The gray buildings are arranged tightly on both sides of the road, and the dark shadows cast in the moonlight. The shadows like black giants reveal an unknown sense of oppression.

On the walls that have begun to deteriorate after years of destruction, countless spider-web-like cracks appeared, and there were many traces of water leakage up and down, wetting one side after another. The buildings nearby all look like this stormy. Even if the old city streets are filled with old buildings as "symbolized", if you want to compete with anyone's building here, you may feel ashamed.

This is a fork that came into the north of Sland Street where the tree spell last occurred. It is one of the few blocks on the edge of the city of Katris. The gap left behind on the back of the old buildings gradually connects a lane connecting various blocks.

The main road outside is lined with high-end restaurants and clothing stores, and there are also several well-known exhibition halls. Recently, a painter seems to have held a personal exhibition in one of the exhibition halls. People wearing high-class clothing can always be seen on the side of the main road.

Of course, that is a "common" landscape on the main road. This is the back street, one of the areas where things are hiding hidden under the bright and beautiful appearance. The garbage is spilled between buildings and buildings, and there is also the foul-stenched water flowing out of nowhere.

Each building is very old, mostly cheap apartments or mixed houses, and some shops look like bad-managed representatives. They are probably the main customers of low income people, and the store is filled with third-rate inferior goods, or the fermented cooker is like imitation goods.

In Curt's experience, in such a small store, you can buy meat that can make the family eat enough for a few yuan. And you can drink it for only ten yuan. Of course, these products are no longer limited to the quality, or even whether they are healthy after eating.

However, people who have the energy to care about these things probably won’t come in to buy things in this place, as if the things in these places were designed for the people who exist here. Compared with the already dilapidated old town, the style seemed to have increased a lot in an instant.

Without any modification, this is a slum.

The other side of the luxurious commercial city of Katris is this. The poorer the poorer the richer the richer the vicious cycle continues to take place in this city. Perhaps sometimes lucky people can stand out from the working people. But there are only a handful of such people.

However, the situation today seems a bit abnormal. In this neighborhood, where there should be only poor residents, a group of people who do not match the atmosphere here appeared. Men and women in well-tailed suits gathered here, and about forty or dozens of people filled the road, forming a thick wall of people.

On the other side of the wall, there were crowds watching the fun, rough shoes, simple tops, men with messy stubble, and women with plain faces. They were residents of this alley. Perhaps because it was rare to see such a lively scene, even the old lady wearing a wool jacket on her pajamas ran out and looked at the noisy crowd with her chaotic eyes.

Curt slowed down his walking speed and moved forward slowly. The reporters from various newspapers blocked the road ahead. He squeezed into the human wall and slowly separated a road with his hands. At the end of the human wall, there was a guard officer pulling a strip of banned passage. In front of him was an isolated area for the guards.

Seeing Curt coming slowly, the guards just handed over a look. Curt, who understood it, consciously handed his identity certificate to the guards. During this period, he was wandering around the guards, and many guards knew him. Grosted's notice before entering the hospital also gave him a lot of convenience.

"I didn't expect that things were going faster than I thought." After breaking into the residential area from the main road, Curt's expression was quite relaxed before he saw the scene in front of him. "Don't those reporters know that they can restrain themselves... Or is the so-called scoop news so important?"

The exterior walls of buildings are on both sides of the road. The remaining space is quite narrow and it is not enough for cars to pass through. Now, if you squeeze into dense crowds, it will be even more overflowing. Even if pedestrians want to pass, they have to consider their size carefully before thinking about it.

"What...what should I say...it would be much better without them." Hearing Curt's joke, the security officer who let him enter the blockade area stammered, "But this time it was a little different... The first person found out was a reporter from the Highway Daily."

This answer explains why so many newspaper reporters gathered here. Since the first person discovered that the person was not from the security forces, the news that they did not blockade would flow out at an extremely fast speed, especially when major newspapers spend money to buy such news that may be headlined.

"You can ask the on-site supervisor for the specific situation. There should be some results there." He pointed to the scene behind, then looked at the reporters who were eyeing the scene and said, "I will stop these guys so that they will cause trouble again."

The so-called "site" is where the end of the narrow alley is. The small open space may have been a place for children in these slums to play, but now it has been seized by things that do not match the atmosphere here. They surrounded the open space, as if spreading uneasy air.

Several men were standing around in gray work suits and investigating. One of them hurriedly ran over after discovering Curt.

"You are Curt? Ryanster. I heard from Beat's patrol that the work in our team has depended on your help during this period." He stood up straight and saluted Curt, "I am the supervisor of the investigation site. Just call me You Geely."

The man was a strong man with dark skin. If he stood up straight, he would probably be a little taller than Curt. His chest was strong, and his wrists were also thicker. The name "Yujili" was sewn on the chest of the work clothes, which was undoubtedly his last name.

"Ah, hello, I'm Curt Leinster."

Ke Te nodded and greeted him at the same time: "Maybe you don't remember, but we should have had a chance to attack the giant monster on the road before. At that time, you seemed to be working with Beat and the others to investigate the metal fragments peeled from the monster."

"Huh...is that true? I'm really sorry. At that time, I was paying attention to studying the fallen objects and didn't notice your affairs. Well... I'm so sorry, but I put the past aside. I think you should be more interested in why we asked you to come and assist in the investigation."

In an instant, the expression of the on-site supervisor who claimed to be Geely condensed, and his eyes seemed a little shaken. Although he quickly mentioned other topics, this did not escape Curt's eyes. But what he said was true. Compared to these things, Curt was more curious about why he was called by the police.

After all, it’s 1:4 in the morning, which is the time when ordinary people are already asleep.

I had been busy for a day today, and it was almost evening when Liqi and Oscar ran to the Wiggins Monastery. Curt thought that there was enough things to deal with on this day. Unexpectedly, I was called to the corner of this slum that I rarely visited in the middle of the night.

However, when he saw the thing in the scene surrounded by these staff members, all questions were answered without Geely explaining it.

It was a familiar "painting". The author used scattered blood to draw a strange dial, and the weak limbs of the deceased became a "pointer".

It was like replicating Liqi's miserable situation at that time, but the object was replaced by an old Slot. The short black iron spear was embedded in the old man's thin body, fixing him to point to Liushiji. His head was opened and everything inside had disappeared.

When the reinforcements sent by the academy arrived at the monastery site in the evening, Curt had handed over all the black iron spears pulled from Liqi. If the work in the academy went smoothly, the appearance of the black iron spears should have been delivered to the security forces as evidence to share.

There is nothing strange about this. Curt is the "discoverer" of this black iron spear. The guard probably thought he knew a lot, so he called him. If the purpose of "Eye of True Vision" is to "make the major forces in Katris City anxious", Curt dares to say that they have achieved phased results. If the pressure continues to be put on for a period of time, the guards will never be the only one who is exhausted.

Since the last incident of tree spirits in residential areas was widely publicized by newspapers, the guards have also strengthened patrols in areas that had once become a blind spot for public security. However, this vicious murder of Slots occurred under their noses. The first person to discover was the reporter of the newspaper. It can be foreseeable that it will not take long, and the headlines of major newspapers in Katris will criticize the guards again.

However, this miserable look was even more serious than Liqi at that time. If Liqi showed her appearance at that time was interrupted by Curt and others in the middle and became a semi-finished product. Then now this "painting" is definitely the "art creation" of the black-robed magician again.

The "pathological" mentioned by Liqi not only did not restrain itself, but instead showed a tendency to become more and more intense. Today he had just suffered a setback near the academy, and he also threw away the chips for the "Eye of True Vision" and Curt's trading with his own hands... Now he has created a new victim so quickly, including some venting anger.

If they want to destroy them, they will first make them crazy. If these lunatics do not perish, it will be difficult for them to enjoy peace by Katris, who is regarded as their target. (To be continued...)
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