Chapter 478: Chapter 479 Knowing There is a Tiger on the Mountain_1
"You find that there’s a murderer living in this house and you just keep wandering around here as if nothing’s happened?" Aiden stared at the beggar and asked.
The beggar, thinking that there was a vicious criminal in the house who killed people in the basement to feed his dogs, still begged in this area, which was somewhat unbelievable.
"Hah, this turf was not easy to snatch up, how can I just give it up? Without this spot, I’ll starve to death. I only beg here during the bright daylight, I don’t believe he’d dare to kidnap someone in broad daylight!" the beggar said defiantly.
"But for such a serious matter, didn’t you go to the police?" Aiden looked at the beggar and asked.
"I was breaking into someone’s lock to steal stuff at the time, so me, go to the police?" The beggar’s eyes widened as if Aiden was the one speaking nonsense, "The cops would lock me up and then dump me in a shelter out in the suburbs!"
This person was the type who would choose to "preserve oneself at a critical moment". Aiden roughly got an impression of him.
"Alright then." Aiden tentatively accepted the other’s explanation and handed over the money.
After taking the money, the beggar continued to complain, "And besides, do the police around here really treat us as human? So many people have disappeared from the park recently. Do the cops care? Damn it! It might really be like the Resurrection Society claims, that it’s the police or some organization kidnapping refugees and secretly disposing of them!"
"People have disappeared?" Aiden feigned ignorance and asked, "And what is this Resurrection Society?."
He knew about the refugee disappearances and the Resurrection Society, but since the other party brought it up, it wouldn’t hurt to get some information from another perspective.
"Will you pay if I answer you?" the beggar looked over.
"No, just asking casually. If we have to pay for chatting about anything, then there’s not much point in talking," Aiden waved his hand.
"Never mind, it won’t hurt to tell you." The beggar gave up the idea of asking for more money, "Recently, the number of people living in the park... has been decreasing. Many go out during the day and don’t come back at night... no, they never come back. Their stuff in the shanties isn’t touched, so they definitely haven’t moved. Now, come evening, we check the shanties to see who hasn’t returned, and then we divide up all their belongings. But this is definitely not a good thing; we all think it must be traffickers! And not just any kind, but the kind that sells people in bulk. But the real powerhouse behind it is definitely more powerful than the gangs. The cops aren’t investigating at all, and the local government has suppressed the news, it’s all very fishy! Then out of nowhere, this Resurrection Society pops up, preaching that the government is behind it all and calling for everyone to oppose the government..."
"What do you think, have you joined the Resurrection Society?" Aiden asked.
"Isn’t that the Resurrection Church that Southerners believe in? Hmph, not interested." The beggar showed a contemptuous expression.
In Dilong, the country of a single race, internal regional and ethnic differences are significant. The religious group that Mr. Bloodstained is currently handling seems to wave the banner of some religion from the southern countries. Clearly, although the beggar was also Dilongese, he did not belong to that region, so he was not immediately interested in this religion.
These refugees, who are disconnected from their homeland, lack a sense of belonging to their country, and they lack a sense of recognition towards "compatriots" from a different region or ethnicity within the same country, making it nearly impossible for such a country to unite in times of crisis.
"Alright, is that all you know?" Aiden was ready to end the conversation.
"Well..." the beggar stroked his chin in thought, but Aiden noticed that his gaze was wandering up and down over him.
"If you have nothing, then don’t rack your brains to make something up, goodbye." Aiden faintly sensed that this beggar was plotting something else.
"Wait... hold on!" The beggar hurriedly called out to him, "I remember now! There were others who also saw that man who lived in this house!"
"Oh?" Aiden listened on with provisional patience.
"Over there, in that square, some people beg just like me; we have different turfs, but all of us have encampments in the south of the park. Some of them boasted to me that sometimes they encounter a middle-aged man who looks like a cultured man with a big dog, very tall and thin. According to this description, it’s the person who lives in this house." The beggar continued, "They also said this man is very generous... ha, a bunch of idiots, all tricked!"
"Is that it?" Aiden asked.
"There’s more, it seems, he came to the south of the park!" The beggar added.
"What do you mean?" Aiden frowned.
"Now, the south of the park is taken over by us as a refugee camp. The locals here generally won’t come near, they disdain us for being dirty, chaotic, and think of us as criminals... sigh..." The beggar said as he scratched his neck.
Aiden thought to himself that of course not all of these refugees could actually be criminals, but it was a fact that in places like slums and refugee camps, law and order tended to be worse. The lack of material conditions, overly dense population, and limited police resources... these all could become hotbeds for crime. About one-third of the locals in Rose Iron Prison originally came from the relatively poor old town area, and most of the incidents related to these prisoners also occurred there.
"But that man did come, seemed to have asked some people about something, and threw around some money, I don’t know exactly what for. I wasn’t there at that time... but I have an acquaintance who was there, shall I take you to ask him?"
"Where is he?" Aiden casually continued to ask.
"That person collects trash in the city during the day and only returns at night. How about this, come to the south of the park at seven... no, eight o’clock! There’s a stone statue, I’ll take you there?" The beggar smiled ingratiatingly.
"That’s suspicious as hell." The previously silent Goddess of Vengeance suddenly remarked, "This guy has some tricky scheme in mind."
Aiden thought the same. After dealing with various types of criminals, he had developed a kind of professional intuition. Although not enough to judge a person as good or bad with near certainty, he could still smell a rat when facing ordinary people with average anti-surveillance abilities.
However, after brief consideration, Aiden didn’t choose to refuse: "Okay."
"You must come, I’ll be waiting for you!" The beggar bowed and nodded, watching Aiden turn around and leave.
As Aiden turned away, the Goddess of Vengeance voiced her concerns, "That’s quite surprising. Aren’t you afraid this is a trap related to the Resurrection Society?"
"I’ve considered the risks, we must be cautious. Only Mister Blood Robe, with your call for vengeance, do we have a safety net. We can deal with the small fries." Aiden replied nonchalantly, "If the trap is worth it, then giving it a try wouldn’t hurt, after all, just agreeing for now."
