Chapter 47 The encounter of fate is irresistible

Chapter 47 The encounter of fate is irresistible

Walking on the streets of the West District, there were not many pedestrians coming and going. Most of the big businessmen and small nobles traveled in horse-drawn carriages. The real pedestrians were usually people buying food and servants.

In order not to affect the living environment, there are no slaughterhouses or vegetable markets nearby. They have to be found a little further away from the residential area.

Hasta walked around a lot but didn't find anything new. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.

Then we randomly found a restaurant to eat.

Not long after he sat down to eat, he heard someone calling him from behind.

Hastur put down his knife and fork, looking for the voice. It was Chief Reed whom he had met once before.

"Baron Campbell, I didn't expect to see you here."

Chief Reed followed the two young police officers and walked up with a smile.

"Perhaps this is the goddess's guidance."

Hastur smiled and invited Chief Reed and the three of them to sit down. He happened to have something to ask Chief Reed.

"Praise the goddess."

Sheriff Reed clicked four times on his chest to draw a crimson moon. He was also a devout believer in the goddess.

After the three of them were seated, Hastur called the waiter and ordered three more meals.

The food here is affordable and Hasta doesn't have to worry about it.

Even if we invite a few more people, it won't cost more than 1 pound.

Sheriff Reed and the other three quickly stood up and thanked them before taking their seats again.

While waiting for their meal, Hastur asked him about Andrew.

"We do have news about him recently. Someone saw him in the dock area yesterday. He seemed to be going to sea and leaving Backlund. Our police have sent people to guard there to prevent him from getting on the ship and going to sea. ”

Sheriff Reed still had some impression of the fraudster who dared to defraud the nobles. Last time, he led people to secretly guard near Hasta's house.

Docklands?

Hastur frowned slightly, thinking about arresting the fraudster himself if he had the chance.

But the dock area was too close to the Sunrise Workhouse, and he didn't want to get close.

"He is very cunning. He might just be making a false move to mislead our judgment."

Having said this, Chief Reed sighed. It has been a long time since he started chasing Andrew, but every time he was just a little bit close, he always failed to catch him.

"Have you gained anything else?" Hastur tried to ask.

At this time, three lunches had been delivered. In order not to disturb the conversation between Chief Reed and Hastur, the other two young police officers took their own lunches and sat at the table next to them.

Sheriff Reed cut off a piece of steak, pondered for a moment and said, "He seems to be very lucky. Every time we are just a little bit close to catching him."

"One of our men caught a glimpse of him while patrolling. Just when he was about to catch up and see what happened, he was interrupted by other things."

"Another time, we organized people to start checking the pub late at night, but they arrived a few minutes late and allowed him to slip out of the back door."

Different luck?

Hastur became alert. Different luck. Is there any extraordinary factor hidden in it?

As far as he knows, the destiny path can give others good luck in encountering good things, and it can also curse others with continuous bad luck.

He also recalled that when he was chatting with Professor Wayne, he once said that Voltaire Campbell had bad luck in gambling. He just turned over the cards and won a manor title deed.

And Andrew came to blackmail him for 2,000 pounds for no reason. Were they really just here for the money?

Or do they want to force themselves to sell them something valuable?

When they sneaked into the house where they lived that night, besides themselves, were they also looking for something else?

Hastur fell into deep thought, and he knew that maybe he was too worried.

It is entirely possible that this is a simple fraud and theft case where a group of fraudsters targeted you and then sneaked into the house to steal.

As for the different luck, maybe someone in the police station tipped off Andrew.

Seeing Hastur not speaking for a long time, Chief Reed said awkwardly: "We will capture him as soon as possible and we will never let him escape again next time!"

"I have always believed in your abilities and your ability to arrest criminals and put them behind bars."

Hastur spoke with a smile, glanced at Sheriff Reed's nearly eaten steak, and said, "Would you like a beer?"

"Thank you for your generosity."

"Congratulations in advance on the arrest of the criminal."

Hastur stretched out his hand to call the waiter and ordered three glasses of the best beer here and a drink.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can't drink." Hasta explained.

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Dockside area.

Not long after he separated from Chief Reed, Hasta came here alone.

In the past, he would not take risks here alone, but now he is playing the role of a barbarian, thinking less and doing more. Now that he has the intention, he comes to the dock area for a walk.

Maybe you can actually gain something, after all, fate always attracts each other.

Upon arriving at the dock area, he established a rule that the fateful encounter was irresistible.

If Andrew is really an extraordinary person in the path of destiny, then there is a high probability that he will meet the other party.

Hastur was walking in the dock area. Apart from being wary of pickpockets stealing his money, he walked around aimlessly.

If you really have to rely on reasoning to trace, he will definitely not be as professional as the police department.

What he focuses on this time is metaphysics. If you can meet the best one, there is no regret if you don't.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hasta still had nothing to gain. He sat in a tavern and ordered two smoked sausages, a cup of Earl Grey tea, and a dessert as afternoon tea.

Although the food here in the dock area is relatively rough, the smoked sausage is very delicious, much better than some famous restaurants.

As for the dessert, the difference is a bit big, neither delicate nor delicious.

Hasta quietly enjoyed his afternoon tea, his eyes occasionally swept inside and outside the tavern, maybe he could really meet Andrew here.

Halfway through the meal, Hasta's eyes glanced at the outside of the tavern and slightly condensed, and he really caught a glimpse of Andrew's figure!

Compared with the image of a suit thug when he met last time, Andrew now wrapped himself tightly, his chin was also covered by the collar, and the clothes he wore were common among the workers here.

He lowered his eyes, sometimes searching around, sometimes dodging, as if he was avoiding someone.

Was he being targeted by the police department?

Hasta did not pay the bill and stand up immediately, but patiently watched for a while, he wanted to see who Andrew was avoiding.

If it was a police officer, he wouldn't have to worry so much, just follow carefully.

If it was someone else, he would have to look carefully.

Until Andrew's figure was about to disappear, Hasta didn't find anyone special following Andrew.

Has he become a frightened bird?

Hasta got up and paid 1 soli 4 pence, went out and mixed in the crowd, following Andrew.

He always kept a safe distance of about ten meters from Andrew, and only when Andrew was about to turn or disappear, he would speed up.

The two of them walked one after the other, bypassing several alleys, passing two or three warehouses, and Andrew finally stopped at the door of a cabin.

He searched around first, and then knocked on the door quietly.

Soon, a 30-year-old strong man poked his head out, also scanning the surroundings first, and then met Andrew's eyes.

After a brief exchange of words, Andrew followed the strong man into the cabin, and the door was closed again.

Is this his hiding place?

Hasta appeared from the corner and stared at the cabin for a while.

He now has two better choices. One is to go and inform the nearby police officers to come here to arrest people and let the police department solve this matter.

The second is to stay here, send someone to notify the nearby police officers, and then act with them.

Of course, he chose the third way and rushed straight up!

Hasta found a thick wooden stick from nearby, weighed the weight, and came to the door of the cabin.

He swung the wooden stick in his hand heavily and hit the door that was not very strong.

Boom!

The whole door collapsed!

Hasta strode in with a wooden stick in his hand and saw three figures in front of him.

One of them was Andrew, who looked panicked, and the other two strong men looked alert. The black-clothed strong man picked up the bench in the house as a weapon, and the gray-clothed strong man took out the dagger hidden in his arms.

The black-clad sturdy man looked at Andrew and cursed, "You idiot, you didn't even know the police came to your door!"

"He, he's not a policeman, he's Voltaire's son!"

Andrew recognized Hasta's identity and looked even more panicked. He took a step back and hid behind the two sturdy men, his eyes rolling, ready to slip away at any time.

"Voltaire's son?"

"Haha, did you come to my door yourself?"

"Yes, I came by myself, who told you not to look for me again."

Hasta showed a simple and kind smile on his face, and before the two sturdy men could speak again, he smashed the black-clad sturdy man who was closer with the wooden stick in his hand.

The black-clad sturdy man grinned fiercely, swung the bench with both hands, swept it from the right to the left, and smashed it on Hasta's temple.

The gray-clad sturdy man went around to the side, trying to block Hasta's retreat.

Hasta was one step faster, and the wooden stick hit the black-clad sturdy man's head first.

Crack!

The wooden stick with heavy force broke in the middle.

At the same time, the black-clad sturdy man's head also cracked.

His head was buzzing, and before the black-clad sturdy man could marvel at Hasta's great strength, he fell backwards, and Andrew quickly dodged to the side.

The gray-clad sturdy man originally wanted to block the retreat and attack Hasta from the side, but seeing this, he hurriedly ran out of the door.

Hasta turned around and glanced, and threw the half-broken wooden stick in his hand with all his strength!

With a wail, the gray-clad sturdy man was stabbed in the waist by the broken wooden stick, and the heavy force brought him to the open space in front, and his forehead came into close contact with the ground, and he fainted.

I was originally aiming at his thigh...

Seeing that the gray-clad sturdy man could not run away for a while, Hasta silently retracted his gaze and looked at Andrew who had no way to retreat.

He said calmly: "I think we can have a good chat."