Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Walking through the narrow brick streets, Jorah and Flag were led by the crying girl to a relatively clean and tidy house inside.

The entire building is 3 stories high, and the exterior walls have been newly painted with light red paint. A scattering of scantily clad women can be seen standing at the door of nearby houses, focusing on Jorah and his party, and between the houses next to them. In the aisle, a man and a woman were shaking against each other in the shadows.

"The prisoner you are talking about is here, isn't it, Miss Charlotte Lacey."

Jorah's voice was so loud that everyone around him could hear it clearly, and the guests who were about to put their arms around the woman for entertainment also came closer to watch the excitement.

"Yes, he's in there."

"Okay, Flagg, please be polite. Go and ask first so that you don't say I deliberately stirred up trouble later. Everything will follow the procedure."

Flagg comforted Charlotte Lacey beside him and knocked on the glossy brown door.

The person who opened the door inside was a petite girl wearing heavy makeup and thin clothes. You could vaguely see what she was wearing inside. She had a regular face and features, and the heavy makeup covered up her original beauty. She had dark blond hair and gray-green eyes.

She saw Charlotte standing outside and glanced back nervously.

"Charlotte, go away quickly, why are you coming back? You must have a chance to leave here." The girl looked at the stairs inside from time to time, urging Charlotte to leave quickly.

"Nancy, you don't have to be afraid. These two are police officers. They will help us administer justice." Charlotte rubbed her eyes and stood on the side of the door.

The girl named Nancy looked at Jorah and Flagg angrily, and then spoke to Charlotte in a low voice.

"What's the use of the police? The chief even slept with me last night. Didn't he just want to do it for free?"

Then he looked at Jorah and the two, "Don't come here to play these little tricks to deceive my sister. It's already very difficult for her. Free is impossible, so I can just commit suicide. I can give you half the price. Hurry up and take Charlotte." Please leave, I beg you."

Nancy was a little anxious and looked behind her from time to time. Flagg took out his inspector's certificate and showed it to her, but Nancy obviously didn't know how to read and tilted her head.

"Don't worry, I have a higher rank than the chief of the police here, and we are really here to investigate. We suspect that Moritz is hiding a fugitive who escaped some time ago. This lady is our key witness, and we will protect it. her."

Flagg explained to Nancy politely. He saw the panic of the girl in front of him. The man in the aisle next to him came out with his pants lifted. When he saw several people at the door, especially Charlotte in the middle, he smiled and spoke.

"Charlotte, just think about it. Now that you know how to help bring customers to the store, don't think about leaving in the future, and don't think about contradicting Boss Moritz. Please come in."

"Does I look like that kind of person?"

Jorah punched the man and knocked him unconscious to the ground. Several men scattered around gathered here, and the man who was driving away some homeless people by the wall also came closer with a stick in his hand.

Footsteps sounded in the room, followed by a slight hoarse sound.

"Nancy, what took you so long? The guests are impatient to wait. Go back quickly. Who is outside?"

Jorah pulled out the slightly panicked Nancy and stuffed it into Flagg's place. She kicked open the back door and saw Moritz coming out.

He is tall and has white powder on his face. He looks to be in his forties.

"Charlotte, is this the helper you found? It seems that the lessons I gave you were not enough, and you also led Nancy astray. Those tramps should like you very much."

"Mr. Moritz, that's not the case, listen to me...

Nancy wanted to say something, but was shocked by Jorah who had already mentioned Moritz and walked out.

At that moment, Jorah knocked down Moritz with one punch and lifted him out. He had a pirate's ferocity about him. He looked at the people gathered outside and sneered. These people are really incorrigible. shit.

"We are inspectors from Langeburg, the Autonomous Principality of Faroe. We now suspect Moritz of being a fugitive. Let me see how many accomplices he has."

Flagg took out his ID and opened it. Those people saw it and did not dare to approach. Moritz, who was still being mentioned, quickly spoke.

"Two Mr. Inspectors, I think you have misunderstood. We have always abided by the law. How could we harbor fugitives?"

"Could it be that I made a mistake?"

Jorah stopped him with one sentence, and Moritz winked at the people around him, asking them to quickly move reinforcements. Those people also scattered and fled.

"Two Mr. Inspectors, why don't we go in and talk about it? This won't solve the problem."

"Then let's see what you say."

Jorah put down Moritz. Although he was half a head shorter than Moritz, he was still a strong man in Sequence 7, so Madam Ququ didn't take him seriously.

Moritz put away his usual arrogance and led the two people in respectfully. Only when he looked at Charlotte behind him, his eyes returned to their usual look.

Snapped! There was a loud slap in the face, and a red palm print appeared on half of Moritz's face. Jorah retracted his slap. Pointing to Charlotte and Nancy behind.

"I will protect them from now on. Don't let me hear any rumors, otherwise I will come back and beat you half to death even if I don't catch the fugitives. I'm not afraid of the backstage either. The entire Church of Knowledge is standing behind me. Don't give it to me. Playing tricks."

Flagg was a little shocked when he saw this scene. He would definitely not be able to do it if it were him.

These things are very common here. He has been in the navy for so long and has been timid. For the sake of his future, he is not as bloody as Jorah.

The most important thing is to know how to use your own advantages without leaving any evidence behind.

If you dare to scold the church, he will directly judge you as a heretic, leaving you unable to even find your fault.

A few homeless people on the wall farther outside, after listening to the conversation, patted their butts and left. Among them, the one who looked more energetic said to the one who was a little depressed.

"Go back and tell the envoy that it is not appropriate for officials to take action. You can go and relax for a day."

The people who were a little depressed instantly became energetic after hearing this, and Kuaishu ran towards their destination. The remaining people rummaged through the garbage and continued walking slowly, leaving naturally.

Jorah stood at the door of a room, looking at the men and women leaning against each other inside. This was the last room. Since it was an excuse to check for fugitives, things had to be done well.

"You continue." He closed the door and returned to the lounge below with Flagg and Moritz. The smell of inferior perfume was very strong, but Jorah could get used to the harsh environment at sea, so it had little effect.

"Mr. Jorah, Mr. Flagg, you see, I really don't have any fugitives here." Moritz was a little aggrieved and bent down.

"Do you have a license to operate?"

"Of course, this is a legal business."

"I heard that you beat someone and were involved in robbery."

"That's because Charlotte doesn't work well. It's just a small punishment. You two want to take a rest. You can choose from among them. I'll treat you."

"Although the fugitive cannot be found, he may still be hiding in other places. For this reason, I will watch you for a while and hope you will cooperate with us. And don't let me see you beating someone, otherwise I will beat you back. "

Moritz's face turned green. He didn't expect that the uncle he couldn't afford to mess with came. Now he could only hope that the police chief who could come could solve this matter.

I didn't expect Charlotte's life to be so good. If I had known better, I would have sold her to the island to be the wife of those fishermen.

I originally thought of waiting for her to give in and come back to continue, and Nancy, the cash cow, was going to be gone, but she was the most outstanding-looking person here.

"Of course, I'll arrange a place for you, and Charlotte and Nancy will also come to accompany you." Moritz had no choice but to grit his teeth and settle the matter.

"Are we like that kind of people? Let them come over quickly."

Jorah waved his hand and told Moritz Kleimann to go and get things done quickly. This guy was really shrewd and would give up when it was time to give up. No wonder he was able to run the business.

"Jorah, this is not good for you!"

Flagg was a little worried whether this guy would still act like a pirate, which would bring trouble to the church.

"You think too much. Am I that kind of person? Let them sing for us. It just relieves the fatigue of the past few days. It is easy to lose control if you are always stretched like this. We still have sacred vows to complete. !”

Jorah cried as he spoke. He was not lucky at all and returned to this prison.

"Sorry, I thought you were that kind of...

"Think they are those pirates who rush at women when they see them? Come on, we slept in the same room for six years at least. Don't you understand who I am?"

Nancy and Charlotte, who had just come in, were shocked when they heard this. They leaned against the door panel and looked at the two of them with some fear. They heard the second half of what Jorah said and wondered whether the two people in front of them had some special hobbies.

"What are you thinking! Back then, this guy and I studied at Mauerbronn Theological Seminary for several years. It was not that kind of relationship. Also, wash the makeup off your face. It's not good for your face. Okay. If you don’t learn, your optics will be bad.”

Charlotte took Nancy to the bathroom inside to deal with her makeup, and Flagg looked at Jorah in amusement.

"I didn't expect you to be as interesting as you were back then. It's a pity that no one can understand you, so you went to the sea. The teachers there also regretted that they lost an outstanding student."

"How can those people who are immersed in knowledge all day know the life and death of people outside? I really can't stand it anymore. It's better now, let's continue the dream of the past!"

"You can go back and take a look. Emma should still be there. She will be very happy to see you."

"Whose Emma is it? There are so many Emmas, how do I know which one it is?"

"you really are!

Nancy and Charlotte came out after cleaning their faces. Nancy's original face had a little more delicate look and looked okay.

When she saw the two of them, she was about to take off her clothes, but Jorah quickly stopped her.

"Just chat and sing with us. It's been a long time since I heard the folk songs from my hometown. It's better to let them torture me. I'm sorry, there's only so much I can do. If that guy is still oppressing you, come and tell me. I'll call you back."

Charlotte and Nancy stood there holding each other's hands, not knowing what to think for a moment?