The Document of Incidents Chapter 5

RedRightHand-NickCave/TheBadSeeds Things beyond the scope of understanding can be put aside for the time being... At least the crisis alarm in Asher Fujimaru's head has not sounded at this time. After experiencing so many things, she finally understood a truth: human intuition can always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages most of the time, so you must trust your first reaction.

"Anyway...don't mention anything else, let's go to where they live to investigate." Asher Fujimaru said.

Now that you have received the money, of course you can't stop doing business.

She returned to the sofa, picked up the business card Sterling Fitch had given her, and saved the phone number on it to her phone. She noticed the title on the back of the business card: soil mechanics expert, professor of geotechnical engineering at Gotham University.

In this country, this person can be considered a class-status person. Although he spends a lot of money, is the other person also dressed a little too plainly?

The thought flashed through her mind for a moment and disappeared as she turned off the phone screen.

She raised her head and looked at Archer, "With me?"

The green-eyed heroic spirit crossed his arms and raised no objections to Asher Fujimaru's course of action. He just stared at Asher Fujimaru for a few seconds, and then nodded, with a casual expression of 'I will listen to you'.

The news has mentioned more than once the Elliott family's acquisition of the abandoned chemical factory land. There were also reports of related events in the newspaper left by Mr. Elise Mariko two weeks ago. Asher Fujimaru easily found the address of the other party's construction site. Specific location.

She simply packed her things. The weather forecast said that it would be cloudy all day today, but the temperature was not too high. The sudden drop in temperature after the snowstorm plunged the entire Gotham into a wet and uncomfortable air.

According to custom, Asher Fujimaru was going to put on his combat uniform, but No. 43 washed it off at some point. The usually fireproof and waterproof combat uniform was now hanging wet on the balcony, absorbing the invisible atmosphere. With intermittent sunshine behind the clouds, she could only do the next best thing and rummage in the closet in the room.

Fortunately, No. 43 was barely a qualified landlord and client. There were many clothes in her size hanging in the cabinet in Asher Fujimaru's bedroom. She randomly pulled out a few pieces that looked thick and put them on herself.

"Let's go." Asher Fujimaru took the wallet, wrapped the lower half of his face in a scarf, and asked Archer to go out together.

The heroic spirit also put on a brown jacket that seemed inappropriate to wear out in this weather. Asher Fujimaru was a little unsure whether it was provided by No. 43 or whether he had transformed it with his own magic power.

"Are you going out like this?"

Asher Fujimaru asked hesitantly. She was not sure whether heroic spirits would feel cold... After all, when she and Callie went out together, the most common thing they did was to warm themselves by the fire in the wild, but she also encountered I have seen many heroic spirits who can fly around in the sky wearing three-point revealing clothing in extremely cold weather and laugh heartily.

The heroic spirit looked at her and said calmly: "If you mind, I can transform into a spirit."

Asher Fujimaru spent the whole morning clearly seeing the scar on the other person's cheek. It was the English letter 'J', starting from the other person's cheekbones and entrenching ferociously on the face. It was so standard that it was difficult to call anyone. I believe this happened by accident.

...It is most likely a man-made scar.

But the other person didn't even tell her his name, and she didn't want to discuss his past herself. Asher Fujimaru's eyes stayed on that scar for half a second, and then immediately passed over it.

"I did not mean that."

She explained, "It's just a little cold outside."

Although her magic power is poor, she doesn't have the ability to let a heroic spirit move freely. Moreover, spiritual transformation cannot block the flow of magic power. Ordinary people with stronger inspiration can sometimes see heroic spirits in spiritual transformation. In this case, it is even more frightening.

The heroic spirit laughed and did not continue. Instead, he opened the door and the bell in the corner swayed and made a crisp sound.

Asher Fujimaru's broken hair was smeared by the wind blowing in her face. She raised her hand to press her hair and then walked out of the room.

"Bon Voyage. 』

No. 43 whispered blessings behind them.

Asher Fujimaru and Archer walked to the intersection to wait for a taxi. The oak trees on both sides of the road were so bare that only their long black branches were left, making the whole street look desolate and cold.

The ground was still wet. The snow plows had cleared away the snow in the middle of the road, but the sewer openings on both sides were still blocked by some unmelted snow. When Asher Fujimaru turned around, she saw a little boy hiding in the alley behind and secretly looking at her. After noticing her sight, he was startled and hid a few steps inside.

Maybe he thought she was unfamiliar because she had never seen her before.

Asher Fujimaru was thinking about how she would explain her relationship with Marico Elise Mariko if she was asked by a neighbor she knew before...

Do you really want to claim that you are a distant relative of the other party like No. 43 said? But she didn’t even know what Mr. Elise Mariko looked like.

At the corner was the hair salon that Asher Fujimaru had seen before. Although there were no customers, it was already open for business. The store probably had heating. She saw a woman with blond curly hair in a suspender skirt smoking a cigarette and looking out onto the street in a daze.

Archer's hand fell on Asher Fujimaru's head, turned her head right, and said coldly: "Don't look blindly, Master."

Asher Fujimaru shrunk his shoulders, stood obediently, and stopped looking around.

His tone had no ups and downs, but it still had an unpleasant feeling: "You are a stranger, and you are most likely to be targeted here."

Asher Fujimaru wanted to argue that she was not the type to let others take advantage of her, but after Archer said this, her attention was directed elsewhere, and she could only swallow the words she was about to blurt out in frustration.

The taxi driver they got into was a middle-aged man with a sinewy face, short hair, and sinister eyes. Asher Fujimaru had no doubt that the taxi driver might have put a few guns under the car mat.

"Chemical plant? That's Elliot's territory..."

The driver muttered and glanced at Asher Fujimaru in the rearview mirror, "What are you doing there?"

Archer pushed his knee gently forward on the driver's seat, "Mind your own business."

"Ok." The driver immediately shut up and turned the steering wheel to turn out of the intersection.

...Although he looks vicious, he still has to follow the principle of customer first.

There was some traffic jam on the road, and it happened to be the morning rush hour. The brake lights and the sound of horns were connected together. This dark city was strung together by red car lights at this moment.

Asher Fujimaru looked out the car window for a while, then lowered his head and clicked on his mobile phone to collect information online. For example, the past of the Elliott family---The news media on the Internet love to compile the secrets of rich people-- ---Or maybe the accident that happened in the aging factory.

The music in the car acts as a dispensable background sound, and if you are not careful, it will be drowned out by the sound of the speakers outside.

"It usually only takes about 20 minutes," the driver rolled down half of the window, looked forward, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel a few times, "It looks like it will take twice as long. We just resumed work in the past two days, and the roads are very crowded."

Asher Fujimaru is still immersed in gossip, and Archer seems too lazy to talk to him---This has been the case since Asher Fujimaru summoned him. This heroic spirit always looks lazy, as if no matter what happens You can't get him to work hard, he is cold but obedient.

The driver realized he had nothing to say and silently turned up the volume on the car radio.

It was close to ten o'clock when they arrived at their destination. The car drove and stopped in the congested traffic. Asher Fujimaru was dizzy and realized that the traffic jam was even more uncomfortable than riding a flying dragon.

Because there were signs and warning signs in front, the driver did not drive any further. The car parked near the construction site, and it still took some distance to walk there. Asher Fujimaru stepped on the ground and jumped twice. Her body after long-term high-intensity exercise quickly overcame the discomfort, and she came back to life with full blood.

"The news said that there was a big explosion here three months ago. It seemed to be caused by an aging leak in the underground natural gas pipeline." Asher Fujimaru stood in front of the road sign to identify the direction and said to Archer: "Originally, it was a mess that no one wanted to take over. , Unexpectedly, Elliott bought this land two months ago and started to renovate it. He recruited a large number of unemployed people as temporary workers and provided food and accommodation, which made the people quite fond of it. "

Archer raised his eyebrows, as if he was recalling something, and after a while he said, "...Thomas Elliot?"

"Oh, that seems to be the name. The successor of the Elliot family, who took over the family after his parents died... Do you know him too?"

"heard about it."

Archer answered him, "In my impression, he doesn't seem like such a kind-hearted guy."

"Were you from Gotham before?" Asher Fujimaru asked the question that she had been curious about since yesterday.

Archer glanced at her and nodded, "That's right."

No wonder he seemed to be very familiar with this city.

"This won't be the world you lived in before..."

Archer raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his obviously mocking smile: "Maybe, maybe not...who knows?"

After Asher Fujimaru met King Arthur Artoria of various classes, she has been able to well understand the existence of peers in different universes, so she can also understand what Archer said---choices will change future.

The project department Fitch was talking about was the employee dormitory of the original chemical plant, which was only two or three minutes away from the construction site. It was bought by Elliot and was simply reinforced and modified to allow workers to rest inside. .

From a distance, it looks like an old building. The light white wall tiles have long been stained with gray and black stains, and the windows are densely packed, like black mouths.

Work has started today, and there are not many people in the dormitory building. Most of them are workers who have returned from the night shift and fell asleep.

"The surveillance is broken..."

Asher Fujimaru approached carefully. There was no one at the entrance of the gate. The black surveillance camera above had its head lowered, and the wires were not connected. It was hanging in a mess on the side. Just like Fitch said, it was impossible to take a picture of Marvin. 's whereabouts.

They walked into the dormitory. There was a fire evacuation map for this floor posted on the side wall. Asher Fujimaru glanced at it and quickly realized: "There are all six-person rooms here, and the engineer's room should be upstairs."

Archer looked at her in surprise.

The stair door was locked. Asher Fujimaru pulled it but didn't open it, so he turned around and walked to the elevator entrance.

It was an old freight elevator with a large load-bearing capacity, but it made a jerky sound when going up and down the stairs, and the metal sections whined one by one, as if they could fall down at any time.

There are a total of five floors in the building, and it is not troublesome to search down from the top floor. After all, Asher Fujimaru noticed that the door of the room basically has name tags with the names of the residents inside.

As Archer, who has the ability to act alone, he can transform into a spiritual body at any time and arrive one step faster than Asher Fujimaru.

Asher Fujimaru stood alone in an empty elevator, surrounded by dirty metal plates, which vaguely reflected her own figure wearing a black down jacket and a light-colored scarf, a strange feeling as if she was being stared at by something. The feeling was like a light on her back.

Almost as soon as Asher Fujimaru's feet touched the ground on the fifth floor, Archer's emotionless voice sounded in her ears: "It's on this floor."

Asher Fujimaru tilted his head uncomfortably, but Archer continued: "Turn left, the fifth room to the north."

He paused briefly as he spoke: "...the door is not closed, so don't leave fingerprints."

"Is there someone inside?" Asher Fujimaru touched the dagger on his waist.

"I felt a strange aura...it didn't look like a 'person'." Archer corrected Asher Fujimaru, "It's just some kind of 'thing'."

...Isn’t this equivalent to you having already gone in and looked around? !

Asher Fujimaru sighed inwardly.

"Is it unfriendly?" she asked.

"Very unfriendly." Archer replied.

Asher Fujimaru stood at the door of the room Archer mentioned. The rough wooden door had the words 'Marvin Feinauer' written on it.

The entire corridor was astonishingly dark, with only a few corridor lights lighting up. There were doors on both sides of the narrow passage and not a single window. There were still some signs of water seepage on the ceiling, and the stains spread out one after another, as if flowers had bloomed on a large, stuffy coffin box.

Asher Fujimaru raised her hand and put it down again, "Is that... inside, Marvin?"

Archer looked directly behind the door, as if he could penetrate it and see the scene inside: "Maybe, maybe not."

*The heroic spirit can pass through walls while in the spiritual state, which can save mana consumption. If it cannot move freely, it will be distributed around the master like particles for the purpose of protection (it seems like this). However, the heroic spirit has a spiritual body There is no defense in the transformed state

*Friends who study in New York told me that they basically don’t dry clothes, they all use dryers (I be like: I’ve written it all, just treat it as a BUG,   and I will definitely arrange a dryer later)