A Hogwarts Love Game

In fact, although Mellen was suspicious, he was not completely sure. But when he came to the street near the zoo after school, he was immediately convinced.

Rows of sturdy black Cherokee jeeps have now tightly surrounded the zoo gate. They are not small in scale, but neat and orderly.

Beside these cars, there were some tough people in black suits standing.

Some of them were smoking, while others were leaning against the car door and reading newspapers. They seemed very leisurely, but no one would think that they were here just to hang out.

"Is there really a Razorback party in the UK?"

Many passers-by were attracted nearby. One of them, a young man who looked like a foreign tourist, asked with surprise on his face an old lady on the street who seemed to have been here for a long time.

"Not everyone in a suit is a gang member, honey."

The old lady corrected him: "My husband worked in a bank before he retired. He wore a suit every day, and this habit has been retained to this day."

"I'm sorry, please believe I didn't mean to offend your husband...so what exactly is going on here?"

"If you ask me, I can only answer that it is a lively thing."

"Someone was attacked here last night,"

A middle-aged man with a beard wearing a white chef's uniform interjected: "A fat animal caretaker was chased for three streets. It's hard to imagine that he could run so fast."

The bearded man was obviously a staff member of a nearby restaurant, and his words sounded convincing.

So everyone seemed to understand what was going on.

"I must have missed it yesterday, and now I'm blocking people again."

"There is such a big movement, maybe someone will die next?"

"Have you called the police?"

"Come on, man, this group of people is so arrogant, how can you be sure whether they are working with the police?"

"..."

"..."

what happened?

Balk was chased three streets?

Meren, who was listening silently, was a little confused.

Although the fat guy is not a good person, he is a relatively cautious person. It is normal to hear that his little brother was chased three streets, but why did he get angry himself?

But this doesn't seem to be important...

After glancing at the very conspicuous jeeps and men in black suits at the entrance of the zoo again, Meren turned and left.

There are also different types of gangsters.

It was obvious that those people were not the more common street gangs, and it was impossible for the gangsters to be so rich.

They are also clearly not ethnic gangs or illegal drag racing gangs.

Considering that Southampton is not Latin America, the chances of drug gangs are very slim.

So after thinking about it, it was probably a group of organized criminal groups.

But looking at the seemingly arrogant but in fact very amateurish containment measures, Meren naturally crossed out the word crime in the organized criminal group.

"A bunch of hardworking workers selling cars?"

Mellen mused as he thought about the rows of glossy black Cherokee Jeeps.

Of course, the person working cannot be the mastermind behind the scenes, only the company behind them may be.

But if this is the case, it seems even more unreasonable...

How could he, an orphan, mess with a company?Or even send someone to follow him?

Could it be that something else happened to the fat administrator and I have misunderstood it now?

Puzzled, Mellen had already arrived at a red public telephone booth on the roadside. After taking out a coin from his pocket and stuffing it into it, he started to make a familiar phone call in the UK.

After a beep, a calm and gentle voice came from the other side.

"Please say that the police department has answered your call."

"Windsor House Zoo on Wattle Street is currently having a group..."

It is very difficult for a boy who has not yet reached the stage of changing his voice to pretend that he is a grown man over the phone, but it is relatively easy to pretend that he is a young woman.

After calling the police in a low voice, Mellen thought for a while and felt that this call might not have any effect, so he made another call.

"Is it the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals?"

After being connected to the other side, he said: "I reported Balke, the administrator of the Windsor House Wildlife Park in this city, for illegally selling rare birds in private."

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"Yes, yes, he has been doing this kind of thing a long time ago."

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"Of course I have evidence. I have seen him doing private transactions with several children from nearby orphanages. I don't know the name, but one of them is very easy to identify. He is very tall and has sloppy brown hair."

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"I'm not sure where he is now, but I saw some people who just went to the zoo to look for him. I don't know what happened. I have already called the police, but I think you will be more responsible than the police in this matter."

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"Okay, I believe you will solve this cancer... Well, you're welcome. Let's talk about the reporting fee later. Goodbye, I'm going to breastfeed the child!"

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After putting down the phone, Mellen quickly left the public phone booth, and then returned directly to the dormitory of the orphanage without going to the scene.

Although it is unclear how he provoked the existence behind that group of people, this does not hinder Mellen's idea of ​​​​finding out their specific identities.

But obviously it was impossible for him to just run up and ask them who they were, let alone do any follow-up work.

Therefore, it is necessary to introduce a third party that he can relatively easily contact to find out the details of those people and the people behind them.

The city's police officers are more in line with the requirements.

But considering the suspicious words of the passer-by not long ago, Mellen thought it would be better to find a group of overseers for the police.

Who would have such a "nosy" mood?

Of course, they are the well-meaning people who have some kind of paranoia, and Sister Tasha still can't figure out what they are doing all day long.

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So the street where Windsor House Zoo is located was very busy this afternoon.

First, a group of people in black suits came here aggressively and completely surrounded the front and back entrances of the zoo. The leaders ran into the zoo without knowing what they were doing.

Then another group of people wearing casual clothes, mainly composed of elderly people and young women, arrived with angry faces.

Two groups of people clashed at the entrance of the zoo. One party refused to let in, but the other insisted on entering. Then they started fighting without knowing how to communicate.

Then, the police came, but instead of stopping the fight, they pretended to break up the fight, but in fact they just watched the excitement.

It wasn't until a middle-aged woman in the second group of people who had been beaten up with a bruised nose and face called a group of reporters holding cameras high that the police became anxious.

"Calm down! Madam, we thought you and the smuggler were in the same group."

Only a fool would believe this. The woman was furious when she heard this.

"Could it be that since we are in the same group, you can just watch me get beaten?"

"Criminals also have human rights!"

Balk, the administrator who ran out of the zoo at some unknown time, shouted angrily. He was also covered in bruises and had obviously been beaten severely before.

"you shut up!"

The middle-aged woman scolded him back, "Disgusting bastard!"

"So who exactly are you?"

The policeman wanted to change the subject and looked accusingly at the group of black suits.

The leader of the other party had a stinking face and looked like he had no comment.

"Do you even need to ask? They are obviously a group of thugs!"

The animal caretaker who was beaten said angrily: "Now I really doubt why you haven't cuffed them up yet!"

"We will investigate the details, sir, including some of your own problems."

"Investigate your mother! Fucky@￥%@#%, a waste of taxpayers' money!"

"I don't think you paid taxes on your illegal income, sir."

"Fuck you! I'd rather pay taxes on a pig than—"

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Everyone seemed to be very angry, and the noisy scene was so chaotic that the young black-haired woman who was observing in the dark unconsciously narrowed her eyes.

How did this happen?

She was confused.