Chapter 512 Case Investigation
Although he had been cleared of suspicion, the culprit had not yet been found, and Duanmuhuai naturally began the most normal process of detective work - investigating the murder scene.
Returning to the smoking room again, Williams' body was still facing the ground, lying in the center of the mysterious magic circle. Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but tremble.
Following Duanmuhuai this time were Williams' bodyguard Dot, doctor Rose and a girl from the Master's College, Alita. They came with Duanmuhuai as representatives, and they could be regarded as monitoring each other. witness. As for the others, they were locked in the observation deck and guarded by Lorena herself.
Duanmu Huai naturally has great trust in Lorena's fighting power. In fact, he arranged for Lorena to be the guard for the purpose of fishing. If the idiot murderer thinks that Lorena is easy to deal with and plans to attack her, then Duanmu Huai I believe that Lorena will let him taste the weight of the holy book in her hand.
"How long have you been his bodyguard?"
Duanmuhuai asked while staring at the corpse in front of him, while Dot was stunned for a moment, and then answered.
"It hasn't been long, in fact, he just hired me not long ago. So, I'm afraid I don't know any more than you do."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Duanmuhuai turned to Dot. He originally thought that the other person was Williams' personal bodyguard or something, but now it seems that this is not the case?
"Why did he hire you?"
"I'm not very clear about this either."
Dot sighed.
"He just said that his past has been bothering him, and there are hidden dark threats and so on... In fact, you have also seen it. Since boarding the airship, he has been shutting himself in the cabin, except for me. He won't answer anyone who knocks on the door, and I don't understand why he left the cabin and came here."
"Maybe he is addicted to smoking and can't help but want to smoke a cigarette?"
"I don't think so, he doesn't smoke. He has asthma and that's one of the reasons he hired me, he needed someone who was a total non-smoker."
"So he had no reason to come to the smoking room."
"Yes."
Speaking of this, Dot seemed to have thought of something.
"By the way, he has a diary. He is always writing in it. I remember he once said that a certain cult needed his blood to achieve a dark purpose. He told me that the reason why he chose to escape and hide was to To prevent an unspeakable terror from being released into the world."
"But even now, I haven't seen anything terrifying enough to destroy the world... Can you let me see that diary?"
"I think it's okay, let me look for it."
After saying this, Dot turned and left, while Duanmuhuai stepped forward, grabbed Williams by the collar, and lifted his body like a cat. Under Duanmuhuai's observation, , you can clearly see that his throat was cut with a large gash, and black blood flowed out like thick oil and dripped to the ground.
Hmm...Okay, I understand, there is only one truth, the prisoner is the US military.
"…………Sorry, what did you say?"
"It's nothing, I just want to say it."
Duanmuhuai curled his lips, then glanced at the ground coldly. Maybe others didn't notice it, but in fact when Duanmu Huai entered the warehouse, he did feel a dark, cold and ominous atmosphere. However, this is of no use. Although I don’t know what the idiot cultist wants to do, when Duanmu Huai came in, his magic had been lifted by Duanmu Huai at a glance. What is here now is just a very ordinary post-modern abstraction. It's just an art magic circle pattern.
In fact, not only the magic circle, but the entire room was covered in runes drawn with blood. No wonder no one else dared to come in.
"How much blood do you think this took?"
Duanmuhuai looked at Dr. Rose and asked, while Dr. Rose frowned and looked at the blood symbols in the cabin with an expression of disgust.
"Frankly speaking, I don't know, one liter? Two liters? I must remind you that the descriptions in movies and TV are not correct. Even if an average person's neck is cut, such a large amount of blood will not flow out in a short period of time, let alone Needless to say, this man’s blood is very sticky…………”
"It does make sense."
Duanmuhuai nodded, but at this moment...
"Meow!"
The black cat that was originally lying on Duanmuhuai's shoulder seemed to have discovered something. It barked softly, then jumped up from Duanmuhuai's shoulder, landed lightly on the corpse, and then circled half a circle around the neck of the corpse. , pressed his paw against Duanmuhuai. Duanmuhuai also stuck out his head and looked in the direction indicated by the black cat. Then he saw a small burn mark on the neck and collar of the deceased, with ashes stained on it.
Duanmu Huai stretched out his finger, lightly rubbed it on the ashes, and then put it in front of his nose. Soon, a bitter tobacco smell came.
At this moment, Duanmu Huai's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance. The world in front of him suddenly became distorted and skewed. Immediately afterwards, Duanmuhuai felt that his vision seemed to have changed - he changed from standing to lying on the ground, as if he was the corpse, breathing heavily at the moment. However, No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't breathe any air, and could only feel the blood flowing out of his neck in despair.
In front of him, stood a vague black figure. He could only see a few sparks in the other person's hand. Then the black figure raised the sparks, and then Duanmuhuai felt a burst of energy from his neck. The burning pain - and then everything returned to normal.
Duanmu Huai came back to his senses, frowned, and stared at the traces in front of him.
What was that just now?
Could it be that he has awakened a new ability?
He glanced at the system, but the system was just like the corpse in front of him, cold, silent, and speechless.
He must be really dead.
Duanmuhuai shook his head, retracted his thoughts, and looked at the corpse in front of him again.
If the vision he just saw is correct, it means that Williams was killed by the prisoner. The latter stood in front of Williams' body, looked at his death, then raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, followed by the ashes Did it fall and get on the back of Williams' neck?
Well, the prisoner is a man, and a smoking man.
The scope of suspicion was further narrowed, because according to previous confessions, around five o'clock, the captain, the navigator, and Arthur had gathered together to smoke, indicating that these three people were smokers. As for the other two male students from the Master's College Duanmuhuai didn't know whether he smoked or not.
What Dot said also reminded Duanmu Huai that the victim suffered from asthma and could not smell smoke at all, so he hired Dot, a woman, instead of other male bodyguards. Similarly, one of the reasons why one locks himself in a room and does not come out is probably because he is afraid that smelling smoke from other people will trigger asthma.
Then the problem arises. The other party is a man who smokes, and the location is in the smoking room. In other words, this should be a place where the victim is not willing to come even if he dies.
But the fact is that he came and he died.
Well…………
"The diary is here."
While Duanmuhuai was thinking, Dot also came back and brought Duanmuhuai a diary.
"I found this under his pillow."
"Well, let me take a look."
Taking the diary, Duanmu Huai opened it - as we all know, normal people don't write diaries, so conversely, those who write diaries must not be normal people.
In fact, this is also true.
This diary spans a long time, but luckily Duanmu Huai flipped through it and it didn't take much time, but he quickly figured out the contents of the diary.
To put it simply, Williams was originally a simple second-generation rich man with money, status, property, and everything. So after being introduced, he joined a small private club in high society. Such private clubs were common in upper class society, and Williams had no suspicion at first.
However, the longer he stayed with that organization and the deeper he got, the more Williams felt that there was something a little abnormal about the organization. To be honest, a group of second-generation rich people got together to drink, open bank accounts, ride horses, and have fun. Playing golf is considered a normal social activity.
But when they dressed up like wizards in black cloaks and sacrificed deer heads to the statue of an unspeakable monster, any normal person could tell that this was definitely not a normal social behavior.
So Williams gave up and wanted to leave the club, but the other party was unwilling to let him go. Someone was even sent to assassinate him once, but Williams narrowly escaped and then fled directly to other places. However, all this was not over. Not long ago, Williams learned that this group of people wanted to hold a horrific ritual again and use his blood to summon 'monsters', so he decisively decided to escape...
Oh... Such a good commission...
Seeing this, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh. This was clearly a commission prepared for him. If only Williams had seen his own advertisement, he wouldn't have died so miserably. It's a pity... It's too late to say anything now. .
So obviously, judging from the content in the diary, the murderer who killed Williams and performed the ritual here should be a member of that cult organization, and the name of that cult organization... well, it's strange to say that It's not unfamiliar, and it's not even familiar.
After all, Duanmu Huai had just finished dealing with them just a few days ago.
That's right, it's Silver Dusk Cabin again.
How come these damn bastards are as pervasive as cockroaches?
Duanmuhuai sighed silently and closed his diary.
"Okay, the search here has been completed, let's go look elsewhere."
(End of chapter)