The sky falls, the sun sets and the moon rises, the city sinks into darkness, and only the drunkards coming in and out of the taverns are left on the streets, as well as a few unlucky ones who have something to do.
Two men in black robes stood in front of a hotel, the lanterns in their hands flickered, and their bodies were mostly hidden in the night, as if their two heads were floating in the air.
After dark, they found that the investigation was much easier. Kraft was so busy that he definitely had no chance to think about long-term housing, and he was not in the house provided by the professor, so he only had to look for hotels with lights on.
From the mouths of the students who had not yet left, they pieced together a route of Kraft's daily movements around the college. Thanks to Kraft's high reputation and affinity in the medical school, many people said hello to him on the road.
For those who are familiar with Wendeng Port, they can already narrow down the scope to a very small size.
According to Liston's idea, just walk into the hotel and ask if there is a good-looking young blond-haired guest, and no one will be impressed by such a person.
After visiting several hotels, Lucius began to become anxious, but Liston was not affected. He was very confident in his judgment, and it was only a matter of time before he found Kraft's destination.
Of course, there was no guarantee whether Kraft himself would be found, and if he was found, there was no guarantee whether he would be dead or alive. As far as he knew, Kraft was so rigorous that he was almost harsh on this kind of matter, and he never drank or messed up, even if he was dead.
Lying on the bed with his legs up, he would at least ask someone to bring a message.
The lack of any news can only mean that Kraft did not even have the ability to ask someone to send a message. It is difficult to imagine what happened, and Liston is not willing to imagine it. Both of them are deliberately avoiding the question.
Warm light shines from a door not far away, but there is no drunken noise of rude sailors. It is another hotel.
Liston pushed open the half-opened front door, led Lucius to the counter, and tapped the table, waking up the boss who smelled of alcohol.
"Accommodation?" The boss shook his head and opened his gloomy eyes. The dark clothes made him instinctively repelled. Black is often associated with some unknown rumors, and the late night visit added a strange color to them.
"No, we are here to find a friend. He disappeared for a whole day, and everyone was worried about him." Liston adjusted his black robe to let the boss see more clearly, "Blonde, very young, dressed like us
The same black robe, do you have any impression?"
The boss rubbed his eyes. It took his brain, paralyzed by alcohol, a few seconds to recognize the clothes of the college. The fatigue and drowsiness he had just awakened further slowed down his thinking. When Lucius was about to speak impatiently, he realized what was going on.
thing.
"Oh, I understand what you mean, but we have our own rules and cannot answer this kind of question. Didn't your friend tell you where he lives?"
The boss, who is half an agency, quickly woke up and became extremely vigilant. He had heard this kind of thing a lot. He pretended to be friends or family members and would come to the door and ask if he had seen a certain person. If his words were not strict,
Business will be difficult to do in the future.
"＊＊!" Lucius angrily spit out a word that no one understood. It must not be a good word. It was probably the dialect of his hometown. From the short and powerful pronunciation, it could be vaguely guessed that it was related to reproduction. He was in
He found a chair nearby and sat down, leaving the negotiation to Liston.
The boss shrugged and didn't care. He had long passed the age of being angry about such trivial matters and only cared about his own business.
"Okay, that's what happened in those previous hotels, but let's take a look at this one?" Liston lifted his collar and showed his badge to the boss.
"I'm a lecturer at the college. My name is Liston. I run a clinic near the port. You may or may not have heard of me."
"But these are not important. As a well-informed person like you, you must have heard of the person we are looking for. His name is Kraft, and he is the one who can cut open the stomach and treat diseases."
"So?" The boss knew who it was when he heard the blond hair and black robe, but because Kraft never drank and bragged with other guests in the front hall, he never knew that he was the legendary doctor, "This has nothing to do with it.
What does it matter to me?”
"He has been missing for a whole day and has been absent from very important things. We suspect that he had an accident." Liston stared at the tavern owner, trying to see something in his eyes.
The boss wavered for a moment and was inclined to believe this statement, but he still glared back unwilling to be outdone, "I can't believe you based on this alone. There are more than one liar who pretends to be an acquaintance."
After looking at each other silently for a few seconds, Liston also began to become increasingly irritable. He repeated this process over and over again during several negotiations, which had exhausted the patience he had honed in his work in the clinic, not to mention that he was extremely annoying.
Such meaningless pulling.
"Of course, I can understand what you mean, and I can't do anything to you, but I want to remind you that this guy is a noble, and his life or death is uncertain."
Liston pressed his entire upper body onto the counter. As a typical surgeon, he was tall and strong, much taller than his boss. From this angle, he felt even more oppressive. "No offense, if it's because of this sense of indifference
What's the delay in meaning's stupid pull? It's definitely not me who's unlucky when his family comes to visit."
The flickering firelight cast changing shadows between his features, which seemed more sinister than fake sullenness. The lantern was placed heavily on the counter with a bang, startling the boss.
"Now, for the sake of our mutual safety, please remember carefully whether there is such a blond young man living here for a long time, and you haven't seen him all day?"
As a doctor who has come into contact with all kinds of people, Liston is very aware of the rationality of this rule as a hotel owner, but he can't care so much anymore. Even if he threatens him with the unclear background of the Kraft family, he must
Find someone as soon as possible.
"Can you guarantee that no one else will know about this matter?" When it might involve some unreasonable and shameless nobles, the hotel owner decided to back off. After all, this matter can be explained logically.
"I swear to Heavenly Father." Liston randomly picked the heaviest oath he knew. Anyway, he didn't like the church very much. It was purely a business without capital.
"What a bad luck." The boss stood up holding the counter and muttered, "I hope so."
"If I'm not mistaken, the person you mentioned has returned to his room since last night and has indeed not been out all day. Maybe he just slept all day."
He walked up the stairs, holding on to the shaky handrail. The wooden planks creaked under his feet, making people suspect that they would collapse under the weight at any time. "Come up, and leave as soon as you see your friends."
Lucius and Liston quickly followed and followed the boss to a wooden door on the second floor.
"Is this the one?"
Liston gently pushed the door panel inward, and as expected, it got stuck from the inside.
"I told you, he stayed there all day and didn't go anywhere." The boss leaned against the wall and looked at the two of them. "Sometimes I sleep all day long when I'm drunk."
Liston ignored him and knocked on the door, "Craft, are you there?"
"Craft!"
There was no movement inside the door, and the room was still sleeping. Lucius couldn't help but knock on the door, but received nothing except curses from other rooms.
The residents in the adjacent rooms were all awakened, but there was still no sound in Kraft's room. It seemed that the owner was in a deep sleep after drinking and was not aware of the disturbance from the outside world.
Liston took two steps back. Just when the boss thought he was about to give up, he handed the lantern to Lucius and said, "Lucius, take it and stand far away."
"What?" Lucius didn't understand what he meant, but he still obediently took two steps back and stood next to his boss.
"Do you think Kraft is the kind of person who gets drunk and hungover?" Liston moved his ankles and put his fingers into his pockets. The sound of metal colliding inside helped him make up his mind.
"How is this possible? He is almost a teetotaler."
"I think so too!"
He took two quick sprints and jumped up in the narrow corridor. His body was flexible and showed good physical fitness cultivated by long-term standing and physical work. He kicked the door near the bolt.
The door latch broke with a loud sound, sending small pieces of wood flying, bouncing and rolling in the room. The door bounced off the wall when it hit the wall. The loud noise woke up the sleeping residents on the entire floor. For a while, there were endless curses, and several doors
After opening it, several disheveled people went out to check.
Lucius and the boss were still stunned on the spot, keeping their heads and hiding. Liston took a lantern, blocked the rebounding wooden door, and walked straight into the room.
The quilts on the empty bed were piled in a pile, with an indentation as wide as one person in the middle. The pen and ink and the blank new paper were still on the table, but the user was nowhere to be found. A black robe was hung on the wall, with a claf pinned to the collar.
Special lecturer badge.
There was no place to hide a person in the simple room. Liston lay down beside the bed unbelievingly and used a lantern to illuminate the bottom of the bed. There was only a small box for storing sundries.
"what's the situation?"
He stood up and looked at the window, and found that it was blocked with wooden bolts from the inside. This was a space that was completely sealed from the inside. Kraft walked into the room, locked the doors and windows, lay on the bed for a while, and then...
Disappeared?
Liston walked around the room with the lamp in his hand and lifted the quilt. It felt a little heavy and did not match the thickness of the quilt.
Twist a corner lightly with your fingers. The fabric feels sluggish and seems to contain moisture.
"Lucius, come and touch this." Liston waved to Lucius who had just arrived at the door. The latter was still immersed in shock. For two days in a row, he discovered the violent side of the lecturers, which had a great impact on him.
.
Putting down the quilt and closing his eyes, Liston felt the room with his skin and mucous membranes. After losing his vision, the imperceptible humidity became more obvious, and the invisible thin mist deposited was completely different from the environment outside the door, as if coming from
another world.
I was rushing in the car and hotel, so I should have sent it earlier, but...