Chapter 205: Searching for People in the East District
Without waiting for Angel to ask, the other party sat down on the chair and spoke out his demands in rapid succession.
It turned out that his daughter had been missing for nearly a week. He had tried to call the police and contact a detective, but to no avail. The detective even tactfully told him that in Backlund, there was almost no hope of finding a young woman who had been missing for more than three days.
He has now begun to seek help from gods and the illusory divination.
Thank you so much...
Hearing that the other party regarded divination as the last straw after all other options were exhausted, Angel could hardly hold back the smile on his face.
Taking the crumpled missing person notice handed to him by the man, Angel stopped complaining and grumbling in his heart and read it carefully.
The missing person notice showed a girl about 15 years old with a sweet face and long hair, and some keywords below: Emily O'Neill, brown hair, black eyes, wearing a light yellow dress when she disappeared, and carrying a shoulder bag containing grammar and arithmetic textbooks.
"Mr. O'Neill, could you please tell me in detail what happened before Emily disappeared?"
Putting down the missing person notice, Angel looked at the haggard father again. The latter subconsciously took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but after looking at Angel, he put the cigarette and lighter back in his pocket.
"She went to school that day, not far from home, at a comprehensive school on the border of North Borough and Cherwood, but I didn't see her come back until late at night..."
Mr. O'Neill rushed to the school overnight and asked the teacher. He learned that Emily had left with her classmates after school that day. After searching the road between the school and her home repeatedly without success, he called the police.
Of course, like everyone who eventually turns to divination, to the occult for help, the police, even detectives without extraordinary powers, are powerless.
Within a week, the father who loved his daughter so much had become slovenly and thin. He even neglected his work and his tearful wife, and spent every day frantically looking for a solution.
"I see. Did you bring any items she often uses, or any clothing that's close to her body?"
After hearing about the girl's disappearance, Angel put down the untied topaz pendant and took out the magic mirror.
I'm afraid only true mysticism can help this gentleman.
"Yes, yes," Mr. O'Neill said, clearly having been instructed, as he hurriedly pulled out an exquisite pencil case. "She's been using this one for a year and a half, so I just bought her a new one. Luckily, she still hasn't thrown this one away."
Although it is not a personal item, it can be used long enough to leave enough connections.
Angel took the pencil case, placed the magic mirror on the bag, faced himself, stroked the mirror, and muttered:
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, where is Emily O'Neill now?"
A mist that only she could see flashed by, and the mirror first turned dark, and then showed several pictures, which made Angel breathe a sigh of relief - the divination object was still alive.
In the picture, a little brown-haired girl in a light yellow dress is roughly pulled into an unmarked carriage.
The carriage drove past low buildings and dirty streets, and passed by groups of homeless people on the roadside. A cross-body bag was thrown out of the window, and several homeless people rushed over.
Shortly after entering a two-story building, the carriage drove out again, made a circle, and headed in another direction.
Angel's perspective followed the carriage, and he saw a familiar building, but then the picture disappeared as if disturbed, and her slightly expectant expression reappeared.
After taking a deep breath and sorting out what the magic mirror had seen, Angel looked at Mr. O'Neill, who looked nervous.
"Your daughter, Miss Emily, has indeed been kidnapped..."
"Who is it? Where is it? Tell me!"
Mr. O'Neill nearly jumped up and asked a series of questions, then, conscious of his own agitation, he settled back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little... But how did you know? Just from this little mirror?"
"This is called magic mirror divination. When your daughter disappeared, she was carrying a blue shoulder bag, about this size, with a row of tassels on the side..."
In order to gain his trust, Angel described the appearance of the shoulder bag thrown away by the kidnapper in the divination picture, which was not written in detail in the missing person notice.
"Yes, it's hers!" Mr. O'Neill's eyes were red with excitement. "Is she still alive? Where can I find her?"
"I only divined part of the information. Um, do you have a map? The East District and the Cherwood District."
Angel took a nearly torn map from O'Neill's windbreaker and found that there were notes on it in different handwritings, perhaps from the detectives he had hired before.
"She was most likely kidnapped at this location in Cherwood..."
Based on the image obtained through divination, she circled an area on the map and then drew a line pointing to the east district.
"The carriage then headed to the East End, briefly stopping at a two-story building before heading off in another direction. It passed a distinctive building on Dharavi Street and, according to the direction it was headed, should have returned to Cherwood."
By marking several important locations and connecting them, Angel roughly drew out the route the kidnappers took, but due to insufficient divination information or interruption caused by interference, she was unable to confirm the final stop of the carriage.
Fortunately, there was one important landmark she had seen before: an apartment building across the street from Dharavi Street, where the Dominican Federation and Sonia had lived.
As for the two-story building, there were thousands of similar buildings in the East District, and Angel had no way of confirming its exact location.
"The only clue right now is the place they stayed. I suggest you find a private detective to search based on their route. Emily is still alive, but that may not be the case in the future."
"Thank you, thank you!"
O'Neill first examined the map carefully, as if trying to imprint the route drawn in red ink in his mind, then carefully folded it up and put it away before continuing:
"I'll find the best detective to start the investigation as soon as possible. Haha, I just thought I'd tried everything and came here to try my luck. I didn't expect you..." He even used honorifics, "You're really as amazing as Ms. Swan said."
Swan? Laura Swan?
Angel raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected to hear Laura's name from O'Neill. Why was she promoting her little divination room? Was she trying to observe my performance? Or was she just giving a random recommendation?
Seeing O'Neill put down five pounds of banknotes and turn to leave, Angel hurriedly called him.
"Mr. O'Neill, if those detectives can't do anything, you can try your luck at the 'Brave Man's Bar' in the Bridge District. The 'old man' there knows some people like me who might be able to help you."
O'Neill was stunned for a moment, muttering "Brave Bar" and "Old Man" silently to deepen his impression, then nodded and thanked Angel.
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Compared to those love divinations, although the divination for Mr. O'Neill's daughter did not help Angel digest the potion, it made her feel the joy of helping others for the first time in a long time.
Although no new business came until sunset, she was always in high spirits.
In the evening, after leaving the Divination Club, she went to the new safe house in the East District to change her clothes and take a short rest before preparing to return to her home on Red Rose Street in the Bridge District.
Passing by the iconic apartment building on Dharavi Street, Angel got off the carriage and looked up at the skywalk that spanned the street.
In the Magic Mirror Divination, the carriage passed through this street, headed west, and eventually returned to the Cherwood district.
Looking at the streets that were already dyed with the faint light of the crimson moon, Angel found an empty corner, took out his magic mirror, and prepared to perform another divination here.
Maybe there will be new gains, or maybe, like this afternoon, it will be interrupted at a critical moment...
But it's better to try than to have regrets.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, Emily..."
"boom--"
There was a sudden violent explosion in an apartment building across from her. Bright yellow flames poured out of the window of a room on the third floor, lifting half of the roof into the sky. Bricks, tiles, and flesh and blood then fell on Angel.
What's going on? Someone attacked me?
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, her body subconsciously dodged to the side, avoiding a stone that was thrown at her, and then dodged left and right, avoiding bricks and sharp tiles.
There were also cries of pain coming from all around me. Passersby on the street were caught off guard and were hit by falling rocks.
Fortunately, there was only one explosion, and the rain of falling objects soon stopped. Thanks to his extraordinary skills, Angel was not injured, but all kinds of muffled groans and groans could be heard around him, and the pedestrians were probably seriously injured or killed.
Through the fog that filled the air above the street, Angel looked towards the center of the explosion. Half of the wall on the top of the three-story gray-blue apartment building had been blown down, and thick smoke was billowing out from inside. A faint smell of gas wafted into her nostrils.
It turned out to be a gas explosion...
Feeling a little relieved, she walked towards the apartment to see the casualties.
"Are you the bounty hunter, Hugh Dilcha?"
A hoarse voice sounded from inside the apartment door, and Angel saw a tall figure walking out of the smoke-filled apartment. He was almost two meters tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms, like a giant. He was wearing a hooded robe that was obviously not suitable for his body shape, and his beast-like dark brown eyes looked at Angel.
"What bounty hunter?"
Angel subconsciously thought that he had recognized the wrong person, and even looked behind him to confirm that apart from the injured people lying on the ground, groaning, or motionless, he was the only one standing on the street.
"You were the one who asked that guy to look for Lanevus."
The giant muttered to himself as if in confirmation, then kicked off with both feet and pounced on her with agility that was not in line with his size.
Looking for... Lanevus?
Hearing this familiar name, Angel instantly thought of the evil god coming to Tingen City, the father of the "child" in Megose's belly, and the downtown park that was littered with casualties just like today.
With a "click", she pressed the magic pocket watch without hesitation, stepped out of the frost with one foot, pinched out black flames with one hand, and rushed towards the "giant" who was rushing towards her like a mountain.
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