Mystery: The Stars Returner

Walking on the streets of the West District, there were not many pedestrians coming and going. Most of the big businessmen and small nobles traveled in horse-drawn carriages. The real pedestrians were usually people buying food and servants.

In order not to affect the living environment, there are no slaughterhouses or vegetable markets nearby. They have to be found a little further away from the residential area.

Hasta walked around a lot but didn't find anything new. He checked the time and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.

Then we randomly found a restaurant to eat.

Not long after he sat down to eat, he heard someone calling him from behind.

Hastur put down his knife and fork, looking for the voice. It was Chief Reed who he had met once.

"Baron Campbell, I didn't expect to see you here."

Chief Reed followed the two young police officers and walked up with a smile.

"This may be the goddess's guidance."

Hastur smiled and invited Chief Reed and the three of them to sit down. He happened to have something to ask Chief Reed.

"Praise the goddess."

Sheriff Reed clicked four times on his chest to draw a crimson moon. He was also a devout believer in the goddess.

After the three of them were seated, Hastur called the waiter and ordered three more meals.

The food here is affordable and Hasta doesn't have to worry about it.

Even if we invite a few more people, it won't cost more than 1 pound.

Sheriff Reed and the other three quickly stood up and thanked them before taking their seats again.

While waiting for their meal, Hastur asked him about Andrew.

"We do have news about him recently. Someone saw him in the dock area yesterday. He seemed to be going to sea and leaving Backlund. Our police have sent people to guard there to prevent him from getting on the ship and going to sea. .”

Sheriff Reed still had some impression of the fraudster who dared to defraud the nobles. Last time, he led people to secretly guard near Hasta's house.

Docklands?

Hastur frowned slightly, thinking about arresting the fraudster himself if he had the chance.

But the dock area was too close to the Sunrise Workhouse, and he didn't want to get close.

"He is very cunning. He might just be making a feint to mislead our judgment."

Having said this, Sheriff Reed sighed. It has been a long time since he started chasing Andrew, but every time he was just a little bit close, he always failed to catch him.

"Have you gained anything else?" Hastur tried to ask.

At this time, three lunches had been delivered. In order not to disturb the conversation between Chief Reed and Hastur, the other two young police officers took their own lunches and sat at the table next to them.

Sheriff Reed cut off a piece of steak, pondered for a moment and said, "He seems to be very lucky. Every time we are just a little bit close to catching him."

"One of our men caught a glimpse of him while patrolling. Just when he was about to catch up and see what happened, he was interrupted by other things."

"Another time, we organized people to start checking the pub late at night, but they arrived a few minutes late and allowed him to slip out of the back door."

Different luck?

Hastur became alert. Different luck. Is there any extraordinary factor hidden in it?

As far as he knows, the destiny path can give others good luck in encountering good things, and it can also curse others with continuous bad luck.

He also remembered that when he was chatting with Professor Wayne once, he once said that Voltaire Campbell had bad luck in gambling. He just turned over the cards and won a manor title deed.

And Andrew came to blackmail him for 2000 pounds for no reason. Were they really just here for the money?

Or do they want to force themselves to sell them something valuable?

When they sneaked into the house where they lived that night, besides themselves, were they also looking for something else?

Hastur fell into deep thought, and he knew that maybe he was too worried.

It is entirely possible that this is a simple fraud and theft case where a group of fraudsters targeted you and then sneaked into the house to steal.

As for the different luck, maybe someone in the police station tipped off Andrew.

Seeing Hastur not speaking for a long time, Chief Reed said awkwardly: "We will capture him as soon as possible and we will never let him escape again next time!"

"I have always believed in your ability and your ability to arrest criminals and put them behind bars."

Hastur spoke with a smile, glanced at Sheriff Reed's nearly eaten steak, and said, "Would you like a beer?"

"Thank you for your generosity."

"Congratulations in advance on the arrest of the criminal."

Hasta reached out to the waiter and ordered three glasses of the best beer here and a drink.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can't drink." Hasta explained.

……

Dock area.

Not long after he separated from Chief Reed, Hastur came here alone.

In the past, he would not take risks here alone, but now he is playing the role of a barbarian, thinking less and doing more. Now that he has the intention, he comes to the dock area for a walk.

Maybe you can actually gain something, after all, fate always attracts each other.

Upon arriving at the dock area, he established a rule that fateful encounters were irresistible.

If Andrew is really an extraordinary person in the path of destiny, then there is a high probability that he will meet the other party.

Hastur was walking in the dock area. Apart from being wary of pickpockets stealing his money, he walked around aimlessly.

If you really have to rely on reasoning to trace, he will definitely not be as professional as the police department.

What he focuses on this time is metaphysics. If you can meet the best one, there is no regret if you don't.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hasta still had nothing to gain. He sat in a tavern and ordered two sausages, a cup of Earl Gray tea, and a dessert for afternoon tea.

Although the food here in the dock area is rough, the kielbasa is delicious, much better than some famous restaurants.

As for desserts, the gap is a bit big, neither delicate nor tasty.

Hastur quietly enjoyed his afternoon tea, looking around the inside and outside of the tavern from time to time. Maybe he might actually meet Andrew here.

Halfway through the meal, Hastur glanced outside the tavern and his eyes narrowed slightly. He actually caught a glimpse of Andrew!

Compared with the image of a thug in a suit last time we met, Andrew is now tightly wrapped, with his chin covered by a collar, and the clothes he wears are common for workers here.

His eyes were lowered, sometimes searching around, sometimes dodging, as if he was avoiding someone.

Is this being targeted by the police department?

Hasta did not pay the bill immediately and stood up. He waited patiently for a while. He wanted to see who Andrew was avoiding.

If it's a police officer, then he doesn't need to be so anxious, just follow carefully.

If it was anyone else, then he would have to take a closer look.

Until Andrew's figure was about to disappear, Hasta did not notice anyone in particular following Andrew.

Has he become a frightened bird?

Hastur stood up and paid the bill for 1 sole and 4 pence, then went out and mingled with the crowd, following Andrew.

He always kept a safe distance of about ten meters from Andrew. Only every time Andrew wanted to turn a corner or disappear, he would speed up his pace.

The two walked one behind the other, bypassing several alleyways and passing two or three warehouses. Andrew finally stopped at the door of a small wooden house.

He first searched around and then knocked on the door quietly.

Soon, a strong man of about thirty years old poked his head out and glanced around before meeting Andrew's eyes.

The two exchanged a few words briefly, and Andrew followed the strong man into the cabin, and the door was closed again.

Is this his hiding place?

Hastur emerged from around the corner and stared at the cabin for a moment.

He now has two better options. One is to inform nearby police officers to come here to arrest people and let the police department solve the matter.

The second is to stay here, send someone to notify nearby police officers, and then act with them.

Of course he chose the third way and rushed forward!

Hastur found a wooden stick with thick arms nearby, weighed it, and came to the door of the cabin.

The wooden stick in his hand swung heavily and hit the door, which was not very strong.

boom!

The whole door collapsed!

Hastur strode in with a wooden stick in hand, and saw three figures in front of him.

One of them was Andrew who looked panicked, and the other two strong men looked wary. The strong man in black picked up the bench in the room as a weapon, and the strong man in gray took out the dagger hidden in his arms.

The strong man in black looked at Andrew and cursed, "You idiot, you didn't even know the police came to your door!"

"He, he is not a policeman, he is Voltaire's son!"

Andrew recognized Hastur's identity, and his expression became even more panicked. He took a step back and hid behind the two strong men, his eyes rolling, ready to slip away at any time.

"Voltaire's son?"

"Haha, did you deliver it to your door yourself?"

"Yes, I came here on my own. Who makes you dare not look for me again."

A pure and kind smile appeared on Hastur's face. Before the two strong men could speak again, the wooden stick in his hand hit the strong man in black who was closer.

The strong man in black smiled ferociously, picked up the bench with both hands, swept it from right to left, and hit Hastur's temple.

The strong man in gray stepped aside, trying to block Hastur's retreat.

Hastur was one step faster, and the wooden stick hit the strong man in black on the head first.

Click!

The wooden stick shattered from the middle with heavy force.

Also cracked was the head of the strong man in black.

The head was buzzing, and before the strong man in black could marvel at Hastur's strength, he fell backwards, and Andrew hurriedly stepped aside.

The strong man in gray originally wanted to block the retreat and attack Hastur from the side. Seeing this, he hurriedly ran towards the door.

Hastur turned around, glanced at it, and threw half of the wooden stick in his hand!

With a wailing sound, the strong man in gray was thrust into the waist with a broken wooden stick. The heavy force took him to the open space in front of him. His forehead came into close contact with the ground and he fainted.

I originally aimed at his thighs...

Seeing that the strong man in gray clothes couldn't run away for a while, Hastur silently withdrew his gaze and looked at Andrew who had no way to retreat.

He said in a calm tone: "I think we can have a good chat."