Aldridge wanted to understand what was wrong with him. This problem was called blind faith in the so-called 'authority'.

No matter whether things progress or not, Aldridge will always remember the words instructed on the dossier:

"The preliminary judgment is that some kind of 'mystery' of a less serious nature is at work."

Aldridge believed this sentence and was quite firm, but this firmness was subconscious and unthought-out.

He is new here, and although he has fully integrated the memories and feelings of his predecessor, he still feels insecure.

The 'mystery', the Beyonder, the church... all of these make him unfamiliar.

The moment I saw the dossier, the logic of my brain was, "I used to be a good doctor, but not a police officer. Professional matters should be followed by professionals."

So he clearly thought of other possibilities, and he was still acting according to this logic.

Aldridge feels like a fool now!

He believed the "preliminary judgment" like a fool, and squatted in this yard all night like a fool! Aldridge in his previous life was definitely a smart man, and now he is angry that his IQ has been insulted.

Thinking about it now, the person who made this 'preliminary judgment' and Aldridge before last night didn't think about this issue seriously at all.

Under the idea that Beyonders would not do such boring things, the idea that 'mysterious' was playing tricks arose.

But think about it carefully, what kind of life form does this 'mystery' have to use to allow Mrs. Strelling to move her at least 90 pounds out of the room without attracting everyone's attention?

You must know that 'mystery' does not possess advanced wisdom.

Unless it is a 'mystery' with space capability, but the probability of encountering a 'mystery' with space capability is so low that this speculation can be directly discarded.

Yuji's instruction is very ugly... It's crooked like it was written by a big old man.

Maud Jurgen's big face immediately popped into Aldridge's mind, **** it! If it's really his "preliminary judgment", then I'm even more stupid!

If it's not 'mysterious', then it can only be people playing tricks.

Thinking about the previous homeowner selling the house at a low price, and thinking about the eyes watching from behind last night, Aldrich began to form his own thoughts.

Aldridge doesn't want to make blind conclusions anymore, he needs to collect enough evidence.

"Johnny, go back and have a good rest first, I'll do something."

"Don't you need my help?"

Aldridge put his arms around Johnny's shoulders and said, "My brother, you've helped me a lot today. I'll go to you when I'm done."

Johnny pursed his lips and said, "Okay, then, you'd better sleep for a while after you're done."

"OK."

Aldridge put Johnny in the carriage and went straight to 5 Forest Avenue, the Forest Bar.

It was early in the morning. People who had been drinking all night fell asleep in the bar. After Aldrich entered the door, he almost stepped on a big man who was drunk and fell to the ground.

The handsome Mills behind the bar heard the doorbell, turned his head to see Aldridge, raised his eyebrows and said, "Come here so early? He's not here for a drink, right?"

"Good day, Mills, I'm really not here for a drink." Aldridge slowly moved to the chair in front of the bar and sat down. His frail body couldn't stand it after staying up all night, and he was weak when greeting.

"Looking at your appearance, you shouldn't have slept all night, how about a glass of wine to sober up?" Mills said with a chuckle.

"No, I can't afford the wine here."

Aldridge glanced at the wine list before, and any glass of wine on it would cost more than 1 silver nar.

Mills laughed and said, "That's a pity."

After the greeting, Aldridge leaned forward and said in a low voice, "I have some trouble with the case I took, and I need to look up some information."

"Oh?" Mills looked at the situation in the bar and said, "Come with me."

I came to a room that I hadn't been to before. It was also full of files, with desks and sofas.

Mills asked Aldridge to sit down on the sofa and leaned against the edge of the desk, motioning him to speak.

"I want to know who the former owner of the villa the Strellings bought, and where they live now."

Mills raised his eyebrows, took out a new-looking file from the bookshelf full of files, opened it and said:

"That villa used to belong to Derek Rose, a sausage merchant from Hodu. Now... let me see, um, he lives at No. 19, Shuangyue Street, South District. That's another villa."

"Sausage merchant? Huodu's special sausage?"

Aldridge remembered that he had just eaten it at Johnny's house yesterday. The flavor was unique and it suited his appetite.

"He also runs this one, but there are too many sausage businesses in Huodu. This is the characteristic of this city, and Derek is barely a middle class."

Even the middle class, they wouldn't be short of money, Aldridge thought silently.

Heh, a person who doesn't seem to be short of money would actually sell a villa at a low price?

This Derek is estimated to have encountered something, but why is there no relevant information on the file, wait, Shuangyue Street?

"Derrick Ross is a believer of the goddess Fierce Moon and Cang Moon?" Aldridge asked.

"That's right," Mills curled his lips and said, "He probably encountered something before, but he won't tell the great mother goddess."

Sure enough...

I didn't write anything about it on the file, I really believed in your evil before!

Aldridge opened his mouth but held back, complaining to Mills that it was useless and offended.

After getting the information he wanted, Aldridge didn't intend to stay any longer, so he bid farewell.

Before going out, Aldridge turned his head and asked Mills, "Who handled the Strelling family's file?"

Mills smiled and said, "You've seen it, Maud Jurgen."

Shit!

Aldridge just thought Mills' smile was meaningful. He didn't want to look at it anymore, so he said "goodbye" and went out.

He went back to his residence, took a shower against his drowsiness, and then lay down on the bed to sleep in the dark. His last thought before going to bed was—I'm so hungry...

It was noon when he woke up again, but Aldrich, who had no watch, was not sure of the exact time.

He simply took a shower, and hurriedly put on his clothes and went out. He was so hungry that he couldn't bear it.

As soon as he turned the stairs, he came across Al Lind.

"Mr. Aldrich!" Al greeted happily, this time without holding the bunch of baby bears in his hands.

"Hello, Al." Aldridge nodded and smiled, trying to create a good image of the neighborhood.

With a smile on Al's dark face, he asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm getting ready to fill my stomach."

"Then can I invite you to come to my house? I just finished cooking and went down to buy some brown bread!"

Even though he took the initiative to invite him, Al used a low-level tone. Aldridge felt strange and had a better understanding of Al's life.

He deliberately refused, but he just said he was going to eat, and now it is not easy to refuse...

Aldridge said, "Then I'm sorry."

Al was obviously very happy, and he thought it was something to be proud of that someone as well-dressed, top hat and poised as Aldridge was willing to agree to his invitation.

In fact, Aldrich is also poor now, which is caused by personal experience and living environment.

Following the enthusiastic Al to the fourth floor, Al opened a door and shouted, "Tom! Tom! We have guests in our house!"

Aldrich made a simple observation without being rude: this house is a two-room structure, oh, there is a small room next to it, which should be the kitchen. The room that entered the door didn't have many things, but it was neatly packed. There was a rolled up bed in the corner, and on the other side were the baby bears that I had seen before.

In the center of the room was a wooden table on which the meal had already been placed. To Aldrich's surprise, the main course was actually beef!

This is expensive meat, and Aldrich believes that he will not spend 30 copper nars and a half pound on beef now.

The door of the other room was closed, which should be where Al's good friend Tom lived.

The closed door opened, and a short blond young man in old clothes walked out slowly from inside, saying, "Guests? Why do we have guests..."

Then he saw Aldridge standing beside Al, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Bewilderment, disgust, inferiority complex, escape...

Aldridge could feel that the young man named Tom did not welcome him.