Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 92: Hunter's Track

Vinata sat by the window with her coffee in hand, watching the passers-by outside.

Have I been living too comfortably lately? Vinata wondered to herself.

Last winter, she had not fully recovered from the injuries she suffered on the battlefield. At that time, she was still Sequence 9, and her physical fitness was not as good as it is now. She could only sit on the recliner by the window of her room and look at the pedestrians outside the window through the frosted window. It reminded her of the forest of Feysac: strange creatures hidden in the strange environment.

The more familiar you are, the easier it is to become prey;

On the contrary, the more you know, the easier it is to become a hunter.

However, it seemed that I had let him understand some things too easily.

What changes have taken place in yourself compared to before?
Venata wanted to understand.

Perhaps, the biggest difference between myself and a year ago is that the demigod gave me a psychological hint.

But, could this be the reason?

Vinata shook her head vigorously. She was not sure whether she was willing to accept this guess.

Altaïr is a guy who makes people feel both familiar and strange. People want to further explore his strange side, but they can also find a sense of security in his familiar side.

But what if this familiar sense of security also comes from the psychological suggestion of that strange demigod?
Vinata scratched her golden hair in annoyance. Living in a strange country and among strange people, she seemed to have become a lot more unfamiliar.

She couldn't help but think of a strange proverb her grandmother had said when she was teaching her to hunt in the tribe. That day was as cold as it was now, and her grandmother's words came out of her mouth and turned into white mist.

"A hunter's troubles last as long as a hunt..." Vinata muttered to herself in a low voice, imitating her mother-in-law's tone.

In other words, once a hunt is completed, the hunter should put the previous worries behind him, after all, no one can say whether he can catch prey tomorrow. Unlike assassins, hunters live in the present.

Vinata casually glanced at the crowd outside the window, and suddenly her eyes became sharp. In her sight, a discordant figure suddenly appeared.

The figure of prey.

Old Lynch, the supervisor of Buffett's company, was walking on the street, and he didn't seem to notice that he had been discovered. His pockets were slightly open, and his hands were in his pockets in an unnatural position.

Seeing Old Lynch appear, Vinata's body tensed up slightly. She put the 5-pence meal fee under the coffee cup and walked out of the cafe quickly.

Today's outfit was not suitable for tracking. This kind of attire would be too conspicuous on the streets of Loen where everyone was wearing thick windbreakers... Therefore, Vinata did not intend to hide herself. She was preparing for a grand hunt.

She was the only one besieging him, and there was only one person besieged. But it didn't matter. Every time the "arsonist" appeared, it was grand enough.

When Vinata went out, Old Lynch stopped; when Vinata approached, Old Lynch immediately turned around and walked away. However, when Vinata quickened her pace, he quickened his pace, and when Vinata slowed down a little, he would stop for a while, keeping the distance between them the same.

The other party asked me to follow him... He seemed to have been following us for a while. Venata frowned. As a hunter who was very good at tracking and anti-tracking, and an assassin with high inspiration, they didn't even notice the other party's tracking.

Are you provoking me? Vinata snorted coldly, then turned around and left decisively.

If you really have something to say, then come over here. Hunters will not put themselves in a passive situation!

Sure enough, after discovering that Vinata wanted to leave, Old Lynch followed her awkwardly and followed Vinata into an alley.

"What do you want to tell me?"

When Old Lynch came to the alley panting, Vinata, who had been waiting inside, asked.

The distance she reserved was exactly the position she could reach instantly by running on fire, so she could definitely arrive first after starting later in this narrow alley.

"Sure enough, you are not an ordinary person either."

Old Lynch took two breaths and asked, "What did you see when you came to the factory that day?"

"As the supervisor, you should know what's inside better than I do."

Venata replied.

"That means you didn't see it." Old Lin Qi said firmly.

"Maybe, but now I know there's something shady in there."

Venata didn't care.

"That's not important. What's important is that you promise me not to tell anyone what you saw there. Judging from the newspapers from the past two days, whether you really didn't find anything or you found something but don't want to say much, your ability to keep secrets is pretty good, unlike that reporter who only knows how to brag."

"Let's not talk about whether your opinion of me is correct, you seem to have a great prejudice against Mr. Joseph."

Venata raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, the worst are those who think they have uncovered the truth. They sow useless hope in the East End, and because of their cowardice they are incapable of turning such hope into reality. They use sweet words to deceive the innocent working girls into expressing their true feelings, and then they say some irrelevant nonsense in the newspapers to show that they have a strong opinion..."

Old Lin Qi was a little excited. "They made money, but what about those female workers who were fooled by them and told the truth? Will he find new jobs for them? Will they still be able to find another job after telling the truth?"

Old Lynch smiled sarcastically, and in an instant he seemed to have become the most outstanding satirical actor.

"Maybe my laughter annoys you," he said, "but it's hilarious to see you journalists betting without any cards in your hands. Maybe no one is better than you at making up stories, but the results are just as pathetic. To be honest, you don't even have a face card in your hand, just a tiny little one."

"It seems you know more than you appear."

Venata said cautiously.

"Of course, the things I know are enough to make you tremble."

Old Lynch did not continue on this topic, but sternly warned: "Don't pursue what happened in Mr. Buffett's factory, because it will ruin more than one person's life. I can see that you are smart and rational enough to become a great reporter. However, in this matter, good intentions do not necessarily lead to good results."

"I'm not worried that the bad-ass reporter will notice anything, so I just came to warn you. I've said enough. If you plan to expose this matter, I'm afraid you will be approached by the things you are curious about."

(End of this chapter)