Chapter 27: Delivering a Letter

"It's just a little further ahead." Feng Buxi pulled Yun Xiao, attracting the nearest Guard Team, "The commotion just now wasn't small; normally, any NPC should go and take a look."

Sure enough, a Guard Team behind them ran over, looked around for a while, and upon hearing the sounds coming from the Emond Theater, chased after them.

At this time, the guards were busy fulfilling their daily KPI; if any vagrants caused trouble, they would be targeted immediately.

Just now, Feng Buxi had pretended that Yun Xiao had stolen his things, shouting and chasing while doing so, which attracted a large group of guards.

By now, they should have almost surrounded the entire vicinity.

It wasn't just the guards; because of Chen Ai's shouting, some police officers also heard the commotion, and there were even members of the press who, after hearing the noise, called the Police Station to ask what was happening.

"Who goes there!" The guard holding a lantern shone it toward the direction of the Emond Theater; a murder had occurred there during the day, so it was already a key area of concern for them.

It was said that a witch was at the Emond Theater and had murdered a young, beautiful woman.

Seeing so many people surrounding her, the woman who had been full of confidence gritted her teeth and said, "Heh, I'll let you off this once, but you won't have such good luck next time."

As she spoke, she seemed to vanish suddenly and left the alley.

Only then did the heavy stench of blood begin to drift through the air.

It was obvious that even though they had been delayed for some time by the players, this witch had still completed a ritual.

Even a young person like Viktor could barely hold on; those who were older or in poor health would have been even less able to withstand it.

"What happened?" The captain of the Guard Team drew the short sword at his waist and ran over with his men.

Kneeling on the ground with blood streaming from the corners of his eyes, Viktor looked up and said weakly, "Officer, there was a strange woman..."

"Damn witch! It's fortunate that the guards and police were dispatched in time." Before the sky had fully brightened, Feng Bu'er, wearing a Cloak, returned to the Chamber of Commerce building. He threw down his gloves fiercely and gritted his teeth, saying, "Seven people died this time, seven! And it was near the Municipal Building. There's no way we can cover this up now; those reporters are like pugs smelling meat, coming to the Chamber of Commerce every day to ask endless questions."

"There's no help for it; we aren't the War Church, and they wouldn't dare run to the Military Camp to ask them so many stupid questions." His subordinate Bulu followed behind Feng and said, "We've already released the people from the Theater. According to them, they were startled when the witch was casting her spell last night. It's also possible they felt physical discomfort, which is why they discovered it first. Later, other citizens also walked out of their doors due to physical discomfort, which is what caused the commotion."

"Thank goodness; if no one had caused a commotion in the night, I'm afraid even more people in the commercial district would have died. We must find that witch, but few people have seen her." Looking at the portrait in his hand, Feng Bu'er hammered the table in frustration, "That witch named Susan had all her interpersonal relationships within the Theater; that lead is now broken."

"The two actors who were closest to Susan have both died suddenly. Damn ritual." Everyone cursed, and Feng Bu'er even walked out of the Chamber of Commerce behind the church.

It must have been someone who attracted the attention of the guards and police.

That is to say, someone discovered the witch yesterday and issued a warning in advance.

It's just that everyone is a smart person, and no one wants to look for trouble. The activity of these Evil Gods in Tana City is too high; they had only just managed to calm down the previous incident, and now another Evil God is attempting that whole 'descent' business.

But who could it be?

The methods of the Wealth Church are almost useless; even if they use Transcendental Power, they can only track it as far as the Bar Street in the East District. That place is a mix of fish and dragons, and the temporary population alone is sixty thousand; it's not that easy to conduct a thorough investigation.

If only there were a clue, any kind of clue would do...

Just as Feng Bu'er felt the problem had reached a deadlock, a handwritten letter was delivered to his hand.

The person who delivered the letter looked quite ordinary, appearing to be an honest serf; the other party's eyes held a bit of worry and a bit of nervousness.

"This is a drawing?" What surprised Feng Bu'er was that the drawing in the letter was extremely vivid.

"Do you know where the person who drew this is?" Feng said with a somewhat excited tone.

Feng Buxi scratched his head, then put his hands behind his back and pursed his lips.

"Caught?" The other party immediately understood his meaning, "Do you know where?"

Feng Buxi nodded.

He had just come from the Bar Street; as a night-time street wanderer, he had buried quite a few people these past few days.

Of course, ever since meeting Brown Beard, their money-making route had gone a bit off-track; they had been doing corpse-burying work for two days straight, though they mostly helped transport injured people to the hospital.

There was plenty of such work on Bar Street; those outlaws often started fighting after just a few words.

He did this job together with Yun Xiao, and truth be told, it was quite profitable. Since the test started, they had earned a total of 120 Tana, which was quite a bit more than working on the Nongzhuang, and they might just be the wealthiest people in the game.

Sometimes, when delivering people to the clinic, they would even receive tips.

So, the two of them were the first people in the game to drink Coffee.

The taste was quite good! Just like the taste he had imagined!

No matter how one looked at it, Feng Buxi looked like a stranger who had run in from outside. Feng waved his hand, and a dozen subordinates gathered under him.

"There is a clue here; we will go take a look with him in a moment." Feng handed the letter to several subordinates; on it were drawings of the witch and her subordinates, as well as a portion of the content witnessed by the eyewitness when the incident occurred.

It could be seen that the person in the drawing was a lady who, having seen the scene of the witch's sacrifice, threw stones at the theater and shattered the glass.

Subsequently, the witch's subordinates began to chase this eyewitness and finally abducted them.

Later, they imprisoned this eyewitness.

The specific location would be provided by the letter-sender standing to the side.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime clue! Bulu frowned and said, "Could there be any problem with this?"

"Regardless of whether there is a problem, we must go and take a look. Bulu, you go notify the people at the Police Station to do some guard work for us; after all, it is on Bar Street, and it wouldn't be good if things got chaotic."

"Don't worry, boss. It's morning now; those drunks won't be getting up at this hour."

"Then be quick. You, what is your name?" Feng turned and asked Feng Buxi.

"Feng..." Feng Buxi remembered that he shouldn't use his real name.

However, Feng Bu'er clearly took the character 'Feng' as the other party's name, "So you have the same name as me. I should be older than you, so you can just be called Little Feng."

(End of chapter)