Chapter 924 155. Murderer
City Guard Newman told Barron the case on his way back to the embassy.
"So you think the murderer is closely related to the nobleman named Annan?"
"I advise you to think carefully before speaking." Janice said coldly.
"Uh... Mr. Annan is a good man. He helped people in the bottom nest get out of trouble before." Newman, the city guard, knew that Janice had a special love for Annan and reminded Barron not to talk nonsense. .
"There are such nobles? I don't believe it." The old man with rosacea muttered.
They returned to the embassy. Barron glanced at the scene and said: "The killer either has a deep hatred or is very confident."
"How can you tell?" Janice asked quickly.
"Normal people dare to kill the special envoy in Montreal Mountain?"
Barron walked into the room and saw that the deceased's clothes were stripped open, and he raised his eyelids.
"What I did, their wounds were different, I inferred that there were more than two killers." City Health Officer Newman said.
"Superficial, if I kill people with my left and right hands, wouldn't you recognize it?" Barron didn't give any face to his former boss. He walked to Monzon's body and stretched out his slightly trembling hand. hand.
"Oh, my hands are shaking all the time..."
He stepped back again.
"Do you need treatment?" Janice asked.
"Treatment? That's right..." Barron took over the wine bottle handed over by Newman, took off the cork and took a sip: "There is no antidote better than this in the world!"
< br>After tasting the wine, Barron's hand was very steady. After checking Monzon and the room, he went to the next bedroom again.
“Tsk, the murderer of such a pretty little girl is really cold-blooded.” Barron looked at the body of Cynthia who could be his daughter and shook his head.
After checking Anoke for the last time, Barron, whose hands were covered with blood, grabbed another bottle and took a sip. Janice burped full of alcohol in her disgusted expression: "There is only one murderer, height About 6~6.3 feet."
"How do you know?" Janice said.
"Look at the location of the wound." Barron shook his hand and pretended to hold a dagger. "The cuts above their wounds are deeper, indicating that the murderer is taller than them."
"If it is a person, why is the weapon Different?”
“It’s just a change of weapon.” Barron pointed to Monson’s room: “The murderer first climbed in through the window and killed the fat noble, then got into the little girl’s room and used a fine knife. He killed her with the sword, then switched to the dagger to kill the young man, but the young man was very smart and deceived the murderer by pretending to be dead, but he still didn't survive."
It's similar to Newman's reasoning, except that he didn't survive. More details.
"Besides height, are there any clues?" Janice asked, she began to believe that this old man with rosacea could solve the case.
One of the reasons why Imperial people are known as barbarians is that 6 feet is almost considered an average height in the Empire. The scope drawn by Barron did not narrow down much-at most, it was ruled out that Annan himself did it.
"Hiccup...the murderer is not professional at all. Look at these footprints, he is afraid that they will not be seen." Barron said, pointing to the muddy footprints on the window sill and the tread marks on the carpet beside the window sill.
“So the possibility of a vendetta is greater?”
“Didn’t I say, except for hatred, who would assassinate an envoy on Mount Montreal.” Barron opened another bottle of wine, red The tip of the nose tends to spread towards the face.
"You'd better find out who hates him so much."
"Any other clues?"
Just as Barron was about to speak, there was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor.
"Huh? Why did he come?" City Guardsman Newman asked in surprise.
"Hiccup...who is it?" Barron looked at the blurry figure in the distance with drunken eyes.
"Annan Reeves."
"I don't know."
"Ruth, whom you regard as his daughter, is his woman."
"Jack!" Barron suddenly sobered up. On the other side, Annan looked at the female official who was coming and asked tentatively: "Sister Janice?"
Annan still remembers the etiquette of this person who helped him in the championship game. Ministry officials.
Janice seemed to be ten years younger, and her face, which had always been criticized by her colleagues, was now full of smiles: "Brother Annan, it's great to see you are okay."
"The misunderstanding has been resolved."
Annan smiled and looked at the two people in the distance. A young official and an old man with rosacea looked at each other like an old father... Well, I must have seen it wrong. It should be the way he looked at the suspect.
“I brought the mage, and he will help you investigate the case.” Oulin, who was wearing knight armor next to her, spoke out.
Following them was a mage holding a human skull.
"That's great." Janice knew Olin and said respectfully, leading them towards the scene.
This is the first time Annan has participated in the investigation of a murder case. Seeing Monzon's body was actually more complicated than pleasant -
After all, they had been watching a movie in the theater earlier and got to know each other, and everyone was very happy at that time.
Now, Monzon is dead in the chair, his skin has turned leaden gray, his clothes have been taken off, and he doesn’t look like a nobleman at all.
"Have you moved the body?" Annan asked.
These words made City Guard Officer Newman look askance: "No, just checking the wound."
"What's the progress?" Olin asked next.
"Currently, the murderer is 6 to 6.3 feet tall, and he probably has a grudge against the special envoy."
Olin nodded: "Then prepare to cast the spell."
The others looked familiar and made room for the mage holding the skull. Annan stood in the corner where the mirror was placed and asked in a low voice: "How to cast a spell?"
"Resurrect them and ask again."
"...So magical?"
Then why bother investigating the murder scene?
Olin said that their souls have dissipated, and even if they are resurrected, they are just empty shells, so they use the remaining memories and instincts of their bodies to recreate the scene before death.
But no matter what, it's still magic.
Just like a necromancer holding the head of a loved one, he comes to the corpse and releases an improved version of the magic of resurrection of the dead.
The corpse with its head hanging down suddenly trembled and slowly raised its head.
As he cast the spell, the gray Monzon began to repeat his behavior during his lifetime: the gray deceased was sitting in a chair, as if holding a book in his hand, turning the pages stiffly. This scene was strange and grotesque.
Seemingly after looking at it for too long, Mengsong raised his head in a relaxed manner and looked right at the corner where Annan was.
Annan felt guilty for no reason, while Janice touched her arm and suddenly felt a little cold.
The drunken Barron suddenly exclaimed: "The deceased knew the murderer?"
Janice asked: "How can you tell?"
"Hiccup... there is a mirror here, he just saw it from The mirror glanced at the window. "
Annan stared at Monzon's body. It had already retracted its gaze, followed by a sudden assassination, repeated the death process, lowered its head, and stopped moving.
City Guard Newman thought thoughtfully: "What situation would make the deceased not surprised when he sees a familiar person coming through the window?"
Those present thought of the answer almost instantly.
Olin ordered: "Move the city guards to surround the legion camp of the Kingdom of Rekaner. No one can enter or leave!"
(End of this chapter)