The warden who guards the witches

A few days later, at Yinlu Tavern in Pingcheng District.

Aiden sat at a small table in the tavern, spreading out a newspaper to kill time.

This was an entertainment news newspaper, most of the news was not attractive to Aiden, only two pieces of news were different. One was about Sophie Carter's comeback preview. Sophie, who was imprisoned as Susan Finger, would be released soon. As the pusher behind the scenes, Smiley Balance would still use her as an intelligence receptionist, so they had already prepared for her "recuperation" and created momentum in the media.

Then on another page that was neither too big nor too small, there was news about Deborah: "After the official announcement, Deborah Irving disappeared with her boyfriend at the same time, eloping for a honeymoon for two?"

"I'm working hard, please!" Aiden smiled helplessly in his heart.

These days, he basically lived in the prison on duty. Outside of work, he was studying the plot of the double killer and "Houndman". When he went out, he used a "stand-in" to change his appearance. Deborah also kept changing her residence and used a "stand-in" to hide her tracks when she went out. In the eyes of these magazine and newspaper reporters, they seemed to have disappeared from the city.

As a result, these people actually began to speculate that they eloped.

Deborah's mysterious response was regarded as an official announcement by these media. Fortunately, she was not well-known in the autonomous state and did not cause a big sensation. As for how the news spread to the empire, Aiden did not care.

However, this matter still caused Aiden a little trouble. His mailbox was filled with a lot of Deborah's fan letters for a few days. Some were blessings, saying "Make her happy" and other inexplicable words, and of course there were anonymous curses such as "die, bastard".

Senior officials from the Prison Administration also came down to inspect the prison and came to do some "ideological work" with him. The general idea was that although personal love was free as long as it was not illegal, some things did not need to be so high-profile, which would have a bad impact on government departments.

At the end, the guy even patted Aiden on the shoulder and expressed his personal envy to him, saying something like "Even if you are a corrupt official who steals all the national treasury, you probably won't get such a beautiful lover. Your life is worth it, young man."

Fortunately, after a few days, the limelight of this incident has faded a little, and the public's attention has decreased.

In addition, because Aiden and Deborah could not be found, many newspapers had lost interest in them, and reporters squatting near the prison were almost nowhere to be found, but for the sake of safety, Aiden chose to change his appearance to meet Deborah.

"Mr. Aiden, you came really early today." The voice from the other side of the table made Aiden put down the newspaper.

Deborah had already sat down opposite, and the two borrowed the same appearance as last time, so they could recognize each other.

"Just happened to be free." Aiden handed the menu on the table to Deborah, "I ordered milk tea for myself, you can order whatever you want to drink."

"Okay." Deborah took the list and finally ordered a cocktail.

"Have you read the letter I sent you before?" Aiden asked.

Not long ago, he asked Tony to help bring a letter to the hotel where Deborah was staying, explaining his findings from the case files and the recent progress of the investigation to Deborah. Deborah's letter directly asked him to meet - it was obvious that Deborah did not want to communicate their respective investigation progress only through letters.

"I have read it. I really have never noticed that these victims actually look like me in some way." Deborah sighed.

"I don't think this is a coincidence. This murderer should have targeted you to some extent." Aiden said seriously, "Have you sent a letter to your mother?"

"I sent it by telegram to the North Coast, and then sent it to the frontier from there. This is the fastest way, but the reply will not come back so quickly." Deborah shook her head.

"We have found 23 female residents who may be targeted. Aiden took out a stack of files. I asked the police to cooperate in the investigation secretly. They contacted these people under other names, took photos, and registered their contact addresses."

"Not only the Inquisition, but also the police have connections. Mr. Aiden's connections are really wide." Deborah glanced at the files.

"They will take action, not mainly because of my connections, but because the killer's next crime location is likely to be in Silver City. After all, if such a vicious crime occurs in the city, no matter which department it is, it will be busy for a while. Everyone wants to prevent it before it happens." Aiden said.

"It's a pity that I haven't made any progress here, and there is no result from divination." Deborah sighed.

"After all, this is a strange city for you. There are only so many things you can do. Be prepared before the full moon night."

"Mr. Aiden is really reliable. It's great to work with you." Deborah raised her cup and signaled Aiden to toast.

Aiden picked up the cup of milk tea and clinked it with Deborah, then took a sip. But Deborah drank it all immediately, then called the waiter and ordered another drink.

"Take it easy, don't drink too much." Aiden advised.

"Are you worried about me?" Deborah smiled happily, "Don't worry, it's just a cocktail, I can drink a lot."

"I got drunk after one glass of wine last time." Aiden said.

"I wasn't drunk last time." Deborah blinked.

"If you weren't drunk, why did you follow me all the way back? I was really scared by you at that time." Aiden smiled and shook his head.

"Stalking? What are you talking about?" Deborah looked confused.

"You were so drunk that you lost your memory? No way, you looked pretty good." Aiden frowned slightly.

Deborah's expression was not embarrassed at all. It seemed that she really didn't remember what happened at that time, instead of trying to pretend that she didn't know. Veronica was also there at the time, and there was no way to fool around with this matter.

"Mr. Aiden." Deborah's expression became strange, "I, that day I went directly to a nearby hotel and stayed there, and I didn't go out again."

Aiden was stunned: "Are you serious?"

"I swear it's true!" Deborah nodded seriously.

The surrounding voices suddenly faded away, and the strange silence surrounded the two.

In this silence, they all felt the chill creeping up their backs little by little.

Aiden recalled the details of "Deborah" following him before. That person was indeed not like Deborah. Aiden attributed it to the glass of wine.

But what if that person wasn't Deborah at all...

"My... doppelganger?" Deborah murmured what Aiden was thinking.