A strange world

Chapter 923 Section 154. Crime Scene Investigation

Executive Andrea was not the only one unlucky.

City Guard Newman was equally unlucky - he had just started his 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.

When he came to the embassy with his assistants, the sight of being surrounded by guards and knights made Newman sarcastic: "When he was alive, he didn't care, but when he was dead, he came here to pretend to abide by his duties..."

"Whine less and work more."

A figure suddenly appeared in the shadow behind him. City Guard Newman quickly stood up straight: "Miss Janice!"

"Ma'am," 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 had no less responsibility than the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"Okay Ms. Janice, the night is really beautiful today, but it's still not as good as yours."

Janice pursed her lips and looked unsmiling: "Annan is still in the dungeon waiting to clear his name. Start your investigation."

"As commanded."

City Guard Newman and his assistant walked into the embassy. The bodies of the three envoys were still there.

City Health Officer Newman breathed a sigh of relief. It would be much easier to handle the matter if the body had not been removed.

"Has anyone 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...the servants called for people everywhere after discovering the body. The guards came and searched for 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, and the blood oozing from his chest dyed the red carpet a deep red that can only be found in low-quality red wine. His body was flabby, and there were no signs 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 most tragic way. He was also stabbed in the back, but he did not die immediately. The murderer did not stab 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 vague movement behind the door, and then a dull shout.

"Well, it seems the soundproofing of the embassy is excellent."

City Health Officer Newman opened the door and stood in front of the open window. The assistant handed him an oil lamp to check the window sill, and then 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 saying that, he glanced at Janice, and when she saw that she didn't speak, he continued 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 him a basin of water. While washing, he said: "Check the body. It can be seen that the killer's movements were very clean. They did nothing except kill people." …”

"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. There were at least two killers."

"You mean a professional assassin did it?"

"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?"

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 Health Officer Newman examined the bodies of Monson and Anok one after another and found that there were some skin injuries: "What are the injuries on their bodies?"

"The messenger caused outrage at the Moonlight Opera House this morning and got into a fight with a group of spectators."

"This will expand the scope of suspicion again..." City Guard Officer Newman sighed, stood up and said, "We'd better 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 tell me, I will mention your name in the report."

"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 Officer Newman said vaguely, ignoring Janice's deepening frown, "I can't explain it too clearly. In short, if he comes, the assassin will probably be found. "

"Then what are you waiting for? Where is he?"

"At this time, you should be drunk in the pub..."

…

boom--

The door of the tavern was pushed open hard, and the cold autumn wind rushed in. The oil lamp hanging on the beam swayed, making the tavern flicker, and several women's screams were heard.

Thinking that he was blown away by the wind, the waiter came over and looked up, and saw a group of cold soldiers in black armor blocking the door.

The waiter hurriedly stepped aside and let the black-armored soldiers step in heavily on the floor.

The guests who were talking in low voices, making loud noises, and teasing the girls were all silent, and only an old man with rosacea sitting at the bar did not show any fear.

"What? After so long, your master is still unwilling?"

The team of black-armored soldiers stepped aside, revealing the city guard officer Newman behind them.

"Barron, there is work."

"Newman..." The old man named Barron stretched his neck forward, squinting his eyes to identify for a long time, "Oh, it's you, what trouble have you caused again?"

"When have I ever caused trouble? It's always trouble that troubles me..." Newman took the opportunity to complain.

Janice stood up and said, "Someone died, we need you to find the murderer."

"Why are you looking for me? I'm not a city guard."

Janice thought the old man with rosacea was bargaining: "You are now."

"I don't care, just buy me a few bottles of wine as a reward."

"Wine?"

"I need wine to open my mind."

Janice frowned again, and the city guard Newman coughed lightly: "Barron is like this, wine is like magic to him."

Janice didn't care about this, she just wanted Annan to come out as soon as possible:

"Take the best ten bottles of wine you have."

"Oh!" Barron's eyes lit up, "It seems that the person who died is a big shot."