When the two night watchers walked out of the room and returned to the ground, there was still a sense of dreamlike trance.

They were asked by Crestel to swear an oath not to disclose the details of the birth of the "Original Witch" spirit to the outside world. It is said that the remaining members of the Connacht City team will go through the same process one after another to avoid unnecessary accidents.

Condition.

As for their captain, Mooney Kahn, who is currently being held behind the gate of Chanis, according to Crestel, it is difficult to draw a clear conclusion at this stage.

But as long as "Nightmare" can distinguish the difference between dreams and reality, there is still hope to recover from the edge of losing control.

"Don't worry, Ising, the captain will be fine." George grinned, not only telling the secret spy lady beside him, but also telling himself, "He still owes Butterick and everyone a big meal."

As for the meal, we can't let him just fool around with it."

"...Well, everything will be fine."

Without the need for verbal communication, the two Nighthawks drew the crimson moon on their chests with unusual tacit understanding and piety.

"Praise the goddess!"

…

When, when.

As the gavel of the representative adjourned the court sounded, the trial of a lawsuit that took place in the dock area of ​​Tingen City entered the intermission process, and the time was set at fifteen minutes.

In fact, nothing can be done with this short break.

The judge and several court members should seize this opportunity to finish today's lunch quickly, because there are still many messy cases and even messier and more helpless defendants waiting for them to face in the afternoon.

For example, the young boy who stole bread, the unemployed homeless man who lived on the street because he had no money to stay, or the perpetrator who almost committed murder just to get a poor tenant to pay two weeks' rent arrears.

The cases currently under trial are of a similar nature.

A woman has been charged with murder after she tried to commit suicide by diving into the water, only to miscarry the baby she was carrying.

So after she was out of danger and left the Welfare Charity Hospital, she was charged with murder and is now sitting in the dock of the trial.

As a member of the "Punisher" team, what Eric Warden saw when he stepped into this small magistrate's court was this scene——

A haggard middle-aged woman stood in the dock with her hair disheveled, laughing and crying at times, and sometimes swearing loudly and using vulgar words.

But the few people sitting in the auditorium didn't seem to care about this. A man in dockworker's clothing looked sad and numb, huddled in an inconspicuous corner with three children wearing old clothes beside him.

A stranger who stepped into the court just looked at this side blankly and then looked away.

This has nothing to do with Eric's dress at this time.

The dirty navy blue worker uniform and the rough face that have been exposed to the sun and rain all year round make this punishment agent look like an ordinary dock porter. Like thousands of workers who also make a living by the water, they rely on

Sell ​​your strength to make a living.

Eric walked up to the defendant's husband and child, sat down several seats away, and handed over a low-quality cigarette very directly.

"Do you have any matches? Let me lend you a fire. But it would be better if you could answer one of my questions by the way - you can get this cigarette."

The dock worker just looked at him without answering. At the same time, he stopped his four- or five-year-old child from reaching out to pick up the cigarettes - with the storm blowing above, Eric felt that he would never be able to distinguish between these dirty things.

Whether the child is a boy or a girl.

"Don't be nervous, I work for Daddy Bob Shipping, and I was sent to find out what happened recently."

The punisher casually mentioned the name of a local gangster in the dock area and chatted for a few more words. He quickly dispelled the middle-aged man's wariness with his reasonable choice of words and the aura of a "sailor" about him.

"...what's the question, you can ask it."

The dock worker took the low-quality cigarette from his hand, but did not light it immediately. He just put it in front of his nose and sniffed it with an intoxicated expression. It took a while before he reluctantly stuffed it into his coat pocket.

Eric waited until the other party finished enjoying the faint smell of tobacco in the cigarette, and then spoke in a slow tone:

"I heard that when your wife was found jumping into the river and was rescued, she claimed that she saw a monster...a huge, deformed monster in the dock area. You know, my boss always takes such rumors very seriously.
Chapter completed!