The hot summer sun shines on the streets of Tatto Town, and now even the wind blowing from outside the town is hot.
Brutus seriously doubted whether he was a qualified time-traveler, because the protagonists in the time-travel novels he read all looked like the chosen ones, able to easily solve the difficulties they encountered.
But now I was like a headless fly. It took almost an afternoon just to find a little girl, and the clothes all over my body were soaked with sweat three or four times.
"Sure enough, authors will always write something very simple intentionally or unintentionally, otherwise how can they advance the plot quickly?" He wiped the sweat on his forehead again, "I don't want to think about it.
It would take a long time to find someone in a school without any basis, let alone in a town with tens of thousands of people."
"In addition, sometimes you have to enter the house to search to be effective. Without modern technology, it is even possible to get lost in the town."
Brutus looked around and determined that he should still be on Bevan Street. He took out a simple map and marked the places he passed, and then continued to look for people who were destined to ask if he had seen Juno.
He really couldn't figure out why it was so difficult to know a person's location using divination, and a bunch of inexplicable conditions had to be set, so now he could only use the stupidest method to find a needle in a haystack.
"Can we meet the special people we promised in a simple way?" He wiped the sweat from his face again. Today must be the hottest day since he came to this world.
He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, hoping to find something special or that his inexplicable intuition could give him some guidance.
But it's a pity that Brutus's thoughts were too good.
After searching for another ten minutes, he couldn't bear it anymore and went directly to a roof to rest in the shade.
"I think the current thinking is probably wrong." Brutus thought this way, "Why do we insist that Juno will be taken outside?"
He thought about it, and it seemed that there was indeed no reason. Neither he nor Robert raised any questions at the time, but just took it for granted.
"If we move forward in time, why would we forget the girl who has been following us?"
"Are we inadvertently overlooking these details?"
"Perhaps this ritual has the effect of making people ignore certain information? So why do it?"
Brutus continued to think along this idea, he made some vague assumptions, and then he started running under the hot sun.
As he ran breathlessly on the streets of Tatto Town, he complained in his mind why there were no taxis, buses, subways, or even bicycles in this world.
Fortunately, the town of Tateto is not too big yet, so he won't be out of breath before he reaches the city hall...
Brutus rushed into the city hall in a hurry, and then caught a staff member who was about to get off work and asked: "You--you--"
He was gasping for air and couldn't even speak clearly, so he had to try his best to breathe steadily.
"Do you have a basement or something like that?"
"Sorry, citizen, it's off-duty time now, and the inquiry needs to be——"
"Stop talking nonsense, yes or no?" roared Brutus, his voice attracting the attention of those who passed by and those who were still in the hall.
"Yes." The staff member who was grabbed by his collar was stunned for a moment, and then replied.
Brutus loosened his collar, pulled out a dagger and put it at his waist: "Take me quickly, don't talk nonsense, if you keep talking nonsense your whole life's salary will be ruined."
He looked at the others and realized that Witte was on duty today: "That fat man, that's you. Hurry up and call the people from the guard camp, or I will report you to the provincial inspector."
Witt complained softly, called one of his followers and sent him to the guard camp with a few instructions.
Brutus pushed and rubbed the unlucky guy and followed him all the way to the door of the city hall's warehouse.
"Behind this iron door is the database of the city hall, and there is another level underground." The unfortunate guy introduced to Brutus, "I have to remind you first that breaking into the database without permission is illegal in the kingdom's laws.
He will be imprisoned for more than five years. Now it is a good choice to lay down his weapons and wait for detention in the guard camp."
"Stop talking nonsense, do you have the key? Open it quickly."
"You're lucky." The unlucky guy reluctantly took out the key and inserted it into the lock on the iron door. "You just happened to catch me."
After twisting the key, he said in surprise: "Strange, why is it not locked? I checked it this morning - wait, it seems that I have not checked this door."
He tried to push the iron door, but found that something seemed to be stuck inside the door and could not be pushed open.
"Protect yourself." Brutus suggested calmly, then took a deep breath and put his foot on the iron door.
His face turned a little red, and he realized that he seemed to have overestimated his abilities.
"It really hurts..." He endured the discomfort in his right foot and put his foot on the door again. This time, he had enough strength.
A smell of decay hit his face, and Brutus also asked about the smell of blood from this smell: "Will your warehouse always smell like this?"
"How is that possible?" The unfortunate guy lit up a match, and the faint firelight illuminated a small circle around the door, and then the warehouse was filled with blue light from the magic torch.
This blue light can illuminate the room, but the ground is still very dark under the influence of a pile of bookshelves.
Brutus glanced at the staff member next to him, and then said to him: "I'll just go in alone. It's better for you to leave early."
"The last time I saw you, I heard your tone from the guards in the guard camp. What else is special about it?" The unlucky man walked in unbelievingly, and then kicked something soft.
"What is this?" He knelt down to take a look, and then he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. The match he was holding in his right hand also fell to the ground, and his left hand was pressed on a pool of blood.
Brutus looked at him speechlessly, leaned over and took out the matchbox from his purse, shook his head and continued walking inside.
I don't know who the corpse on the first floor belongs to, but this is the only one on this floor. The further you go toward the stairs leading to the underground, the stronger the smell of blood Brutus can smell.
After walking down the stairs, he used a match to light the oil lamp at the entrance of the stairs, and then looked at the pieces of meat and pieces of clothing on the floor. Blood was spattered everywhere. There were collapsed bookshelves everywhere, and in the center of the room was a dynamite.
There is a magic circle with purple light, and a corpse that has long become a skeleton is leaning against it not far away.
Brutus lowered his body and groped among the pieces of meat on the ground for a while, then pinched a long hair.
"So nothing has changed?" He asked himself silently, but could not give an answer.