- East Wind, come in.

A deaf voice belonged to an untidy man sitting in the dark in the corner of a room. There was no need to hide here and now, and even opportunities, but the thieves' habits of one of the heads of the criminal clan did not let him go even during the rest.

- Hello. Why did you call?

East Wind could afford some familiarity. His 257 level substantially exceeded the 195 level of his interlocutor, even though he occupied a higher place in the hierarchy of the clan. Although non-player characters do not operate with such concepts as “level”, the thief should have understood that the interlocutor is much more dangerous than him.

- This slut escaped!

- I can not imagine who you need to be, so that even whores run away from you.

- You all "hee hee" yes "ha ha." I'm not laughing.

The thief snapped, but did not dare to take up arms, wherever he hid it. The East Wind has never allowed itself to be careless and forget about such things.

- Explain plainly.

- Linari. We sent her to Sonar Son and she did not return. Already a week has passed, as the city observer saw her for the last time.

- She didn't run away. There's no place to run in that city. Around only scorpions. She either stayed there, or left with a caravan, or died in the desert. Have you set caravan surveillance?

East Wind was an experienced player and understood why she could stay there. Andorra as a magnet attracts various kinds of perverts. He has repeatedly seen naked bound women lying in a basement or in a closet serving to satisfy the kidnappers' lust. Linaria was familiar to him. Outwardly, she was very even nothing, he even fucked her a couple of times, without experiencing any special sensations at the same time. Such - the most tasty morsel for the maniac suffering from a spermotoxicosis. Confused explanations of the main thief interrupted his thoughts.

- Exposed. Neither in Agalor Sonya, nor in Arein, nor in the Docks have they seen it. Maybe she had a teleportation scroll, then you need to look in ...

- The caravan load checked?

- you what? Who will give us a check? There is security! You do not confuse us with customs!

Authority furiously sputtered saliva. East Wind winced. Usually he worked for serious people, but now he was asked to help this misunderstanding to get out of the problems. If it is rumored that this unfinished mafia can’t keep its sixes in check, a black stripe will begin in his life.

- Ok, I get it. Payment is normal, in fact finding. Do not try to chat about it.

East Wind turned to leave without saying goodbye.

- Give it back to me alive! And the whole! I need her.

- Of course.

East Wind responded without turning around. He did not see any interest in searching for women of small authorities. Only money made him do this work.The East Wind played the role of a detective for a long time, helping to find the missing children and catching criminals, until he found that working on virtual crime is much more profitable. He did not like to dig into other people's corpses, even if they were not real, but the money he received ensured his comfortable life in the real world.

In such cases, he was very much rescued by the spell, on which he spent a lot of time pumping and which he was justly proud of. It made it possible to determine the exact location of the character within a radius of as much as several hundred kilometers. Of course, there was a restriction, it was impossible to track down anyone, there were ways to hide from the search. To the convenience of the detective, it was for such situations that the organization stored the blood samples of all its members so that it was possible to find the missing person, or his remains, or the one in whose stomach they are stored.

The result was at least unusual. The coordinates were not determined, because the goal was split. The wind only knew that this could happen, but never came across it live. The detective remembered the legend of how a certain deity, suffering from loneliness, split into a male deity and a female deity, so that ... It was not the case that Linaria was not a deity. She would not have survived if she was divided into parts, so that the variant with earthworms would disappear. She could not give birth to a child during this time because she was not pregnant before the disappearance. Her blood could not be transfused to anyone, because in the virtual world of Andorra there is no blood transfusion and other manifestations of normal medicine. Is that someone took her blood and made with it a special amulet, but where in the provincial Sonar Son such a craftsman? One thing could be said for sure - the goal was alive, at least the one inside whom her blood was alive was. East Wind remembered how a couple of years ago he was decided by a vampire who sucked the blood of the person he was looking for. A very unpleasant find.

After a couple of hours, the detective was already standing in front of the city observer Sonar Son and his three subordinates. More precisely, her subordinates, the observer was a woman with a pair of clearly visible scars on her face. “Excellent,” thought East Wind, “at least some pleasure from the dull, boring task.”

- What is your name, observer?

- Grizma Copper, master.

- Grisma, I need to learn something from you.

- I'm listening to.

- Take your pants off.

- But ...

- Take off, I do not intend to joke today. Create the right environment for the conversation.

The thief reluctantly obeyed. Her subordinates stood side by side, depicting statues with all their might, absolutely not interested in the action that had opened. East Wind fell in behind and pulled the white panties off the woman. The thief stooped, leaning on the wall, realizing what would follow. The not-too-elegant butt was covered with scars, but this didn’t scare the detective. Squeezing partner's hips, he forcefully drove his dick into her anus. Grizma screamed and twitched, but could not escape from the strong hands of a high-level player. The wind pulled out a little member, then sharply thrust it even deeper. Then he did it again and again, until the sexual organ disappeared inside the woman, significantly extending her insides.

- So, I have one question - Where is Linaria?

The movements of the detective clearly caused discomfort to the woman. The level of her life began to slowly decline. The rapist did not even pay attention to the convulsive attempts to escape, undertaken by his partner.

- She disappeared.

- She disappeared! - detective mockingly recited - Is that all you want to tell me? You know, it seems to me that you like to work as a bum more than to lead people. I can arrange it, talk to the right people, they will find a way to earn you money.

The wind stretched out his hand and squeezed her left breast roughly. The life of a thief slipped by 50 points at once, so big was the difference between her endurance and the strength of a man.

- Do not! We make every effort to find it ...

“But you didn't find her.” Therefore, I am here to solve your problems, and I do not like when I have to help helpless suckers. Am I clearly expressed?

The wind pulled her hair, pulling the woman's head back.His hips more and more violently crashed into his partner's reddened seat, submitting to the growing excitement.

- Yes.

“Now you will tell me everything you know about Linaria, about this city and what she did here, where she went, with whom she spoke, what she bought and so on.” I do not want to hear that you do not remember something or do not know. Got it?

- Yes, master.

East Wind listened to the thief's confused tale, roughly having her in the anus. Due to the conventions of the game, it was safe and not as dirty as in real life. The detective believed that the subordinates, even if they were not yours, should be kept in check, not giving concessions, which he was doing now.

Despite the assurances of Grizma, she could not tell anything useful to the detective. Linaria just sent to steal everything that is bad and forgot about it. She was supposed to be in the city, with her level going through the desert - suicide. She could not have escaped with the caravan, nobody would have taken her, and it is difficult to hide among the cargo because of the vigilant guards. It was possible to return to the version about the player-maniac. We need to find the player who bought the house, most likely bought it recently. The player is a single man, age can be any. Most likely, such a player will choose 100% immersion, for the sake of full-blown sensations from sex. It is impossible to figure out the degree of immersion of a player with the help of abilities or some objects, but there are indirect ways. If you catch a player, then the protection against captivity will work, which any account has with an immersion of 90% or less, and fully immersed will remain in captivity, so that they would not do it.

Sensing the approach of an orgasm, the detective calmly said to Grizme:

“You haven't fully convinced me of your usefulness.” Get ready, I'll be back soon, then we'll talk about your future career as an anal porn actress.

Having finished, the East Wind took out his dignity from the woman’s greatly expanded anus and left, not paying attention to the others. A shout was heard from behind, the subordinates of the observer, like cockroaches, flew out of the room like a bullet, where the mad teacher, in all ways of the mother, lost the thief and scattered to the side. East Wind thought Linaria was lucky that she, as she was caught, would go straight to the boss, instead of staying here.

Merchants. Shopkeepers Beggars. Guardian. Townspeople. Smiles lavished lavishly, small coins left. Just a few hours of searching was enough to go to a certain Arintal Boring, a player who appeared in the city a couple of weeks ago and bought a separate mansion. He was also called Arintal Golodny and Arintal Glutton, pointing to his inhuman appetite. Maybe he has a whole harem there? - thought the wind. Even such an explanation with great difficulty satisfied the obviously exaggerated tales of the locals.

And here is the house. Normal in appearance, he did not stand out among the surrounding landscape. Usually, players, buying a virtual dwelling, which cost, like a real one, tend to equip their dream home to the best of their despondency. Arintal did nothing in that direction. The facade of the house was no different from the facades of the surrounding buildings, it did not seem that there was a special interior inside.

An experienced detective had no difficulty getting through the window of the second floor. The guards were completely ordinary, cheap traps and scattered here and there signaled monsters. There was no one in the pantry, neither in the closets, nor anywhere else. Going down to the basement, the Wind even thought that it was in vain that he climbed here, but Laze, who was discovered under the bed, persuaded him. The tunnel is long, someone dug very deep. East Wind was engulfed by curiosity. Something hides the one who is forced to hide so seriously? Of course, the game is full of secrets and riddles left by the developers, but the secrets of some players produced, as practice showed, a much bigger impression than quests about lost tombs and castles with curses.

The wind grabbed the stairs and began to descend.