pertwk Chapter 46 Mr. Winslow
Chapter 46 Mr. Winslow
April 6th, night, 10:30 PM.
"Detective Luo Qiu, thank you so much this time. Without your help, we wouldn't have been able to act so quickly. The kidnappers just said they can get the money for the bank transfer tomorrow morning..."
"Ha, it's all I should do."
"So... are you sure you don't want to stay tonight? It's still raining, and the roads are slippery. Even if you have two cars..."
"It's alright, the rain won't bother us. Besides, the three frightened gentlemen have agreed to return to Chongqing immediately. I won't stay any longer."
Outside the Bureau of Investigation, Luo Qiu bid farewell to Detective Harris.
After saying that, he looked at the road surface, which had accumulated an inch of rainwater under the headlights, and then at the town around him, which was now completely shrouded in darkness. Without looking back, he got into the passenger seat of his old partner's car.
The car door closed, Luo Qiu waved, and then slowly drove away under the watchful eyes of Harris and the others.
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Inside the car, Smith was driving, while two other agents led the way in their own vehicles.
The journey out of the town proceeded without incident, and as the road ahead became clearer, communication between the two vehicles gradually decreased.
The atmosphere inside the carriage quieted down. Although the rain was heavy and the engine was loud, it gradually became white noise.
Luo Qiu leaned back in the passenger seat, observed Smith's condition for a moment, and then focused his gaze on the three people in the rearview mirror.
The interior of the car was dimly lit, and few details could be seen, but the facial contours of the three people in the back seat were still faintly discernible.
At this moment, the three of them sat in silence, their eyes slightly narrowed and their heads tilted to the side, as if they had finally come to their senses after being ravaged and were now able to resist the urge to sleep.
Among them, "Mr. Winslow" leaned against the left window, his forehead against the glass, swaying gently with the bumps of the car.
Although he was sleepy, he chose to use the coolness of the car window to keep himself awake, keeping his right hand resting in front of him and maintaining his sitting posture, demonstrating good manners.
However, Luo Qiu saw this scene and thought it was all a farce.
He closed his eyes and began to recall everything.
Luo Qiu did not believe that the three missing Winslows sitting in the back seat of the car were the same people.
He had seen the four kidnappers; they were all ordinary people. Two of them had been shot, and the others hadn't run away, but they panicked and tried to hide when they saw the detective.
According to Smith, the fight in room 205 ended the moment he stormed in.
Harris, holding a gun, saw someone frantically releasing the safety on a homemade gun and fired several shots, hitting the man's wrist.
Luo Qiu couldn't believe they would tie up three superhumans who had already received physical enhancements and then blackmail their families for money.
Moreover, the timing of their appearance was too coincidental.
The Bureau of Investigation received Alicia that morning, and then received a telegram from the town that afternoon. The operation took place that evening, and nothing unexpected happened.
If all of this was a performance by the three extraordinary individuals inside the car, then some things can be explained.
For example, how did the kidnappers manage to get past the checkpoints outside Chongqing when they only had two cars, each with a trunk that could only fit one person at most?
Furthermore, according to his analysis, there should have been five people involved in the kidnapping, but in the end only four kidnappers were found.
Furthermore, those robbers, judging by the calluses on their hands, were clearly inexperienced. How could they have carried out their operations so skillfully without guidance from someone they knew? And how dare they arrest three people at once?
Luo Qiu's heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
He desperately wanted to know if he had stumbled into a quagmire, and what role these three extraordinary individuals were playing—as spectators, or something else entirely.
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"Hey, still pretending to be asleep?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the carriage and reached Luo Qiu's ears.
It came from the back row.
The sound startled Luo Qiu.
As expected, my existence still...
"Shh, what are you doing... no, you've used witchcraft to mute our conversation?"
Suddenly, someone in the back row spoke, seemingly in response to the first person.
Then, more conversations came over.
"It's just a simple application of the attention judgment method, not deceiving other people's memories, but those two guys in front are ordinary people, destined to be bewitched by my witchcraft. And in this way, I can maintain this witchcraft for a long time."
"Oh, that's convenient. Do I need to be mindful of the volume level?"
"Of course, don't exceed the sound of the surrounding rain. Also, keep this position. I think the agent in the passenger seat is asleep, but the agent in the driver's seat might still look over."
"This is so troublesome..."
Luo Qiu realized that the three people behind him were not talking about him.
The group seemed to have only intended to have a conversation, but their attempt to use witchcraft backfired, causing them to inadvertently stumble into the trap.
The most likely choice is a mental energy detection rune, linked to a type of witchcraft that, if mental energy is insufficient, will detect and overlook minor issues. Luo Qiu doesn't know much about this kind of witchcraft, only that it could potentially have this effect on ordinary people, but unfortunately, his mental energy is high enough that he has immunity to it.
Furthermore, from their conversation, Luo Qiu felt that he had discovered an incredible secret.
Tonight's events were indeed just a play orchestrated by the three men. They weren't Mr. Winslow and his companions; perhaps they were using witchcraft to impersonate them.
Such a long and complicated process clearly indicates that the purpose is not simple.
"This outfit, and that hotel, it's really uncomfortable. Just thinking about having to endure it until tomorrow... It's all the hunters' fault."
"Indeed, I was playing games at home and chatting with a female student on the internet when I was suddenly called out."
"Me too, I was planning to go to the farm I just bought tomorrow... By the way, what do you mean by blaming the hunting team?"
"Didn't you know? Haven't you been following the news these past two days?"
"You mean the Cat Lovers' Club? I don't like that newspaper, and only you would order thousands of copies at once for your senior."
"I wasn't doing that for my senior, I was speaking up for pets. Don't you think people these days have no compassion...?"
"Oh, kindness, is that right? Kindness is good, we should cultivate it..."
"Alright, stop arguing. Aaron, don't say anything. Dalton is right, it's really unacceptable that you didn't pay attention to such big news."
"This matter is related to that princess. She recently came to Fog City to refine witch artifacts, and unexpectedly, someone from the hunting team chose to operate nearby, especially before that princess had left."
"Ah, it's that princess... The hunting party's actions are so unethical."
"Unlike us, they don't receive wizarding education from a young age, so they can't be thorough in everything they do. I heard that last time someone caused an explosion in broad daylight in the heart of the Fog City because of a Free Alliance spy..."
"No way, that was their doing too?"
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