skipped a beat, and then there was a burst of ecstasy. .

If the content of this notebook is detailed enough, its value will definitely not lose to the bag of jewelry in Luo's basket, especially the potion formula that the rat catcher drinks that can turn him into a rat monster, if it can be configured , There is definitely a market for this kind of stuff at the bottom of the press box!

Quickly tuck it into your clothes and put it close to your body.

The last remaining cloth bag contains the most common but also the most practical, a bag of coins!

"Why so few..."

Donald thought it was a bag of gold pounds, but it turned out that there were only a few scattered coins, most of which were shillings, and the value was greatly reduced.

The rat catcher is not poor. On the contrary, because of the help of the rats, he is quite wealthy in many cases, but who makes his side business different? The preparation of potions has always been one of the most expensive things. Materials , blending agent, experimental supplies... The more powerful the medicine, the more precious the materials needed, there is no doubt about this.

He is a heretic again, without the support of the organization, and he has to pay for everything himself. In order to develop a potion to transform into a rat monster, he has spent most of his savings in recent times after repeated attempts. The reason for stealing Abel's jewelry, as long as this vote succeeds, he can get new funds to support the next research.

After finally developing it successfully, thinking that he had a trump card, he ran into the justice church's team of judges...I feel sorry for him when I think about it.

"I will remember you, Mr. Ratcatcher, you were a good man."

The jewelry doesn't move, and all the other things are put into my arms, a bumper harvest, withdraw!

"Hum hum hum ~ ha ha~"

After opening the warehouse door and changing the door back to its original state, Donald hummed a little tune happily. He couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

When he turned his head, all the expressions were frozen on his face.

"good evening."

With the jacket draped over his shoulders, the strong man held the limp mousetrap in his right hand. He looked at the young man in surprise. When the team members told him that someone was in the warehouse, he still didn't believe it.

"Uh... good evening."

Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks. Donald was also a little flustered at this time. His mental power had been completely exhausted in the previous attack and the use of his spiritual vision ability. .

It's not that he bragged, this person probably didn't need a second punch to kill him...

"Don't be nervous, we are police officers. As long as you don't break the law, don't be afraid. Answer me, why are you here, what are you doing here, and be honest."

Unexpected tone, for commoners, the strong man does not have that fierce aura, but even if his face is expressionless, his body still gives people a huge pressure.

"Actually, this is the case. I'm an assistant at Swift's Detective Agency. Recently we..."

In fact, there's nothing to lie about. Donald really did nothing wrong. He and Sherlock came to track down the Ratcatcher, and it wasn't any wrongdoing.

"So today we can catch the rat catcher with your help. In this case, just hand over the things on your body and drink this bottle of dream water, and you can leave. Don't worry, this is not a poison. Rather, it will allow you to use what happened tonight as a dream potion that won't cause any other harm."

"I know, you want to kill me, don't waste the poison... I won't fall asleep immediately after drinking it? I can't sleep here all night."

"No, it works when you sleep."

It works when you sleep, so you're not afraid to write down everything before going to bed? Donald groaned.

"Okay...I drank."

This deceiving technique is a bit clumsy, but no one is strong in the situation, and there are three judges in front of them, and this can't be covered by other methods, so Donald also simply took out the notebook and the wooden box, which is a pity took two glances.

Tilt your neck, cheers!

Suddenly, dizzy...