The thief was not slow. As soon as Angel arrived on the first floor, hidden in the shadows next to the stairs, the door was quietly opened.
A short figure squeezed in through the crack in the door, and then closed the door gently with his backhand. At this time, the living room was dark. Only a ray of crimson moonlight shone through the oriel window facing the street. After being blocked by the curtains, it could only illuminate a very small area next to the window.
But under Angel's Dark Vision, the thief who didn't even look like an adult nimbly walked through the dark living room, came to the study, pushed open the half-open study door, and slipped in.
Angel did not alarm him, but waited patiently in the darkness of the living room.
Although this thief is young, he is skillful and has a clear purpose. He is definitely not trying to steal property, but has a more important purpose.
She didn't think that she, who had only been in Backlund for two days and had no contact with anyone except the landlord and the maid, would get into trouble with such a person. Then there was only one possibility:
The other party came here for something that belonged to the previous tenant.
After Angel rented the house, he had already inspected the room in detail and even used Spirit Vision. He did not find any secret doors or hidden storage compartments. However, judging from what happened tonight, there were obviously omissions in the inspection.
She decided to ask the Mr. Thief to do a little favor.
About five minutes later, the study door opened again, and the short thief quietly slipped out with a document bag under his arm. His purpose was obviously this document. After getting it, he walked directly to the door without any hesitation.
"Evernight."
Angel read out the word Hermes, which made the thief freeze. The next second, he kicked his legs and was about to rush out the door.
But the "Slumber Charm" that was thrown at his feet had been activated, igniting dark red flames and making a slight explosion, like an inflated paper bag being crushed.
"Bang——"
The running thief fell forward as if he had been tripped, grabbed the ground with his head, and lay motionless on the ground.
Angel, who was a little further away, also felt a little dizzy, but this was the Charm she threw proactively, so she had some preparations, and since she was Sequence 7's Beyonder, this Slumber Charm's power did not have a strong effect on her.
Seeing that Charm was in effect, she did not check the sleeping thief immediately. Instead, she came to the window facing the street, opened a corner of the curtain and looked outside.
This thief with a clear purpose may have others supporting him.
After observing for a few minutes, no one passed by the Red Rose Street illuminated by the scarlet Crimson Moon light, and there was no other movement near the Tussock River that was a little further away. Only then did Angel feel relieved and returned to the thief.
This is a boy with short gray hair. He looks like he may not be over eighteen years old. He is wearing an old jacket, faded trousers, and is holding a document bag tightly in his hand.
After a simple search, Angel found nothing else except a few pennies, a set of lockpicking tools and a gapped dagger. It seemed that the thief's purpose was very simple, which was this document.
Sitting on the sofa, she opened the kraft paper bag without any writing on it and took out a thick stack of documents inside.
After opening a few pages, Angel felt like my brain was turning into a ball of mush.
There were all kinds of complicated formulas and professional vocabulary on them. Although they were all written in Loenese, she knew most of them, but together they couldn't understand what they meant.
Even if some documents are accompanied by hand-drawn sketches, Angel can only barely be seen as a machine with complex shape and numerous functions.
If Melissa were here, she might be able to figure out what this is. She is very interested in these machines...
With a secret sigh, Angel stuffed the document back into the bag, put it on the coffee table aside, took out Magic Mirror, which was still warm, walked to the sleeping thief, and knelt down beside him.
Since you can't understand the document, just ask someone who can...
"Magic Mirror Magic Mirror Tell me why the person in front of me is here."
Stroking the smooth mirror surface, Angel silently recited the divination words three times, but still couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in his heart.
Compared with the mysterious Dream Divination and the handsome pendulum divination, Magic Mirror Divination is just like a game described in a fairy tale.
But high-end divination often only requires simple methods. After she finished reciting the divination words, she called Spirituality and lightly touched the mirror surface. The originally hard mirror surface seemed to have softened, with water ripples rippling, and then it became hazy and a mist gushes out.
The fog drifted away, and a picture was displayed on Magic Mirror. A burly man was talking to the thief. Angel's ears could even hear the conversation clearly.
"Quake has done all the tricks. The manuscript is in the house he rented before, in the secret compartment behind the bookshelf in the study. You will steal it out tonight. Remember, Gaoli, don't make matters worse, or I will break your legs."
The burly man ordered with a serious face. There was an old scar on his right eye, forming a cross with the eye slit, and his short, light black hair stood on end.
"Okay, boss."
The gray-haired boy named Gaoli nodded and answered briefly.
The screen faded and the dressing mirror returned to normal.
Angel looked at the document bag on the coffee table. It seemed that the "boss" asked the thief Gaoli to steal this document. As he had guessed before, the person who hid the document in his study was the previous tenant, Feysac people, named Quake.
In order to ensure that the information was accurate, Angel took the document and used Magic Mirror to do another divination.
"Magic Mirror Magic Mirror tell me the origin of this document."
The document bag in the mirror changed hands between several unknown men and women, and was finally placed in a hidden compartment behind the bookshelf by a middle-aged man dressed casually.
"The divination results are very vague. Is it because there is not enough information..."
Angel reminds me of the saying "get enough information" that Klein often said when doing divination.
But the person who finally put the files into the secret compartment should be Feysac people. He has now fallen into the hands of the "boss", and his life or death is unknown.
But this has nothing to do with Angel. If the thief named Gaoli hadn't made a lot of noise when he broke in, and Angel is Beyonder, and his vigilance is far beyond that of ordinary people, I'm afraid he would have succeeded by now and quietly gone away...
At this time, Angel intercepted him and instead got himself involved in an inexplicable battle for files.
Looking at the motionless thief Gaoli lying on the ground, Angel had a plan in mind.
"Well..."
Gaoli covered his swollen forehead after hitting the ground and slowly got up.
His eyes turned clear, his body trembled, and then he remembered that he was still in the house that Quake had rented, and was still on a mission to steal the manuscript.
Where is the manuscript?
His hands quickly groped in the darkness, touched the document bag beside him, immediately brought it to his side, and grabbed it.
"Fortunately, the things are still there... What happened to me just now? I seemed to hear a strange whisper and then fell asleep?"
Gaoli Squeezed the thickness of the document bag and found that it was the same as when I found it. I was relieved, but the doubts in my heart lingered.
He raised his head and looked around the living room. Under the moonlight that faintly entered the room through the curtains, there was nothing weird about this house.
The intelligence said that the new tenant is a young woman, who should be fast asleep at this time. Her task is just to get the manuscript back, so she doesn't need to worry about her...
Then how did you faint just now? Did he accidentally trip and hit his forehead on the floor, knocking himself out?
Subconsciously denying this absurd possibility, Gaoli shook his head, clamped the document bag under his arm, quietly opened the door, walked onto the street, and left Red Rose Street quickly.