Chapter 923 154. Crime Scene Investigation
Executive Andrea is not the only one who is unlucky.
City Guard Newman was equally unlucky - he had just taken the shift and encountered this incident tonight, but the murder occurred at the time of the previous shift of City Guard.
He had to be responsible for investigating the murder of the special envoy, which had no profit and only trouble.
He came to the embassy with his assistants, and the scene surrounded by guards and knights made Newman sarcastic: "When you are alive, you don't care, but when you are dead, you come here to pretend to abide by your duties..."
"Stop complaining and work more."
A figure suddenly appeared in the shadows behind you. City Guard Newman quickly stood up straight: "Miss Janice!"
"Ms. ." Janice corrected.
She is the etiquette officer responsible for following up on the case. In letting the envoy die on Mont Montreal, the Ministry of Ceremonies was no less responsible than the Ministry of Military Affairs.
“Okay Ms. Janice, the night is really beautiful today, but it’s still not as good as you.”
Janice pursed her lips and looked unsmiling: "Annan is still in the dungeon waiting to clear his name, start your investigation."
"As ordered."
City Guard Newman and his assistant Entering the embassy, the bodies of the three envoys were still where they were.
City Guard Newman breathed a sigh of relief, it would be much easier to handle since the body had not been removed.
“Who has come in?”
City Guardsman Newman asked the guard, staring at the red carpet in the corridor. The carpet was stained with a lot of dirt and had deep trampling marks, as if a cavalry had passed by.
"Many... servants called for people everywhere after discovering the body. The guards came to search the chest, and many officials came..."
"Where is the deceased?"
"No one has touched it."
This is the only good news. As for the destroyed scene... there was nothing I could do. When Newman told them about fingerprints, bloodstains, and scars, they would only show a clear and stupid expression and ask: When did you learn magic?
Monzon died in the chair. The blood oozing from his chest dyed the red carpet a red color that can only be found in inferior red wine. His body was flabby and there was no sign of struggle. It seemed that he was killed in one blow.
Cynthia next door fell in the closet, with some women's dresses scattered around. It seemed that she was choosing clothes to wear for the dinner. The wound was on her back, and she was also killed with a single blow.
Arnock, who was farthest away, died in the worst way. He was also stabbed in the back, but he did not die immediately. The murderer did not kill him for some reason, and allowed him to crawl from the bathroom to the door, but he still died from excessive blood loss, leaving bloody fingerprints of struggling on the door.
City Guard Newman looked at the distance from the bathroom to the door and the blood stains, and frowned: "Are you sure the servant said he didn't hear any sounds?"
"Yes." The assistant replied .
"Old rules."
City Guard Newman said and stood outside the door. As soon as Janice followed him out, she saw him closing the door and looking like he was listening.
There was nothing at first. After a few seconds, there was a faint movement behind the door, and then a dull shout.
"Well, it seems that the sound insulation of the embassy is very good."
City Guard Newman opened the door and stood in front of the open window. As a result, the assistant handed over the oil lamp to check the window sill, and then I checked the other two rooms one after another.
"The assassin came in through the window. This is a clue. Ask the nearby residents if anyone saw anything in the evening."
After that, he looked at Janice and saw that she didn't speak. Continue to examine the deceased.
He squatted next to Cynthia and began to take off her clothes.
"What are you doing?" Janice frowned.
City Guard Newman stopped after scratching the wound on his back and asked his assistant to bring a basin of water. While washing, he said: "Check the body. It can be seen that the killer's movements were very clean. In addition to killing people, , they did nothing..."
"Them?"
City Guard Newman stood up, took the handkerchief and wiped his hands: "The wounds of the three deceased were different. The girl was killed with a thin sword. At least two A killer."
"You mean it was done by professional assassins?" "Unprofessional people don't have the guts to assassinate special envoys in the embassy. Do you think there are too few heads on the wall of bones?"
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The Empire has an ancient tradition of casting the heads of its enemies into city walls.
"So Annan has no responsibility?" Janice mentioned Annan for the second time.
“Not sure yet.”
City Guard Newman examined the bodies of Monson and Anok one after another and found some skin injuries: “What are the injuries on their bodies? ?”
“The messenger caused public outrage at the Moonlight Opera House and got into a fight with a group of spectators.”
“This will expand the scope of suspicion...” City Guardsman. Newman sighed, stood up and said, "It's better to invite the mages to come over."
"You can't help it?"
Janice suddenly noticed the flash of hesitation on Newman's face and said proactively: "Just say it, I will mention your name in the report."
< br>"Well, I know a person who was also a city guard, but he has been fired."
"Why?"
"Because of this and that reason... ..." City Guard Newman said vaguely, ignoring Janice's deepening frown, "I can't tell clearly. In short, if he comes, the assassin will probably be found."
"Then what are you waiting for? Where is he?"
"At this time, he should be drunk in the pub..."
...
Bang——
The door of the tavern was pushed open hard, and the cold autumn wind poured in. The oil lamp hanging on the beam swayed, making the tavern flicker, and several women's screams were heard.
The guy who thought it was blown away by the wind approached him, raised his head, and saw a group of cold soldiers in black armor blocking the door.
The man hurriedly stepped aside and allowed the black-armored soldier to step heavily on the floor.
The guests who were chatting in low voices, making loud noises, and teasing the girls were all silent. Only an old man with rosacea sitting in front of the bar showed no fear.
"What? It's been so long, and your master still isn't willing to give in?"
The group of black-armored soldiers moved aside, revealing the city guard Newman behind them.
"Barron, we have a job."
"Newman..." The old man named Barron stretched his neck and squinted his eyes for a long time to identify, "Oh, it's you, what trouble have you caused again? ?”
“When have I ever been in trouble? It’s always trouble that comes to me…” Newman took the opportunity to complain.
Janice stood up and said: "Someone died, and we need you to find the murderer."
"Why are you looking for me? I am not a city guard."
The words of the old man with rosacea were taken by Janice as bargaining: "You are now."
"I don't care, just buy me a few bottles of wine as payment."
"Wine ?”
“I need wine to open my mind.”
Janice frowned again, and City Guard Newman coughed lightly: “Barron is like this, wine. It’s like a mage’s magic to him.”
Janice didn't care about this, she just wanted Annan to come out as soon as possible:
"Get the ten best bottles of wine you have here."
"Oh!" Barron's eyes lit up, "It seems that the person who died is a big shot."
(End of this chapter)