Chapter 201 Clues from Ten Years Ago
Late by the canal of Nanwei City.
Milo was sitting on a stone pier along the street along the river, holding a slightly burnt roast chicken leg in his hand. While chewing the chicken, he stared at the faint candlelight on the bridge across the canal. .
"I'm starting to miss Kang's cooking. This is the crappiest chicken drumstick I've ever eaten."
Milo bought the stuff when he passed by a pub that was open at night.
Once you get busy, your eating habits become irregular. When you are overly hungry, you will no longer feel hungry after you get used to the feeling of fasting. Only when you smell the aroma of food will you realize that I haven’t eaten dinner yet. .
But in a place like a tavern, the food fed to a group of half-drunk drunkards does not need to be delicious at all. They have to vomit the contents of their stomachs in the middle of the night anyway. So the chicken leg in Milo's hand burned like a fire stick.
“Cherish it, people like us will never taste the taste of chicken legs in this life.”
Eric’s shadow appeared on the sidewalk, gesturing towards Milo language.
Milo noticed that the guy made a sighing gesture.
Because when they were buying something in the tavern, they saw a drunk Charles, the chief law enforcement officer of the West City Law Enforcement Station and Eric's brother, sitting in the corner.
He didn't notice Milo passing by.
Milo didn't take the initiative to say hello.
Now the whole Nanwei City thinks that the 7 people are dead. Charles is one of the few who knows the truth. He knows that his brother is missing, at least the body has not been found, and the funeral, Just a joke.
This is also the reason why Charles did not show up at the funeral.
As a member of the law enforcement team, he knew that this decision came from the top, but he could only obey because he really couldn't find any clues.
Otherwise, he would not seek help from Milo privately.
Essentially, he and old Theon are the same type of people. They both know that the funeral is a complete lie, but there is nothing they can do about it.
Milo didn't know what Eric felt about this.
In the tavern, Eric's shadow just stood quietly at his brother's table for ten minutes, and then disappeared.
Rumor has it that the two brothers are very at odds with each other in real life, and their relationship can even be described as bad.
But it turns out that blood ties can often bind something, even though the two people have opposite ideas.
……
But Eric didn’t seem too frustrated.
He even took the initiative to discuss the case with Milo:
"I just suddenly remembered something. Although I'm not sure whether it is directly related to this case..."
"Say." Milo threw the chicken leg bones into the canal and grabbed the chicken leg on the roadside. A handful of weed wiped the grease off his hands.
Eric seemed to hesitate for a long time before he made up his mind to tell Milo this:
“A long time ago, when I was still studying, about ten years ago, at that time Charles took over a case, and I accidentally saw his notes when I was looking through things at home. There was something drawn on it that was very similar to one of the exhibits in this case."
Milo immediately said. He took out the document from his pocket and pointed at the runes drawn by Henry on the document: "Is this one?"
Eric shook his head, and his shadow reached out and took out the simple sketch from the middle of the document. On it was the small "altar" made of woven branches that Milo found at the discovery site.
"Charles's drawing ability is terrible. I'm not sure if this is what he wanted to express in his notes at the time, but they are indeed very similar."
"Ten years ago?"
Milo squinted his eyes and looked at the sketch floating in front of his eyes.
To be honest, once a criminal case involves religious culture, there will be many evidences that cannot be analyzed by common sense, just like the bronzes in the previous Big Library incident.
Vendettas and murders of love are not difficult to detect. Cases of this type are often the most difficult to investigate, but crimes committed in passion. Religious rituals actually fall into the latter type, because it is impossible to investigate from the victim's interpersonal relationships. The reason why the victim becomes a victim is inherently random.
From the beginning of the hanging corpse case until now, no clues have been found in the corpse's antlers and the small altar. This is why.
“I know what you mean.”
Milo quickly stuffed the document back into the inner pocket of his windbreaker and hurried to the tavern just now.
...
…
When I saw Charles again, this guy was already like a puddle of mud.
It is now 4 o'clock in the morning. Under normal circumstances, drunkards are almost in this state by this point. Those who should vomit will become drunken and crazy, and those who should sleep will fall asleep hugging the street lamp.
Charles was not wearing a law enforcement uniform today, nor was he carrying a weapon.
When Milo returned to the tavern, he happened to see a man squatting next to Charles sneakily, pulling Charles' leather wallet out of his trouser pocket bit by bit.
The thief looked around cautiously while committing the crime.
So damn good, when he looked towards the door of the tavern, his eyes met Milo, who was dressed in black.
……
The scene was very embarrassing for a time.
The thief remained expressionless for a few seconds, then silently pushed the half-drawn wallet back into Charles's trouser pocket.
Then he looked back at Milo and made an ugly "spare my life" expression.
Milo didn't say anything. He took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist and shook them, staring at the other person with a smile on his face.
The next second, the thief ran away.
He did not rush towards the door of the tavern, but jumped out of the window next to him.
But Milo was not in a hurry to catch up. He calmly walked to the bar of the pub and rang the bell to wake up the bartender who was sleeping on it:
"Get me some water."
The confused bartender glanced at Milo and wandered towards the kitchen.
……
At this time, the thief’s scream came from outside the tavern:
"Wow! There's a ghost! There's a ghost, help! Ah~"
No one knew what was happening outside. They could only vaguely hear the screams of the thief when he was beaten, but because the people in the tavern were basically They were all in a state of fugue, and no one had the strength to climb out to see what was going on outside.
…
Milo gave Charles a glass of water.
He saw a small blackboard hanging on the wall of the tavern, so he stopped, picked up the chalk and left a suggestion on the blackboard - change the chef.
When he carried Charles and passed the door of the tavern, the thief was already tied to a pillar.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there were about a dozen wallets and wallets on the ground in front of him. It looked like he was supposed to have a good harvest tonight, but he was unlucky enough to meet Milo.
Milo glanced at Charles' shadow on the ground next to him and shrugged.
(End of this chapter)