The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"The woman upstairs is watching you secretly."

Waving goodbye to Doctor Ryan and leaving the block, Harris appeared out of nowhere.

This young man is round and shy, and always likes to stare at his toes when talking to people.

"Is that Grace?"

"Yes." The little fat man nodded, "I've checked it out. This woman works in a nearby theater."

"theater?"

"It's the kind of place where magic and exotic performances can be performed. It's not too far from here, but it belongs to the Bell Tower area."

The little fat man raised his finger and pointed to the clock tower standing in the distance.

"I see, keep staring at that woman for me."

Sigmund came home with a heart full of thoughts, and he began to doubt his own judgment.

It was him that was mentioned in Nicole's diary, so Sigmund never thought that this fourth-order superhuman would be a woman.

But if Nicole made a mistake, is this fourth-order extraordinary person really a woman?

"Or a women's clothing boss?" Sigmund couldn't help but complain.

It seems that every extraordinary person he knows has some hobbies.

When he entered the room, he found that Ashley had returned, and a thick stack of manuscripts had been written on the table beside her.

"The doctor is writing with another pen."

Sigmon stepped forward and looked at it. The words were respectful, but they were basically clichés from the first communication, and only a little mentioned about the research he conducted.

In addition, Ashley's spirit has stabilized, and she can prepare to be promoted to the first rank in the past two days.

Night is coming soon.

In Ryan's room, the young doctor fell asleep with a naked body and a tired face, and beside him lay a beautiful ketone body covered in white gauze.

The beautiful woman turned over and hugged the doctor tightly into her arms. After a long time, she turned over and got out of bed full of nostalgia.

Walking to the open desk, she casually picked up the pen on the table, took out a piece of paper, and after a moment of silence, she picked up the pen and wrote:

Dear Ryan, please forgive me for leaving.

Happiness is short-lived after all, treat me as your dream, and hope that one day we will meet again with a new face.

Always love you Grace.

Seriously fold this parting letter and put it away.

Grace gripped the pen tightly, took out another piece of paper and wrote:

Dear Mr. Tree:

I'm sorry, the treasure you mentioned in your letter has been taken away by someone else, who should be a hunter named Ultraman.

I'm still continuing to track down his whereabouts, I've locked a few targets, please give me a little more time.

But disturbingly, I saw traces of eye movement around the house, and to avoid accidents, I had to completely abandon my current identity and hide in my lair.

Sir, I need a new disguised identity, I need a brand new guiding potion, Grace's body can no longer be maintained.

And her disappearance should completely cut off the witcher's observation of me.

Finally please let me know that your previous promises are still valid.

After doing all this, Grace put away the pen and took the last letter to go back for the ceremony.

With her fingertips running over the items in the house, she strode out of Ryan's room with a sigh.

Meanwhile on the other side.

The nib of the pen rubbed against the paper and made a rustling sound. Sigmon looked at the two letters in his hand and fell into consternation.

Grace is the creator of the contract!

Is it him or she?

"Grace... This is just an identity, no, no, she mentioned in the letter that her body can't be maintained." A terrible thought suddenly appeared in Sigmon's mind.

"Is this guy really a man?!"

"And who is this Mr. Tree?"

This Mr. Tree has a guiding potion in his hand that can turn a man into a woman?

It looks like it can only last for a while.

"How the **** is this done? The physiological structure of men and women is so different." Sigmon felt that his thinking was disordered.

He suddenly sounded like Dr. Ryan used to be happy.

No wonder this guy was exhausted when he was in Gwen, how would it be convenient for Grace to act in secret?

By the way, and Ashley's reference to deliberateness and stiffness, if this guy was a man, then none of this would be surprising.

In this way, the sheriff should also have died in his hands.

"The lair, where will his lair be?"

"theater?!"

Sigmon's eyes lit up, and he turned over and jumped down from the window, "Ashley, help me inform the captain that I found the fourth-order superhuman, it's Grace!"

"Don't forget to pick up a pen from Ryan!"

In Liam City, with the support of Marek and others at any time, Sigmon is more confident, and he is just tracking and observing first.

Even if you are unlucky and a conflict breaks out, you can't beat it, and you still have the ability to protect yourself.

not to mention……

He squeezed the whistle hanging around his neck. The python had digested the corpse, and the lines on the whistle became clearer. This means his little pet has been strengthened again.

Quietly jumping down from the upstairs, Sigmon walked quickly across the roof ridge, without disturbing anyone, and arrived at the theater in the Bell Tower District not long after.

As midnight approached, the doors of the theater had long been closed, and even the gatekeeper had turned off the lights to rest.

Sigmon climbed all the way up the wall, and finally found a half-closed window on the third floor.

Gently pushing open the window, he jumped into the theater.

The theater is divided into two parts: the inner and outer parts.

The front is the stage and auditorium, and the back is the preparation area.

Open the curtain and enter the backstage.

A strange smell of motor oil, leather, and woodwork hits you.

There are various organs and props hidden under the stage.

They are all used to perform magic such as escape rooms or big changes to the living.

Covering his eyes with spiritual power, the dim room was like daytime. Sigmon walked through quickly, and the whole backstage was extremely messy, but he didn't find anything unusual here.

After thinking for a while, he left the theater along the same path, then stood on the roof and looked up at the clock tower not far away.

It's just midnight.

A contract creator will usually hide in the place that is most conducive to his activities, plus the strange smell of oil on Nick's body.

That's why Sigmund came to the theater to search.

But think about it carefully at this time, the clock tower stands in the most conspicuous place in the whole city, but in fact it is the most suitable place for hiding and hiding.

Empty and quiet~www.novelmt.com~no one disturbed. There is also a place for his little toys.

Going all the way, it didn't take long for Sigmon to come to the famous landmark of Liam City.

It is said that the establishment of the bell tower can even be traced back to the beginning of the city's establishment. It used to be the center of the entire city, and many underground structures and water conservancy systems that have been preserved can still be found here.

It's just that the rise of capital, the roar of steam, and the development of industry made the city change rapidly, and the Bell Tower District slowly declined.

But occasionally there will be tourists who have just come to the city, stopping to observe and cherish the old atmosphere of the city.

"If you have a chance, you must give yourself a set of hook locks."

In the world of Assassin's Creed Syndicate, the members of the Assassin Brotherhood come and go without a trace, using hook locks, building dozens of meters high, as soon as they say it.

Although there was no hook lock right now, Sigmon just climbed up some distance and then jumped into the outer spiral staircase.

But just as Sigmon went all the way up to the top of the clock tower, in the shadow opposite the clock tower, a woman stopped.