Chapter 91 (1/2)
”Extra! Extra! A big crime! The masked butcher comes to novigrie
The newsboy trotted down the street with the newspaper.
”One.”
Li Nuo gave a copper plate. In fact, he didn't know if it was a copper plate. Anyway, newspapers should be very cheap.
”Sir, are you bullying me? I haven't read, five coppers.”
Li Nuo added four, fifty cents a share is still the normal price.
Before I opened the inside page, I saw a big round head on the front page of the newspaper.
”Masked butcher, the number one culprit in recent vicious incidents, is wearing a strange mask, wearing a black old windbreaker, holding a whip with a blade. He is about five feet eight inches tall and thin. If you find any similar suspicious people, please contact the police station immediately. If the information is really useful, you will be rewarded with 100 grams.”
Li Nuo sighed in his heart: ”my intelligence can be worth the income of a well-off family for two months, which is quite expensive.”
If he looked down again, there would be nothing left. There were only so many articles in the newspaper, and there was no record of all the good things he had done.
”Strange... Even if yesterday's incident in the brothel was not reported, even the incident of hesselton and Philip's family was not written down, so as not to cause panic...”
He had unconsciously admitted that he was a terrorist.
After reading the newspapers, almost all of them were trivial matters in the Empire of nefergad. Li Nuo didn't know anything about modern industry, magic and energy, so he thought he was reading novels in the style of cyberpunk.
Until he heard the sound of the horse's hooves approaching, Li Nuo reached for a taxi.
In this era, the coach can accommodate up to six people. The passengers tell where they want to go and charge according to the distance.
After getting on the bus, Li Nuo found that the men and women around him were looking at the newspaper. They were paying attention to the urban construction and the economic situation, but no one seemed to pay attention to the ”masked butcher” on the front page.
Li Nuo put the newspaper on his head and complained in his heart. It seems that people in this era are tired enough.
……
”Why didn't the government publish the real appearance of the masked butcher as soon as possible?”
The blonde doss left today's newspaper on the table and questioned the old man sitting behind the table.
”Take it easy, Mr. Charles.” The old man took a small mirror and looked at his face. From time to time, he left his mouth to look at the cracks between his teeth.
Doss took a deep breath. ”Mr. Cohen, with all due respect, as one of the representatives of the church, it is necessary for you to take adequate precautions against such dangerous people as the masked butcher.”
Cohen put down the mirror and raised his eyebrows. ”You should understand that because of the particularity of the” happy house ”, it is not convenient for the church to deal with it openly. The government and the nobles also need some necessary procedures to communicate, and the time consumption is inevitable.”
”But I've told you what he looks like!” Doss said angrily.
”What do you look like?” Cohen said with a smile, ”although your duty is to manage the order of the” happy house ”, don't forget that you are just a guard. Your words are not convincing. The police station will only take your words as one of the testimonies. The government needs a complete chain of evidence to issue a wanted order that can be published in the newspaper. We need more direct evidence.”
Doss said reluctantly: ”two people disappeared after the accident at night. One attacked Mr. Hawthorne, and the other was the person who was with the attacker. Verne, the housekeeper of” happy house ”, has described that the person who was with me was basically the same in appearance. Can't this be used as eyewitness evidence?”
”But it can't be evidence that he's a masked butcher.” Cohen returned with no concern.
”There's another prostitute, she must know something!” Doss's brow began to wrinkle slightly, and his patience was approaching the critical point.
”Prostitute... Let me see. It's the woman named rezena.” ”The woman said she had an unforgettable night with her guests, but she was so tired that she went to sleep,” Cohen said, pouting his lower lip