"Why?"

"There is only one way to go around the water pool behind the hotel, and that is to walk through the door of MI7."

"MI7 allows people to walk past their door to another pool with fishing rods on their backs?"

"Of course, as long as they don’t poke their heads into the stone arches of the Seventh Army to inquire about the news that they shouldn’t know, even Naaru of the Exodar will not appear to be so superior, but will patiently serve everyone. The believers who visited it explained their doubts. However, do you think someone will summon demons under the nose of MI7? This is simply unrealistic, just like someone can contact the Burning Legion in the temple of Naaru."

"Who knows?" Zelin shrugged. "But I tend not to let go of any possible places. You can go back and rest first. I plan to go to the pool and then think about the next thing."

"Rest, no, the holy light is on, we must catch the devil as soon as possible. Let's go and go to the pool. But if there is no here, I think we should investigate the drunk. He should have left, but it happened on the day of the attack. I wasted time at night and stayed in the hotel. He was very suspicious."

Zelin didn't understand the devil as well as Oleja. He nodded and walked along the street to the pool behind the pig and the sentry. Allegar followed behind the demon hunter, talking about her guess.

"Yes, demons are all cunning creatures. If necessary, Tamra and I will check the house of drunks. Under the holy light, demons have nowhere to hide. However, you think I suggest MI7 be in the trade zone. Arrange manpower. The devil attacked shipping, attacked the old city, and maybe next time it will launch an attack in the most densely populated trading area."

"Hmm...maybe it's a good suggestion. I'm only in charge of the investigation, and I won't consider the rest. You are better at dealing with demons than me... What smell is this?"

Suddenly, the demon hunter frowned. The night was shining, and the streets were silent. He took a breath, and a familiar smell of rotten eggs filled the air.

Not far away, bright moonlight was reflected in the ripples of the pool.

The first thousand nine hundred and seventy-seven chapters storm at night

"...The stench left by the devil can be smelled tens of meters away."

Aureka clenched the hammers in both hands, the back of the light blue hands tightened, and the light in his eyes became brighter.

Zelin held his breath and raised his ears. The sound of crickets in the grass next to the pool, the footsteps of guards patrolling, and an agent lying on the treetop scratched his back. When he touched the branches, the leaves rustled like wind.

"Don't be nervous, Olega, I didn't hear any extra sounds."

"Hear? You are not a werewolf. I didn't see you draw out your sword and transform yourself. But be careful. The devil has a thousand ways to hide himself, and ten thousand ways to do it."

"Then be prepared." Zelin put his hand on his waist, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he drew out an iron sword. He brought three weapons, an ebony blade, a silver sword and an iron sword. "Let's go ahead and take a look."

The waterfall at the other end of the pool hit the rock at the bottom, and the sound of the water echoed around. A short artificially constructed trestle bridge extends to the center of the water pool, and a fisherman’s wooden barrel is nearby. A small wooden boat is parked next to the trestle bridge. The current is pushing the wooden boat to the downstream sewer entrance, but it is tied by a rope. The boat pulled the rope until it was straight, and the rope didn't move. There are several iron fences at the entrance of the sewer, blocking the entrance of the sewer.

Near the pool, Zelin raised his hand and motioned to Oleja to stop.

He squatted down and carefully observed the soft soil in front of him.

"Someone has been here just now. A human or some kind of creature wearing shoes. He came up from... from the pool. The forefoot stepped deeper, and he walked on tiptoe, maybe afraid of being discovered by someone, um... …Maybe less than an hour after leaving."

Olejia narrowed her mouth, looked at Zelin in surprise and strangeness, looked at the ground in front of him, and looked at the Demon Hunter again.

"What did you see? Ghost? Traces of magic? Do you know how to spell?"

"No, you see, there is a footprint here, extending from the pool." Zelin stretched out his finger, pointed at the trace he saw, and kept pointing to the edge of the pool. "That person should have swam up from the water and then climbed onto the trestle bridge."

"Holy Light, I can't see anything."

"You stand where you are. Don't walk around casually to prevent damage. I will survey around and call you when it's over."

"I know, I will stay here unless a demon appears. May the Holy Light bless you."

Zelin stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes. Go around the footprints left on the ground, walk towards the trestle bridge, and carefully observe whether there are other traces nearby. Soon, he noticed that on the rocks next to the waterfall, a touch of unusual black was wagging slightly in the splashing water droplets.

A rope.

The rope is very long, and it is hemp rope. It cannot be tied here before. The user must know the terrain nearby. When night falls, they will run to the top of the waterfall and tie this rope.

The pupil of the demon hunter shrank slightly, and his eyes moved outward along the direction of the trestle bridge. The traces are rolling back and forth on the trestle bridge, and the owner of the footprint must have done something on it. Or pacing back and forth about something. After the footprints left the trestle bridge, they first took five steps in the direction of MI7, and then turned to the other side of the wall. The shops in the old town were facing this waterhole. Zelin walked behind the wall and placed a wooden crate underneath, with a clear footprint on the crate. And on the bulge of the rock wall, he saw water stains left by his fingers.

After roughly comparing the map in the memory in his mind, the demon hunter determined that this shop should be the weapon shop next to the pig and the sentry.

Finally, he walked to the trestle bridge and squatted beside the wooden barrel of the trestle bridge. There is a lid on the barrel, and he reaches for it. The lower end of the lid had just left the edge of the barrel, and the smell permeating inside made him subconsciously tilt his head and cover the tip of his nose. A pile of dead fish lay on the bottom of the bucket, rotten and smelly, showing a disgusting light green.

A pile of dead fish.

The instinct of the demon hunter told him that this might have something to do with it. The peculiar smell in the well is precisely because of them? Or is there something in the water that makes these fish look like this?

He observed the barrel carefully, it was wet.

"Olega." He beckoned to the draenei standing nearby. "Come here."

The draenei strode forward, leaving a slender hoof print on the ground. "What did you find?" Not yet walked in

"A strange trace of activity."

Zelin stood up, clapped his hands, and gathered the clues together in his mind to outline the situation at the time.

"A person should be a man. According to the proportions of his footprints, a strong man arrived at the top of the waterfall when night fell. He tied a rope to a tree by the waterfall, and then slid down the rope. When he arrived on the trestle bridge, this wooden barrel may have been carried by himself, because the wooden barrel is wet."

"Why can't it be carried by the fisherman? When raising fish, you can easily get the outside of the wooden barrel wet."

"According to the wife of the pig and the sentinel, no one has come here to fish for several days since the demon attacked." Zelin paused and re-covered the barrel, but this did not stop the spread. The stench. "These fish should have been brought up by the visitors."

"It could also be..." Oregaard just wanted to say something, and then closed her mouth. "Yes, you are right. There has been no fisherman for a while. But what if anyone can't help but come here to fish? The Holy Light is on, I still remember when the Exodar just fell, even if he was building a camp. At that time, I couldn’t help but find free time to pray to the Holy Light, hoping to get a response. For humans, fishing may be the same? I have seen some humans choose fishing as a way of relaxation."

Zelin opened the barrel again, and the draenei coughed heavily.

"What are you doing?"

"Why didn't the Holy Light tell you? It's impossible for such a dead fish to bite."

"I know, I know." Olega said muffledly, clutching the tip of her nose. "Cover it, I can't help but smash these dead fish into the mud with a hammer. This is the pollution of the devil."

"Devil pollution? Do you know?"

"This is very similar to a fel-infected creature." The draenei nodded.

"Then it seems that there is a result." Zelin closed the barrel again and waved vigorously. "Someone bypassed the agent of MI7, he went to the lake behind the palace, and he also carried a bucket of dead fish contaminated by fel energy."

"Someone wants to throw these dead fish into the canal? Want to cause trouble? The entire Stormwind City relies on the canal for its water." Oleja lowered her head, touched her chin, and then patted her hand. "The spy of the Legion! Yes, this is really a dangerous idea. If a plague or something similar to the plague breaks out in the city, it will have a very serious blow to the morale of the Alliance. Without Stormwind, we would not have the headquarters to fight against the Legion."

"But it's a problem." Zelin frowned. "Why are these dead fish on the trestle bridge? Instead of being thrown into the canal? And the footprints told me that our suspected Legion spies not only did not dump the contaminated fish into the canal, but stayed in place, but climbed the wall and escaped. This doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t take so much time to pour the fish."

"Maybe they have already started doing this? Remember the strange smell in the well? The Legion spy may have done it once. Only this time because of our presence, he can't wait to escape in order to cover up his identity? He may not have left much. Far away, can you see other traces in your eyes? Catch up! Catch him! I'll tell Jobs of MI7 about this matter. His master of poison research may have a way to deal with it!"

Oleja said more and more anxiously, turning around and raising her legs as if running towards MI7. Zelin quickly stretched out his hand to hold her arm, causing her to stagger.

"Wait...wait!" Zelin sighed in response to Oregaard's confused look. "Don't worry, worrying will only make you ignore the details. There are too many doubts about this matter. Tonight, I just learned about the unusual smell in the well, and then I found such a crime scene in the evening? And it was still well arranged. At the scene, a bucket of fish is right next to the waterhole, and this waterhole happens to be connected to the canal by a sewer. I don’t believe this coincidence, I suspect someone is trying to lead us in a certain direction."

"It's also possible that you are suspicious." Oleja shook his head. "You suspected too many things. The Holy Light helped us find the enemy. What we have to do now is to seize the opportunity to catch the lackeys of the Legion, and let all those who are not determined to realize that working with the Legion is self-defeating!"

Zelin rubbed his eyes.

He now understands why Joseph would make fun of the Paladin in front of him.