life copy game

Chapter 657 Firelight
"Typically, these kinds of cases end in death," he said.

He Ao put down the fried chicken in his hand, "So you are investigating a closed case? Private investigation? Why?"

"Well...you may not believe it when you tell me,"

Isia smiled, and slowly stirred the cup of coffee in the cup with the plastic plate for stirring sugar packets, "I think there is something else hidden in this case."

"why?"

Ho asked again in a low voice.

"About three years ago,"

Isia looked down at the coffee in the cup that had been stirred into a chaotic vortex,
"Nighthawk once went to Twilight City on official business. I had a brief contact with him. During that short contact, I had a basic understanding of his character,"

Her tone paused slightly, as if lost in memory, "He is a very persistent person who has great hatred for pollution monsters. He has been working hard to eliminate all pollution monsters. For such a person, I still believe that he defected. But to say that he keeps pollution monsters makes me find it hard to believe.

"However, the investigation team produced conclusive evidence. They found many living pollution monsters in the factory rented by Nighthawk, and also found a large number of relics left by missing persons near the warehouse, and found Nighthawks 'kidnapped' Southside homeless and single population traces.

"All clues point to the fact that Nighthawk kidnaps ordinary people and raises pollution monsters in private."

"What about Nighthawk himself," Howard said softly, "didn't he express anything to these?"

Regardless of whether the truth is that way, the parties should be able to explain their behavior.

"No,"

Isia shook her head,

"He disappeared, probably more than a month ago.

"According to the investigation team, they had long grasped the clue that Nighthawk was raising pollution monsters without permission, but when they were trying to capture Nighthawk, Nighthawk discovered their intention and injured the investigation team's The members then absconded in fear of crime.

"From then on, until the chief shot and killed him, he never appeared again, nor did he leave any words or clues."

"Is this a unilateral 'conviction' without any testimony from the 'suspects'?"

He Ao concluded in a slow voice.

"Yes,"

Ishia nodded, "And after Nighthawk 'fleeed', the investigation team sealed off his residence, burned all his personal belongings, and completely destroyed the warehouse where Nighthawk 'raised' the pollution monster.

"The reason given by the investigation team for these practices is that Nighthawk is conducting an evil experiment with strong pollution and must destroy everything he left behind.

"In addition, apart from a simple report explaining the ins and outs, most of the evidence about the Nighthawk case has been completely sealed or destroyed."

"If he's actually conducting an experiment involving a high presence,"

He Ao glanced at the dark street outside the window, "This approach is correct. After all, any information or knowledge about the existence of high positions will be leaked, which will lead to dire consequences."

"Um,"

Isia nodded slightly, agreeing with He Ao's words, "Actually, there are no logical loopholes in the investigation report given by the investigation team, but..."

"But in this investigation report, an important part is missing, and that is the confession from 'Nighthawk' himself,"

He Ao took her words, "Neither pleaded guilty nor pleaded, as if he has been keeping silent, or someone needs him to 'keep silent'."

"Yes!"

Isia looked at He Ao, the old lights of the restaurant reflected in her brown eyes, exuding brilliance,

"And I've always felt that Nighthawk would never do something like raising polluting monsters to hold evil rituals. There must be something else hidden in this case."

"So you launched an investigation into the case privately?"

Howe looked at her.

"Um,"

The vortexed coffee in Isia's cup gradually returned to normal calm, and she sat up slightly,

"Although I can't access the information related to the Nighthawk case, I can start from the edge of the case. In the final investigation report, the investigation team showed that some delivery people were also hunted and killed by Nighthawk.

"Although the report doesn't say which company's delivery staff it is, there are not many food delivery companies in San Jon City. I will start looking around the warehouse and investigate one by one. I can always find some clues."

"What did you find?"

How asked.

"I haven't found much information so far, but I found that there are actually very few cases of missing delivery people in San Jon. According to the situation of several food delivery companies I visited, when Nighthawk was still there, St. There are almost no missing cases of food delivery workers in Jon City,

"And most of the new disappearances occurred after Nighthawk 'fleeing the crime',"

Ishia said slowly, "Fewer cases means that it is easier to investigate the disappearance of the deliveryman related to Nighthawk mentioned in the report, and then I visited the San Jon City Police Department to ask for more information from them. There came some report information from when Nighthawk was still alive, but before I had time to sort out the information, I encountered what happened last night."

"This proves that your investigation is in the right direction. Only when you are on the right path will you invite death,"

He Ao said softly, and then he looked at Isia, "You stop now before you find anything, maybe it's still too late, those Nighthawk's former subordinates may not even think about complaining for him,

"Besides, Nighthawk is dead now. As a person who was transferred from other places and only had brief contact with Nighthawk, is it worth doing this?"

"Someone has to bring out the hidden truth,"

Isia returned the same gaze to He Ao, "The distorted facts will not return to their original appearance just because the matter has passed."

He Ao stared at Isia in front of him, staring at her firm eyes.

He vaguely saw familiar shadows on Isia.

There are always some people in this world who stick to their beliefs and practice them.

The entire dining table fell into a brief silence, only the crisp sound of Jiaxi crunching the fried chicken remained.

"Feel sorry······"

Isia also seemed to realize that she was a little too excited just now, her body bent down, and she opened her mouth slightly, ready to end the topic.

But at this time, He Ao spoke slowly, and a calm and old voice sounded in Isia's ears, "I have seen many people like you."

"How are they now?"

Ishia couldn't help asking.

"Although the road is difficult, fortunately, they still persist in the direction they have chosen."

He Ao paused every word and spoke slowly.

"Thank you."

Ishia's already hunched figure slowly straightened up again.

She knew that He Ao was affirming her choice.

Even in the deepest and darkest night, someone will always light the torch, and someone will lift up their clothes to block the cold wind of the silent night for this weak flame.

After this conversation, unconsciously, the originally unfamiliar barrier between the two gradually disappeared under the dim light.

Isia picked up the coffee in the cup and drank the remaining coffee in one gulp. The milk froth floated on her lips. She stared at He Ao and finally asked the question she had been wondering all along.
"Old gentleman, why did you go to Werther last night?"

In a world without Ho Ao, Isia's flame and life would be forever extinguished in that deep night last night.

"You must have overheard some conversation between Werther and me last night,"

He Ao stared at Isia's embarrassed face and said with a smile, "The reason why I went to find Werther was very simple. He set fire to my son's house and almost burned me and my granddaughter to death in the house, and then I went to find Werther. He asked why my son's house was being burned down."

"what?"

Isia didn't react to He Ao's concise and clear narration for a while, but she quickly figured out the logic, and after a short thought, she asked softly, "Then did you get any clues? "

"Currently, the clue I got is that he accepted a 'task' from the black market,"

He Ao said slowly, "The task is to burn my son's house, but my investigation is stuck at this step, because I don't have a black market account."

"An account in the black market?"

Ishia was stunned for a moment, she was no stranger to the black market, she thought about it, "The black market account can only be contacted with 'Drawer', and you can buy the registration code from him, and I don't have the contact information for the drawer here, but,"

She raised her head and looked at He Ao, "I got a two-level black market account from a lone traveler in Twilight City. I don't know if it's useful."

Then she realized that there seemed to be something wrong with her statement, and she further explained,

"I don't think it was a coincidence that we met last night. Werther is unlikely to be doing two unrelated tasks at the same time, so the two 'events' against us may come from the same 'client'."

At this moment, she gradually recalled that the old gentleman in front of her was not only a "confidant" who could affirm her belief, but also someone who might have a common goal with her in a certain sense.

She stared at He Ao and continued, "But I didn't bring the device bound to the black market account, so I can only bring it to you when we meet next time."

She is in a good mood.

In the process of communicating with He Ao, she gradually felt a sense of enlightenment, and gradually figured out some clues in He Ao's suggestions and conversations about things that had no clue at all.

He Ao stared at her excited cheeks, finally nodded slightly, "OK."

"correct,"

At this time, Ishia seemed to think of something, and she glanced at He Ao, "Mr., you just mentioned that your son's house was burned. Are you living with your son now? Is it convenient to stay now?"

"I live with my granddaughter and I have my own little house in the northwest."

Howard shook his head.

"Then your son is looking for a place to live by himself..."

Ishia was a little puzzled.

"Do not,"

He Ao shook his head, and after a short pause, he lifted the suitcase that had been leaning on the chair just now, "Here they are, my son and daughter-in-law."

Ishia was blinded again, but didn't react for a short time.

She looked at the suitcase, at the stars on it, and at the undertaker's logo branded on it, and she realized something.

She lowered her head and looked at He Ao, "Sorry..."

"fine,"

He Ao shook his head, "You didn't know it beforehand, and it was out of good intentions."

"Is it the fire last night?"

Isia asked tentatively in a low voice.

"It was a car accident, before the fire,"

He Ao looked at her, "Speaking of which, I also have one thing to ask you."

"Just say it."

Ishia straightened up.

"My son was found by scavengers, and some of the remains were sealed in the San Jon City Police Station as evidence."

He Ao opened his mouth slowly.

"I can borrow these evidences," Isia carefully considered her words, "but I can't 'borrow' them all the time, I still have to return them."

"No, I don't want those relics,"

He Ao shook his head, "Usually, the police station should have photos of these relics, as well as the autopsy report made by the forensic doctor for my son and daughter-in-law. Can you 'copy' a copy for me?"

"That's no problem."

Ishia nodded, "Do you suspect that there was something wrong with that car accident?"

She remembered at this moment that Werther had burned down the house of Ho's son, not Ho's.

"I don't know." He Ao shook his head and said truthfully, "Maybe there may be some clues."

"I'll get it done as soon as possible."

Ishia nodded slightly, and then she raised her bracelet, "Mr., let's leave a contact information. I will find the information and send it to you."

"sorry to bother you."

He Ao raised his bracelet and exchanged messages with Isia.

"If nothing else, you saved me last night,"

Ishia shook her head, "These are what I should do,"

As she said that, she looked at He Ao with some embarrassment, "I haven't asked your name yet..."

"Sito,"

He Ao replied softly, and then spelled Xito's name again. At this time, he also remembered something, and asked in a low voice, "Have you seen that 'Nighthawk'? Is there a picture of him?"

"No,"

Isia shook her head, "Nighthawk has always been wearing an iron mask, which hardly shows his true face to others. According to him, he experienced a disaster when he was a child, which resulted in disfigurement, so he always wears a mask."

"Ok."

He Ao nodded in thought.

"Speaking of which, old man, you have been in San Jon City for so many years, have you never met a pollution monster or come into contact with a nighthawk?"

Isia asked curiously while keeping He Ao's electronic business card.

Judging from He Ao's two demonstrations of strength, this 'Old Mister' is a particularly strong existence even in the C-level, but such a powerful transcendent has never been exposed to the pollution cleanup in San Jon City. In front of the company, she was a little curious.

Hearing her question, He Ao looked up at the empty street outside the window, "If possible, I don't want to get involved in this dispute."

Ishia's eyes fell on He Ao's body, on the suitcase clinging to He Ao's body.

She looked at He Ao's old and forlorn body, mottled white hair.

If possible, this old man can enjoy his old age quietly, and live a plain and happy life with his son and granddaughter, instead of being with conspiracies, monsters, and madness here.

The restaurant fell into a dim silence. A diner opened the restaurant door to leave. An unexpected wind broke into the old restaurant, disturbing the silence under the lights and curling the old man's white hair on the sideburns.

At this moment, Jia Qian took off the plastic gloves and raised her hands high, "Grandpa, I'm done eating!"

The immature child's voice broke the old wind's voice.

He Ao turned his head, glanced at Jia Qian with a smile, reached out and rubbed her little head, "Are you full?"

"Uh-huh,"

Jia Qian nodded frantically, then she looked at Ishia, and said obediently, "Thank you sister!"

The originally somewhat repressed and awkward atmosphere was resolved in the cute and lovely voice of the little girl.

"Little sister, if you want to eat, sister can bring you here often, and even take you to eat more delicious food!"

Ishia bent down and smiled at her.

"Sister, you look like the villain in the book who wants to kidnap and sell children,"

Cathy blinked her eyes.

Ishia's expression was stagnant, and she couldn't help laughing, "It's weird."

"My name is Jia Qian, not Gu Ling Jing Guai."

Cathy raised her little hand.

"Okay," He Ao rubbed Jia Qian's little head, looked at Isia, "do you need anything else?"

"I'm done eating,"

Isia shook her head quickly.

"Then let's go out for a walk to digest food?"

Ho asked softly.

"it is good."

Ishia and Jiaxi nodded at the same time.

The three of them tidied up the table a bit, got up and faced the outside of the restaurant.

At this moment, there were far fewer pedestrians on the street, and it seemed unusually empty. The afternoon sun had already passed, and the entire street was getting darker, as if the sun was setting and night was about to fall.

The three of them walked slowly on the human-shaped walkway. In the alleys next to the walkway, it was already as dark as night.

After leaving the restaurant, the atmosphere among the three became quiet, only Jia Qian looked around from time to time.

And Isia seemed to be thinking about something.

It wasn't until she walked out of the restaurant for a long distance that she raised her head and looked at He Ao, "Old sir..."

At this moment, He Ao suddenly raised the crutch in his hand.

boom--

The violent impact brought huge smoke and wind to blow Isia's long brown-blond hair.

It wasn't until the smoke and dust cleared that Isia could clearly see what was causing the strong wind.

It was a four-legged monster with a body length of four to five meters, a sharp cone on its head, and a scale armor on its back. It rushed out of the deep alleyway behind it, and suddenly attacked He Ao and the three of them.

However, its purpose was not achieved in the end.

At this moment, the sharp cone on the monster's head was being caught by the crutch in He Ao's hand, and the impact of the whole body also ended here, and the huge body could no longer move forward.

But the terrifying and distorted sense of coercion still came from the monster's body.

Class C!
This is a C-level pollution monster.

Ishia stared blankly at this scene.

How could there be so many C-rank monsters here.

"Hold on."

He Ao glanced at Isia, and suddenly exerted force on the arm blocking the monster, and the monster flying out of the darkness flew back into the shadow of the alleyway again.

(End of this chapter)