The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The ship docked, and Sigmund set foot on the land of Gwen.

The area of ​​the entire island is not too big, but the pier is very busy. In addition to the middle class for sightseeing trips, there are also vendors purchasing flowers.

Separated from Ryan, Sigmund rented a carriage to go directly to the police station in Gwen Township.

"What did you talk about with that Miss Grace?" Sigmund asked curiously on the way.

"Jewelry, Perfume, Flower Arrangements"

Alright alright, it's classy, ​​but Sigmon doesn't want to hear this stuff.

"The background of that Miss Grace should not be very good. She knows a little bit, but it is only superficial, as if she has made up for these knowledge for the purpose of socializing in the upper class."

"Besides, she feels weird to me," Ashley said hesitantly.

"What's weird?" Sigmon sat up straight, trusting the female assassin's observation.

"Posture, etiquette, conversation, everything is just right, but it's too standard, and the standard makes people feel rigid." Ashley frowned, as if looking for a suitable adjective.

"Yeah, it's not true"

"Like a dummy?!" Sigmund blurted out suddenly.

"No, it's very incongruous anyway."

Ashley shook her head, "Look for a chance to observe it up close."

The inexplicable Sigmund was a little restless. It seemed that Dr. Ryan was just conducting a simple experiment. Among the superhumans of the Star Contract, there were many similar studies.

What he did was just mediocre.

But for some reason, he always felt that many things he had experienced recently were vaguely related to each other.

It seems that since the White Seagull Manor incident, he has slowly fallen into a big woven net.

Even Lawrence's case now seems to involve a temporary commission from an extraordinary person.

He needs a real thread to tie it all together.

"We have arrived!"

The carriage stopped, and Ashley interrupted Sigmon's thoughts.

"I hope I don't think too much."

After disguising themselves and clenching their canes, Sigmon jumped out of the carriage, and the relevant information of this mission flashed in his mind.

Although the witcher's team is independent from the normal judicial system, it also maintains vague connections with various places.

Sometimes, in some particularly difficult cases, even if it is not an extraordinary event, the police department will apply for the help of the demon hunters.

The murderer in this case was a young man named Wilgul, who was arrested on suspicion of murdering two fishermen.

Everything was carried out according to the procedure, the judge was convicted, and Will was sentenced to hang, but because it happened to be a holiday season, in order to avoid causing unnecessary influence.

That's why Will was detained and waited for the execution of the hanging after the straw man festival.

But unexpectedly, the young man took advantage of the darkness to escape from the police's control, desperate and ran into the mountains and forests in the east of the island.

The police officers blocked the necessary exits and paths, and sent some people into the mountain to search. Someone found Will's trace, but the young man was strong and good at forbearance. Several police officers were injured because of this, and one was almost killed. Killed on the spot.

Coupled with the coming of the festival, the guard force was empty, and the two sides gradually reached a stalemate, so there was a later application.

This task is very simple for the current Sigmon, camouflage, set bait, go up the mountain alone and wait for the opponent to attack, and then Sigmon can take advantage of the situation.

The streets in the town are open, and it can be seen that the manager has put a lot of thought into it. After Sigmon entered the police station, he directly revealed his identity.

The receptionist looked surprised, but still brought the two of Sigmon into the reception room.

After waiting for a long time, a tall, panting figure opened the door and walked in.

"Corden Reese, I'm the sheriff of Gervin, nice to meet you, gentlemen."

After introducing himself a few words of greetings, Sigmon went straight to the topic.

"Assist in arrest?" Sheriff Corden was stunned for a moment, and a trace of concern flashed in his narrowed eyes.

"This is a misunderstanding, sir, and a wrong application. We have resolved the matter, and I am sorry to make you go away. But the fact is that we do not need any assistance now."

He spread his hands, apologetic.

"Wrong application?" Sigmund chuckled.

For similar applications, only one or two people in a police station can report it. It would be too much to think of such a thing as a temporary worker.

"Yes, sir, I have severely punished the police officer. We can solve the remaining problems by ourselves. You see, the festival in the town is coming soon. If you want, you can stay here for a few more days."

"I will send someone to arrange a place for you to live and taste our flower beer here. It tastes very special."

Sheriff Corden had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Have you caught that Will?" Sigmund asked casually.

"Caught, caught." Sheriff Corden replied perfunctorily.

"Then" Sigmund saw the disgust and the vague incompatibility in the eyes of the fat sheriff. He originally planned to see the escaped criminal Will with his own eyes.

But on second thought, this matter obviously belonged to local government affairs, and Marek had warned him before departure that if the local police station caught a criminal.

Then he just relaxes as if nothing had happened.

Although the situation is a little different now, since the other party is unwilling to let him intervene, he is also happy and can explain to the captain when he goes back.

"Okay." Sigmund stood up and planned to take Ashley away.

But at this moment, the door of the room was slammed open, and a voice shouted: "Sheriff, that guy has been fooled~www.novelmt.com~ This time I will definitely be able to ask it out"

"Get out!"

Sheriff Corden roared, and slammed the door with his backhand.

Bang!

The door was closed, and the air was silent.

Sigmund looked up at Sheriff Gordon and slowly sat down.

"You said just now that you have caught Verguru?"

"I'm saying we're close to getting him."

Sheriff Corden shook his neck, this time his disobedience was clearly written on his face.

"If that guy hadn't come in just now, I'd be gone now." Sigmund said slowly.

"You can also go now. We can handle this matter by ourselves without any assistance."

Sheriff Corden's voice was cold.

"You should know who we are." Sigmund put the badge on the table.

"I know." Sheriff Corden nodded, "but this is Gwen Town, and everything has to be done according to the rules here."

"Oh"

Sigmund showed a meaningful smile, "Okay, Sheriff Corden, I've been in the carriage for a long time, and I changed boats in the middle, and I'm very tired now."

"Don't worry, I can send someone to arrange a resting place for you." Sheriff Corden's expression softened a little.

"You don't need to be so troublesome, I can do this kind of thing myself, but I'm going too fast and I don't have much money with me."

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to ask, is it inconvenient for you to lend me a little?"

Shameless.

The flesh on the sheriff's face trembled, but he still managed to squeeze out a sentence between his teeth, "Tell me, how much do you want to borrow?"

"how much do you have?"

Sigmund asked earnestly with a smile on his face.