The back door of the warehouse is connected to a small iron ladder that goes downwards. After going down the ladder, there is a winding corridor half a person's height. The air is full of rust mixed with the smell of formalin.
Lin Ze covered his nose with his sleeves and mentally greeted all the other party's ancestors.
At the end of the corridor is a wooden door covered with iron.
The woman dug her nails into the crack of the door, and the door opened.
Behind the door is a small basement, with the four walls covered with black cloth and a stone platform in the middle.
There is a bowl on the table.
The bowl was filled with half a bowl of black-red liquid, with a thin layer of oil floating on it.
"Drink it."
Lin Ze:"..."
The woman turned her head, with a hint of madness in her eyes. "The night will embrace you."
Lin Ze's heart says hug your mother.
He lowered his head and glanced at the bowl of unknown stuff, feeling that his undercover operation was gradually becoming outrageous.
The liquid in the bowl gave off a strong fishy odor.
"What is this?" Lin Ze asked.
"Use the holy blood given by our ancestors," the woman said.
"Drink it, and you can truly see what the world is really like."
Lin Ze picked up the bowl calmly and put it to his mouth under the woman's gaze.
The tip of his nose twitched slightly.
Ugh...
The fishy smell filled the nostrils.
"Drink it."
The woman's voice already sounded a bit forced.
Lin Ze lowered his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the bowl.
A nearly transparent magic power penetrated into the bowl from the fingertips, so fast that it didn't even flicker the candlelight.
"Okay."
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
He pointed the bowl towards the woman, indicating that he had finished drinking.
"The taste is average." Lin Ze said.
The woman suddenly smiled, and her smile looked like cracked porcelain in the dim light.
"Very good, you passed."
She stretched out her hand, and there was a tiny Blood Leech Ring on her wrist.
"Welcome to join us, new blood."
Lin Ze's eyes paused on that ring, then moved away, with an expression on his face that said "I was very moved after drinking the holy blood".
"Can I... see the truth of this world now?" Lin Ze asked.
"Go back first. When Blood Ring matures, you will receive the summons."
"Blood Ring?"
"Everyone who passes the trial will get a Blood Ring." As she said that, the woman flashed the Blood Leech Ring in her hand at him.
Do these people really treat these blood-sucking Dark Magic items as good gifts?
Lin Ze followed behind her, her mind spinning rapidly.
In other words, those wizards who died before were probably shackled with blood leech rings by these Muggles in some way?
No, the strangulation mark on Rosier's wrist is much thinner than that of Blood Leech Ring, and Carl also said before that this kind of Blood Leech Ring's blood-sucking speed is very slow.
What's more, how did this group of Muggle subdue Evan·Rosier, a black wizard of the level Pure-blood who could hurt Moody?
There are also these Blood Leech Ring, could it be said...
Is there a powerful wizard behind them controlling all of this?
Then these Muggle are really...
Poor...
When Lin Ze was brought back to the ground, the gathering had already dispersed.
The warehouse was empty, with only the copper candlestick still emitting a few wisps of green smoke. The black bugs in the copper basin were taken away by someone unknown, leaving only a circle of dark red stains on the bottom of the basin.
The woman in black skirt walked him to the door of the warehouse and handed him a piece of black paper folded into a triangle.
"The Holy Master will leave instructions for you at the next gathering."
Lin Ze took it over.
"Well... I haven't asked yet, how should I call you?" He made a respectful gesture.
"Miriam." the woman said softly.
"New blood, may the night protect you."
After saying that, she turned around and walked back to the depths of the warehouse, and the iron door closed with a creak behind her.
Lin Ze stood in the Old Port night breeze, holding the black paper, the piety on his face gradually faded away.
"Protect your uncle." He stuffed the black paper into his pocket, turned around and walked towards the streetlight next to the pier.
Although he didn't know what happened after he left, he could roughly guess that those Muggles who were given Blood Leech Ring must have offered their "loyalty" to the so-called Holy Lord.
The so-called "loyalty" is probably the blood absorbed by Blood Leech Ring.
The so-called "rally" should be the day when people's blood is regularly collected...
It's really... sad...
These people were originally filled with hatred for wizards because they had lost their loved ones.
As a result, people took advantage of hatred and used it as a "blood bag".
But...
They are not fools. How can they just be the blood packs of the Holy Lord like this?
Lin Ze rubbed his brows. It seemed that he could only wait until the next meeting. The top priority was to find the murderer who murdered the wizard. No matter who he was, Lin Ze believed that he could not escape from this organization.
Early the next morning, Lin Ze went to St. Mungo's.
Mia and Barty Crouch Jr. have not yet been discharged from the hospital. After they almost recovered, they each moved into a single room.
Fortunately, the two of them live on the same floor, with the ward doors facing each other, so Lin Ze doesn't have to run around.
Lin Ze went to Mia's ward first.
At this time, she was sitting on a chair by the window, wiping his wand that had been repaired by Dumbledore with a soft cloth.
"How is your recovery?" Lin Ze put a bag of oranges she bought on the way on her bedside.
"It's okay." Mia raised his eyelids and said hello to Lin Ze.
"Still thinking about what happened that night?" Lin Ze leaned against the door frame.
"I was thinking about what happened to you that night." Mia raised his head and looked at him calmly.
Lin Ze pretended not to know anything. "What can happen to me?"
"Those scales on your body when you rushed up." Mia said.
"However, you don't have to say it if you don't want to, but if you choose to expose those things, it means that you have no other choice in judging the situation at that time." Mia put the wand on the table and looked at him with bright eyes.
Lin Ze raised his eyebrows but did not answer.
This woman is so smart.
"But you'd better make some preparations. I'm not sure if Barty Crouch Jr. saw it. After all, we won't have time to take care of ourselves later." Mia said.
Lin Ze sat in Mia's ward for a while.
The two of them didn't mention what happened that night, but chatted for a while about St. Mungo's's food.
Mia said that the Pumpkin Juice here smelled like cooking water, and Lin Ze said that she should try the new pea soup in the ministry cafeteria, which is called real taste bud murder.
After coming out of the ward, he turned to the opposite side and took a look at Barty Crouch Jr..
Barty Crouch Jr. is half leaning on the bedside, with his left arm hanging, and his right hand is turning over a copy of "Daily Prophet".
Seeing him come in, I raised my chin.
Do these two people greet each other so coldly?
Sure enough, geniuses all have certain personalities.
"How's the group doing?"
"It's not bad, the office is much cleaner without you two." Lin Ze dragged a chair and sat down. He wanted to make a joke, but found that the other party didn't accept it at all.
"Is there any progress?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked the case directly.
"A little bit, still following up." Lin Ze said vaguely.
Barty Crouch Jr. nodded and did not ask any further questions.
Lin Ze stayed for less than two minutes and left. After all, although the other party was good-looking, she was not a beauty, and there were no common topics between him and her.
As soon as he walked out of the St. Mungo's gate, a gray owl swooped down from the eaves across the street and dropped a letter into his hand.
The letter paper is damp.
Lin Ze Open the envelope.
"Old Port Muggle died last night in Warehouse No. 7. A hole was opened in the back of his neck, and the blood on his body was sucked dry. I think this news may be of some use to you.--K"
Lin Ze stood on the street and read it twice, then burned the letter directly with "Fire-Making Spell".
Dead Muggle?
After the meeting ended last night, as soon as he walked away, someone died on his back.