The final net closes

He went to Kitchen to boil water and made a cup of Black Tea, and brought it to the long table. "I'm going back to Backlund to deal with some things these days."

"I'll leave it to you for tomorrow's and Tuesday's two gatherings."

"Am I alone?" Fors was stunned when he heard this.

Lorry smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I will leave "Shadow Ring" to you for self-defense.

"Beyond that, there's it."

After saying that, he returned to the room, took out "Sure-Hit Revolver" from Suitcase, handed it to Fors, and briefly introduced the extraordinary effects and negative effects.

"No need to aim, no bullets, an attack equivalent to Sequence 7?" Fors reached out and took it, looking at it with interest.

She didn't mention any negative effects at all.

Frankly speaking, Fors feels that his drinking capacity is quite good, and even if there is no negative impact, he will often get himself drunk.

Of course, this was before.

After getting to know Lorry and getting rid of the threat of Full Moon Ravings, her drinking frequency has gradually decreased, and she will only have a few drinks occasionally.

Fors pondered for a moment, nodded and said:

"Then come back as soon as you're done.

"Before that, you can leave things here to me for the time being."

"Okay." Lorry chuckled and nodded, turned around and Kitchen brought the kettle over, picked up Black Tea and walked towards the room, leaving this place to Fors.

This girl claims to have more inspiration at night and insists on staying up late every day to finish the manuscript. Although Lorry has not seen much writing in the past few days...

Sunday, morning.

The junction of Backlund, Factory District, East Borough, and Harbor Borough.

The three of them walked in silence.

This morning, reporters Klein and Mike, led by Old Kohler, "visited" Factory one after another. The scenes they saw and heard quickly made them feel depressed. In the end, almost no one was willing to speak. They just looked at one Factory with expressionless faces and then moved on to the next one.

Before parting, reporter Mike sighed with a confused look on his face.

He pursed his lips hard and glanced at Klein:

"I know that there are a large number of poor people living in East Borough, Factory District, and Harbor Borough, but I can't imagine that their lives are like this.

"I would never believe these things if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes."

Klein nodded silently, but did not speak.

He didn't know what he should say, so he had to remain silent.

At this time, Old Kohler pointed not far away:

"Mr. Reporter, Mr. Detective, it seems to be a Ceramics Factory there. Do we want to go in and "visit" it?"

Mike and Klein looked at each other and both understood what the other meant.

"Forget it..." Mike smiled bitterly, "It won't make any difference anyway."

Klein had the same meaning and was about to nod along when his ears suddenly moved slightly and he seemed to hear a faint singing voice from that direction.

He opened Pocket Watch and took a look and found that it was only eleven o'clock.

Not during lunch break for most Factory...Klein thought for a moment and changed his words: "No, I suggest you go over and take a look."

Mike The reporter cast a puzzled look.

Klein spread his hands. "I seem to hear singing inside."

"Singing?" Mike's expression was obviously stunned, and he laughed twice before nodding his head, "Then let's go and learn more about it."

"It should still be working time now."

"Let's go."

He looked at Old Kohler, who immediately led the way knowingly.

Fifteen minutes later.

The three of them came to the door of Factory.

The door was ajar, Old Kohler looked back at the other two people, quickly leaned close to the door, put his head in and looked around.

Quickly, he turned around and made a safety gesture.

Mike and Klein immediately followed.

The three of them lined up in a row, followed the wall and bypassed the unoccupied guard room, and continued walking forward, finally arriving behind the brick wall of a rectangular workshop.

"There... is actually singing inside?"

Mike reporter looked at Klein, showing doubts about life.

Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on...

Klein complained in his heart.

With his Beyonder hearing, he determined that this matter occurred much earlier than the other two, but it did not delay him from figuring it out.

"There are a few Wooden Crate there, maybe we can step on them and have a look."

Old Kohler pointed not far away and said.

Klein looked up at the window of the workshop, and visually checked the height of Wooden Crate, confirming that three stacked together would be enough for them to see inside.

"Okay." Mike whispered.

The three of them walked over quickly, and one person picked up an Wooden Crate and piled it under the window in the shape of a "pin".

After pressing them twice with hands to make sure they were strong enough, reporter Mike was the first to climb up and slowly raised his head.

Ten seconds later.

He looked down at his two companions and murmured:

"Those Female Workers, they are holding hands..." Halfway through the sentence, the Mike reporter's eyes suddenly froze and he looked behind him with wide eyes.

Klein realized something was wrong and quickly turned around.

He saw a huge black dog squatting at the intersection where he and others had just entered, and now it slowly lowered its body under their gaze.

"Woof woof! woof woof woof!"

At this time, the singing in the workshop suddenly stopped, and the noise came:

"Albert caught Thief again!"

"Everyone go there together!"

"..."

m, I was shocked... I thought that Devil Hound was resurrected... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his hands as he looked at the crowd surrounding him:

"Ahem, we are reporters, the ones with credentials. If you don't believe it, you can..."

A sudden voice from the crowd interrupted him:

"Kohler?

"Why are you here?"

Constant City, Riverside District.

Hoorn, who had just finished participating in Beyonder Gathering, walked into the rented yard and suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked around and his pupils involuntarily dilated.

Someone!

A giant man like an iron tower!

I am no longer short, but the other person is still two heads taller than me!

This made him couldn't help but think of those Feysac Empire guys who were called "descendants of Giant", as well as the real Giant in myths and legends.

"Huh."

Hoorn Seeing the giant sword being played like a toy in the opponent's hands, he wisely gave up the idea of resisting and slowly raised his hands.

Visual inspection of the Half-Giant urn sound channel exceeding 2.5 meters:

"I ask you questions, do you understand?"

Hoorn took a deep breath and nodded silently.

"Very good." Half-Giant sneered, "Tell me about the Intis woman who attended the party with you just now, such as how you met, what Sequence's strength she is, whether she has any accomplices, what her accomplices' strength is... tell me everything you know."

"I told you, can you let me go?" Hoorn spoke with difficulty, holding back his fear.

"It depends on your performance..." Half-Giant inserted the giant sword deeply into the ground with a thud, "If you cooperate well, I don't want to do anything in the city."