Chapter 186 Unexpected Harvest
Chapter 186 Unexpected Harvest (Part )
Yes, it takes a long time to buy daily necessities in secret, and the consumption quantity changes with the activities of the rebels in the news, so the identity of these people is self-evident.
After hearing what the baby-faced girl said, Leon couldn't help but reveal a hint of embarrassment on his face.
After joining the Cleanup Bureau, I still fell into a rut of thinking, especially after experiencing the convenience of soul vision. My first reaction was always to use "abnormal" methods to find the target, but I forgot these most basic means.
The rebels are also human beings! They need to eat and wear clothes!
What's more, they are an organization of considerable size. Apart from the few people with abnormal abilities created by Director Aquarius, there are at least three or four hundred members and their families. The consumption of these people is not small.
As for why these people would gather together instead of dispersing and hiding throughout the royal capital...all we can say is that the danger and difficulty of dispersing and hiding may not really be less than if they gathered together.
There are no mobile phones that can deliver messages at any time here. Most people still communicate over long distances through letters. Those who are rich can go to the communications bureau and use a device similar to a telegraph to deliver simple messages, but these ways of delivering information are both difficult and dangerous for the rebels.
After all, the Secret Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Police is not there to do nothing. They can even track the whereabouts of the passengers in the steam carriage. If someone suddenly receives a letter or their whereabouts become a mystery before each rebel action, it would be no different from revealing their identity.
It is even more difficult to complete an attack by relying on means such as agreed-upon codes for action. Not only will all the codes have to be replaced if one is caught, but when opportunities are often fleeting, it is almost impossible to ensure that the content of the action is fully communicated.
Their precise attacks, which could last from seven to eight minutes to only thirty to fifty seconds, and they had to evacuate in time before the police arrived, could not be supported by such primitive communication methods as secret codes. At least, it was impossible given the average quality of the insurgents, so there must be places like settlements!
……
"Thank you! Your information really helped a lot!"
After figuring out how to find the gathering place of the rebels and then follow the clues to find the holders of the abnormal objects, Leon, who was extremely happy, first thanked him, and then instructed him seriously:
"Ms. Amy, those people have very dangerous things in their hands. Your family should not get involved in what happens next. Just tell me the store where they usually buy supplies!"
“Okay, I’ll write down those stores right now!”
The baby-faced girl was very happy to hear that she had indeed helped Leon, but after rummaging in her pockets, she found that she didn't bring a pen or paper, so she looked up at Leon again.
"I have a pen and paper here."
He knew what she was looking for at a glance. Leon wanted to hand over the small notebook in his arms, but after thinking about the contents written on it, he hesitated for a moment, and then took out his homemade charcoal pencil, then pointed to the bedside and said:
"Move my pillow away and lift up the back of the bed. There's a small cabinet inside. There should be the toilet paper that Melanie used before."
"Oh ok, I'll look for it."
After curiously looking at the strange-looking charcoal pencil in Leon's hand, the baby-faced girl followed Leon's instructions, moved his pillow away, and prepared to lift up the bedside with a storage compartment, but...
This...this is...
Looking at the piece of women's underwear with a very bold style and an unusually "mature" shape lying under Leon's pillow, the two people in the room couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Don't even mention that it might be Anna's. Not to mention that this purple-black lace corset doesn't match Anna's temperament at all. The two huge empty spaces at the top left for the southern hemisphere are definitely not something Anna's "scale" can handle.
Amy knew at a glance that this thing definitely belonged to a very "remarkable" woman, especially the terrible size difference between the southern hemisphere support and the waist. The owner of this dress must have a "dominant" chest! No wonder! No wonder when I came in, I heard someone shouting "papaya" and "size" in the inner room! No wonder!
I stared at this corset, which noble ladies often wore to attend dinner parties to tighten their waists, especially at the two incredibly large "lower bowls" on it for a long time.
The baby-faced girl couldn't help but droop her lips, her round little nose twitched twice, and she felt an inexplicable sourness rising to the tip of her nose, and her eye circles turned slightly red.
"you you……"
"If I say, I don't know where this thing came from... do you believe me?"
After interrupting Amy's tearful shaking, Leon walked over to look at the corset, then checked his bed sheets and pillows, then frowned and said:
"It seems someone has slept in my bed... Anna likes to tidy up the room every night, so someone must have come yesterday, and the clothes should have been placed under the pillow at that time. I slept directly in the bureau yesterday and didn't go home at all...
Never mind, I'll just ask her directly."
In order to avoid being considered a pervert who collected women’s underwear, Leon explained a few words seriously. Seeing that the baby-faced girl still had a very strange expression, he simply opened the door and shouted towards the inner room:
"Anna! Did anyone come to the house yesterday?"
"..."
Hearing Leon's shout, Melanie's loud crying in the room couldn't help but pause slightly.
After a while, Anna, who looked quite good after exercise, opened the door, glanced in the direction of Leon, and then nodded with a complicated expression.
"Yes, Miss Veronica came here, and we talked for a long time, until the last carriage stopped running, and I let her stay in your room... Is there any problem?"
Miss Veronica? The princess? No wonder...
After thinking about the princess's situation and looking back at the corset on the bed, Leon answered with a look of realization:
"It's not a big deal, it's just that one of her clothes was left in my room."
Clothes dropped?
After hearing what Leon said, Ana blinked in confusion. What Sister Veronica wore when she came was the same as when she left. How could it be... um...
She reacted and ran over quickly, looking at the bed in Leon's room, and then her pupils shrank suddenly, probably because she was shocked by the size of the clothes.
"Anna, Miss Veronica will be staying at the bureau during this period. Please help her collect the things first, and then find a bag to put them in. I will bring them to her when I return to the bureau later."
"it is good!"
When Anna ran back to the inner room to look for the bag, Leon turned around and explained to Amy who looked skeptical:
"Ms. Veronica is the one who was attacked by the rioters this time. She came to our bureau for help this morning. We are tracking down the rioters because of her... Um... Can you help me write down the locations of those stores now?"
He took out his notebook, tore off a page and handed it over. Looking at the strong old man outside the window who was tied up with wool and still climbed up to the sixth floor little by little, Leon couldn't help but urged with a headache:
"If possible, you'd better write faster, I don't seem to have much time left..."
(End of this chapter)