The warden who guards the witches

Rose Iron Prison, Aiden's office.

"Still nothing?" Aiden looked at Tony and confirmed again.

"No one followed me today either." Tony shook his head.

"There was no progress at all in the end." Aiden folded his hands.

There was only one day left until the full moon night.

In addition to looking for women who might be targets this week, Aiden himself was also working in another direction - investigating the people who were following him.

That day, the double killer once followed Aiden to the prison in the appearance of Deborah. He should have seen the scandal between Aiden and Deborah from the newspaper reports.

In addition, the killer specifically targeted women who were similar to Deborah, which showed that he was quite concerned about Deborah.

Aiden felt that the other party might follow and investigate him again. For this reason, he sometimes did not change his appearance when he went out, so that Tony could hide behind him to search for the people who were following him, and then follow him back in the opposite direction.

However, the final result was only to find two paparazzi reporters who were still biting the news about Deborah, and nothing else.

I don't know if that killer was cautious or simply lost interest in him.

"In the end, we can only use the original plan." Aiden thought.

Relying on Deborah's divination to find the target, even if this divination is really accurate and foolproof, there is still a risk of failure.

These days, the number of women they found who are similar to Deborah has increased to 53, but in this city with a population of over a million, this number of people may not account for 20% of the enemy's real target range.

If the results of the divination on that day do not match those of more than 50 people, we can only use the divination results to let the police and the Inquisition search the whole city.

At least now it can be confirmed that the double killer is in this city.

If you can't catch up, it will be a life.

The door of the office was suddenly knocked, and Aiden shouted: "Come in."

Veronica walked into the room and saluted Aiden: "Sir."

"It's about asking for leave tomorrow. I have already approved it to the human resources department." Aiden said as soon as he saw her.

Tomorrow night is the night of the full moon. According to the regulations on the management of aliens in the Convention, werewolves are required to self-isolate on this night. They must stay indoors all the time. If they are accidentally outdoors, they must strictly cut off their vision.

Veronica usually only works half a day shift on this day, or takes a full day off.

"Okay." Veronica nodded, and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, I can't help you at this time..."

"What are you talking about? Without you, how can I ask the police station to transfer people to help us?" Aiden smiled, "You have done what you can, and leave the rest to me."

"I understand."

"The time is up, you go off work, see you the day after tomorrow." Aiden waved his hand.

Veronica left the office and went straight to the locker room.

For the next day, she will basically stay at home.

Since she can't be a direct support for the commander's combat power, she must at least obey the arrangement and don't drag her feet.

When she left the prison door and came to the public carriage stop, she suddenly felt a thorn in her back for no apparent reason.

She looked around and happened to meet the eyes of a man standing nearby.

The man noticed her, smiled, and walked closer: "Madam, were you looking at me just now? I actually care about you too. Do you work nearby?"

"I just felt a strange gaze." Veronica said coldly.

"Don't say that. It's fate enough to meet here, enough to be the beginning of acquaintance. I'm sorry to tell you a bad news. Your wallet won't be useful today because I'll treat you! Let's go for a drink?" The man approached with great interest.

"I have something else to do, please don't bother me. I'm a werewolf and a policeman. I suggest you don't make yourself unhappy." Veronica said bluntly.

"Oh, that's really... a pity." The man withdrew with a stiff expression and walked away in disgrace.

Veronica watched the man disappear from her sight, but she still felt the uncomfortable thorn in her back, which made her feel palpitations for no reason.

Recently, it seems that this happens often for no reason.

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At this time, Deborah was repeatedly performing divination in her residence.

She stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, repeatedly tossing several coins with different patterns printed on them, and muttering something.

This ritual was taught to her by her adoptive mother, the Thousand-Faced Phantom Thief Liv, who told her that after using this divination ritual, she could use the divine words of the "substitute" to divine the image of the other party.

In fact, even if she learned this trick, Deborah knew that she could not do divination at all. She just copied the set of procedures taught by her mother.

But this ritual can really come in handy. On the night of the full moon, she can always successfully divine the target of the double killer. She herself can't figure out the principle.

In the past, even if she divined the target, it was useless. One or two days was not enough for her to find a person with a specific appearance. She could only search in vain, and then see the incident in the report the next day.

But this time, she has the help of her chosen hero.

To buy time for Mr. Aiden's search, she must find the killer's target as soon as possible.

As far as Deborah knew, the Doppelganger had killed at least five girls. In very rare cases, the Doppelganger would change into the other person's appearance one day or more in advance and start acting.

According to the schedule, she should go to the prison to meet Aiden at night, but before taking action, she still wanted to try divination as early as possible to buy as much time as possible.

She started to divine once every once in a while today. Today was her fifth divination. The previous few times were all fruitless.

During the fifth divination, she recited the words of God and looked at herself in the floor-length mirror, praying in her heart that the person who appeared was one of the candidates Aiden had collected information about.

The figure in the mirror suddenly distorted, like ripples on the lake reflecting the figure.

Here it comes! The result of the divination is out! !

Deborah's heart trembled, and she immediately widened her eyes and stared at the floor-length mirror intently.

When the figure in the mirror became clear again, Deborah's eyes suddenly widened.

Aiden once mentioned that the targets targeted by the killer all looked like Deborah in some way.

However, this time, Aiden was wrong.

Deborah recognized the person in the mirror and murmured, "Officer...Miss?"

The person who appeared in the mirror was the female prison guard next to Mr. Aiden!