Mystery: The Stars Returner

East Tucker County is close to the capital Backlund and has a relatively prosperous coastline. The overall economic level is very good and the daily security is relatively stable.

But today, a steam train from Backlund exploded at the train station, killing and injuring hundreds of passengers. Among them, an earl disappeared mysteriously.

This made the entire Eastern Tucker County Police Department, Nighthawks, Punishers, and Heart of Machine members busy.

Cresty Sesima no longer hides his identity. As one of the three giants of the Red Gloves, he takes over the local Nighthawks team and is also responsible for coordinating this incident.

Working from early morning to dusk, he got the information he wanted.

"All statistics have been completed. A total of 42 people died and 90 were injured in this incident. The whereabouts of a total of people are currently a mystery."

"The identities of these twelve people have also been investigated, namely Morey Lahan, Rhea John, Hasta Campbell..."

Crested Sesima listened to the report silently, and then asked the local police station to start investigating the whereabouts of these people, but don't be too cautious, just know where they are hiding.

……

A few kilometers away from the train station, there is a luxury hotel on North Street.

On the second floor, in a large and luxurious room, Hastur was standing in front of the window, looking at the police officers patrolling the street.

"Meow."

Azshara walked along the window, and also lay down in front of the window, staring outside, occasionally sweeping her little tail, which had a small tuft of singed hair.

When the train exploded, Hastur took a slight risk in order to keep the escort team in the sea of ​​​​fire.

The price was that Azshara's tail was almost burned by the fire. Fortunately, only a small amount of hair was burned by the high temperature.

As for the goods on the carriage, Hastur didn't care much. He had already carried all his belongings worth half a million pounds with him. The things on the carriage were all daily necessities, nothing too valuable.

After quietly leaving the train station, Hastur took a carriage and came to this hotel to check in. He also deliberately concealed his identity to avoid being discovered.

Now that the track from East Tucker County to South Wales has been damaged, it will take a lot of time to completely repair it. After planning to purchase some things in East Tucker County, he will secretly go to South Wales.

"Miss Sharon, do you need to buy anything?"

"Need not."

"Then take a rest tonight and set off tomorrow."

"okay."

After Hastur finished speaking to Sharon in the mirror, he left the room and went to the next room on the right. He had just opened two rooms, which was more convenient for Sharon.

……

It's night, around nine o'clock.

Ince Zangwill found a suitable place to live, a B&B, which was not expensive and was hidden deep in a small alley.

There was only a small square table on the desk, and there was an oil lamp that was obviously behind the times. A notebook was opened in the dim light, and a pen began to automatically write a paragraph.

"Ince Zangwill's luck is as bad as ever. This time he seems to be attracted by some force. No matter how he wants to change the direction, he will eventually converge to the source of destiny."

"That Baron Hastur Campbell, oh, he is already an Earl. He did not die in the big explosion and escaped. He seems to be planning to go to South Wales secretly."

"This choice coincides with Ince Zangwill. Will they meet on the road? And what kind of story will happen? It's hard to see clearly."

"Strange, why do I pay special attention to Earl Hastur Campbell? Am I also affected by some kind of power?"

"I'm really curious. Unfortunately, Ince Zangwill is too timid and has never been willing to have direct contact with the other party. This makes it impossible for the future I predicted to come accurately."

Ince Zangwill looked at these paragraphs silently, holding up a pen and wanting to write on them: "Ince Zangwill has no intersection with that Earl Hastur Campbell. Their fate is always staggered."

But after thinking about it, he put down the 008 in his hand without writing a single symbol in the diary.

He still remembered the lesson from Backlund last time.

The more scripts you write about Count Hastur Campbell, the more likely you are to be criticized, which will increase your chances of meeting him.

Letting it go and turning a blind eye is a better way to deal with it.

Late at night, Ince Zangwill, who was still asleep, suddenly received a spiritual warning. He opened his eyes and climbed out of bed, quickly taking 008 and his diary with him.

Open the window and jump directly from the window.

He was on the second floor. He quickly landed in the alley and left the place along the intricate alleyway.

Being wanted for many years, he has developed the ability to leave at a moment's notice.

As long as there is something abnormal spiritually, he will leave.

Sure enough, three to five minutes later, Crested Sesima led a team of Nighthawks to the B&B and conducted a search and verification.

It was determined that Rhea John was the false identity of Ince Zangwill. Unfortunately, they arrived a step too late, and Ince Zangwill had already left early.

"Ugh."

Crestel Sesima sighed. With 008 in his body, Ince Zangwill's spiritual warning ability was too strong. As long as there was something that might threaten him, he could basically sense it in advance and then run away. .

At this point, Ince Zangwill is even more difficult to deal with than those demons.

"Continue to search and don't let go of any suspicious places."

Crestel Sesima could only chase Ince Zangwill all the way. At this point, they were indeed like hunting dogs.

At this time, Ince Zangwill had already detoured out of the alley and headed directly towards the dock with the memory of the day.

He would catch the first ferry tomorrow to leave East Tucker County, then disembark in South Wales, and then transfer from South Wales to the Southern Continent.

At the pier, the ferry has not yet departed. We need to wait until 7:30 tomorrow for the first ferry to set sail.

Ince Zangwill changed another false identity and bought a ferry ticket to South Wales. In order not to attract attention, he deliberately chose the cheapest ticket among the four types of tickets. .

In this way, he could blend in with the crowd and avoid being hunted by the Red Gloves members.

He followed several passengers who also came to buy tickets in advance and temporarily crowded into a cabin on the ferry, resting and waiting for the fish belly to turn white on the horizon.

As morning came, more and more passengers crowded in on the ferry. The already narrow cabin was like a sardine can produced in a factory.

The place where Ince Zangwill lives is a small bed that only allows one person to lie down. It is difficult to even turn over.

In a cabin, there are three layers of small beds separated by two rows and five columns, with a total of 30 small beds.

There were small beds on the front, back, left and right. This almost airtight situation made him feel more at ease.

Although the smell of sweat that kept pouring into my nose and the stuffy environment were unbearable.

But he still endured it. When he arrived in the Southern Continent, he no longer had to worry about his identity being exposed.

The time soon came to half past seven, and the first ferry started to sail from the pier to South Wales.

The not-so-calm sea shook the hull of the ship, which in turn shook the already crowded cabin. People swayed back and forth on the cots like weeds, making creaking sounds.

Some people were so dizzy that they vomited directly in the cabin, making the entire cabin even more stench intolerable.

In a luxurious single room, Hastur was sitting by the window, tasting the captain's private collection of red wine and delicacies, while watching the red sun rising from the sea.

Last night, he dealt with two little mice that followed them secretly. In order not to be affected, he chose to take the first ferry today to South Wales.

He spent ten times the price of an ordinary ferry ticket, asked the captain for a luxurious single room, and gave him 10 gold pounds in exchange for some food and wine. He is now becoming more and more skilled at enjoying life. .

He would not treat himself badly by buying any ordinary ticket, especially the lowest-priced ticket. Even if he was imprisoned in prison, the environment there would be better.

It takes about seven days for this ferry to arrive in South Wales. It is difficult to eat, drink and sleep in such a place where the ferry ticket is.

That situation was only slightly better than when slaves were transported by sea.

Hastur would not let Azshara and Sharon suffer like that with him.

"Meow?"

Azshara squatted by the window, looking at the unknown fish leaping up on the sea from time to time, waving her little claws, very greedy.

"Want to eat?"

"Meow!"

Azshara turned back, came to Hastur's side, and rubbed his cheek flatteringly.

Hastur skillfully used the magic power of the gold pound to ask the crew to bring three fishing rods. One of the fishing rods was given to Azshara. He asked for one himself, and the other fishing rod was given to Sharon.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked down at her little paws, and then at the fishing rod that was several times longer than her body, feeling very distressed.

Sharon came out of the mirror, came to the window, grabbed two fishing rods with one hand, fished casually, and caressed Azshara's little head with one hand.

"Meow."

Azshara lay obediently in front of Sharon, her eyes fixed on the float of the fishing rod.

Wow!

It was the sound of a big fish being fished out of the water. Azshara followed the sound and looked over. It was its owner who had gained something.

The fish was huge, several times bigger than its body, with sharp teeth and a narrow mouth, and a row of silver spines on its back.

It doesn't like this kind of fish, so it withdraws its gaze and waits quietly for its little fish to take the bait.

Wow.

Another big fish was fished out of the water by its owner.

Azshara raised her eyes, looked at the expressionless Sharon, and let out a confused meow.

What it wants to express is very simple, why can't these two fishing rods catch fish?

What is going wrong?

Sharon didn't answer, but her eyes deepened.