Chapter 10 The person who hunted is you

"Don't move."

After this, Amy raised her eyes and saw a familiar face through the reflection of the bakery window glass.

The two shadows were very close to each other, and obviously he also saw Amy.

"Amy?"

The voice of surprise fell in Amy's ear.

The gun against Amy's back waist was put down, and her arms were held with great strength. Amy was forced to turn around.

"Why did you run out in the middle of the night?" Sig looked at her a few times, his eyes fell on her men's clothes, and smiled, "Are you still dressed like this?"

The moment Amy saw Sig, the cold fear disappeared.

She raised her face and looked proud: "Let me see Amy, who also wears trousers in winter."

"Well, our Amy is really awesome..." Sig looked at her without blinking for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He asked with an expressionless face, "Then why is Amy in pants here?"

Amy couldn't answer.

It can't be said that Amy wearing pants has been chased by you for dozens of streets.

I was almost scared to death by your witch hunter with a gun.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Sig raised his hand to touch her nose and gently.

Amy pushed him away as she did when she was a child.

"My nose is going to collapse." Amy rubbed the tip of her frozen nose.

"It's not high either." Sig laughed again.

Sig didn't ask why she appeared in this place anymore, but just asked her to wait here for a while.

Amy watched Sig enter the bakery.

She stood alone in front of the window outside the store, looking at the warm light of the store, Sig pointed to the rye toast to the clerk.

The bakery clerk took a sharp knife and cut the black skin of the bread. As the knife was pressed down, the wheat bran and residue fell into the plate.

A thick piece was cut off.

It's as easy as witch G cutting the man's head.

Amy suddenly remembered what the teacher had said in grammar class.

[The north wind cuts into the wilderness like a knife. Life doesn't have to be so hard.]

After reading the witch's life, I realized that her difficult life had just begun.

Amy stood on the corner of the street, blowing cold wind, sighing, and a voice came from behind her.

"Amy's sister?"

"Are you?"

Amy turned around and saw a boy about the same age as her staring at her, holding a black gun in his hand and holding a hound.

He winked at Amy, showed a friendly smile, and introduced himself.

"I'm Darren." He said.

Darren of Manchester County.

She killed her fiance halfway but had never met him.

Unfortunately, I didn't wait to put on the skirt at the breakup party with this fiance before I saw him.

Amy smiled politely and said stiffly, "Hello, Darren. Nice to meet you."

Backing back, Amy leaned against the glass window behind him, and Darren moved forward doubtfully.

Afraid that Darren would have a kiss like everyone else, Amy wanted to send a signal to Sig, who was still picking bread.

She turned around and faced the glass window.

The bad thing is that Sig is still picking the damn bread with his back to her.

Darren behind him said to himself, "I thought you were a... Cheerful girl, sister Amy, don't be shy. I'm not a bad person.

"Sister Amy, turn around. It's rare to see." Darren called her again.

Amy turned back, looked at Darren vigintly, and casually looked for a topic.

"Daren, you, how did you recognize me? Before we... I haven't seen it."

"Well, I haven't seen it before, but I went to your college last month."

As Darren approached, the hound in his hand gritted his teeth at Amy.

Amy glanced at the dog and continued to ask, "Did you come to the college to see me?"

Darren coughed softly and said euphemistically, "Maybe Amy's sister taught her male classmates too fascinated. She didn't hear me calling you, and then it was time for class... Your class is long enough.

There were so many male classmates who had been taught by Amy that she couldn't remember who they were for a moment.

She has always been like this in college, and she refuses to suffer at all. As long as she can't see it, she has to take care of it.

If you can't control it, ask Sige to help her.

Darren repeatedly asked when Amy arrived in Manchester, why she was in Manchester, where she usually lived, and why she appeared on this street.

Amy answered carefully until the last question.

"Amy, it's so late. It's not safe to be alone. The witch G we hunted today has just cut off the head of an innocent victim. It's really terrible."

Darren described the experience of the innocent victim's murder, vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

From this poor man who was poor and penniless, the witch refused to let him go, and then the man was usually used to being righteous and brave, and he also identified many evil witches.

Amy muttered, "Yes, it's terrible, really terrible, Darren."

"Reay, so you girls should be careful not to go out at night." Darren's thoughtful advice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hounds beside him began to bark at Amy.

Amy suspected that the dog might have smelled herself on the spot and recognized her.

Darren tightened the rope holding the hound: "I'm sorry, it's not like this at ordinary times. It's very good..."

The dog barked even harder.

Amy felt that it was going to pounce on her the next moment.

"Darren, can you take your dog--"

With a click, the sound of a gun loaded came from Amy's ear.

A silver shotgun passed through Amy's sight and moved forward at the barking hound.

After a moment of stalemate, the hound closed its mouth and lay on the ground to quiet down.

"Darren, take your dog back. Amy is scared."

The two had met in the witch hunt before, and Darren recognized Sige almost immediately. He was shocked and immediately did so.

The retreat is two meters away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Seiger, I didn't know that Amy's sister was afraid of dogs."

Darren apologized repeatedly, and Sig put away his gun, signaling him not to be nervous.

"You'll know when you get along with Amy for a few days. By the way, why are you here alone so late?" Sig asked.

"Uncles went to chase Witch G, and I didn't keep up." Darren was stunned, and his expression was as if a sheriff who was she who was sure to patrol at night was questioned why he wanted to patrol at night.

"It's not safe to be alone outside." Sig said, "You just said, where did your uncles go?"

"Go to chase the witch G..." Darren finally understood Sig's meaning and reacted, "I'm going to find them."

He glanced at Amy, who was hiding behind Sig, and said goodbye reluctantly: "Goodbye, Mr. Sig, goodbye, sister Amy."

After Darren left, Sieg returned to the bakery, took the wrapped bread and handed it to Amy.

The weight is not light, and there should be more than a dozen.

He called a public carriage, reported the address on Champagne Street, and helped Amy into the car.

On the carriage, Amy held the bag of bread and tasted everything. When it tasted good, she tore it off and fed it to Sig, who was sitting opposite her.

After eating the bottom layer, I felt the cold and hard rye toast.

Amy didn't move, left it at the bottom, and concentrated on eating other kinds.

"Sig," she bit the bread and asked ambiguously, "Did I affect your hunting?"

"No, it's a temporary joint hunt. I was just called to help." Sige explained.

"Oh," Amy ate the soft and sweet bread, and the tight strings suddenly loosened. He asked casually, "Have you hunted anything?"

"Yes," in the dark carriage, Sig looked at Amy, "You."