A strange world

Chapter 924 Chapter 155. Murderer

City health officer Newman told Barron the case on his way back to the embassy.

"Do 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.

"Dare any normal person kill the special envoy on Montreal Mountain?"

Barron walked into the room and raised his eyelids when he saw the deceased's clothes being taken off.

"What I did, their wounds were different, I inferred that there were more than two killers." City Health Officer Newman said.

"It's superficial. If I kill people with my left and right hands, wouldn't you recognize it?" Barron didn't show any dignity to his former boss. He walked to Monzon's body and stretched out his slightly trembling hand.

"Oh, my hands are shaking..."

He stepped back again.

"Do you need therapy?" Janice asked.

"Treatment? That's right..." Barron took over the wine bottle Newman handed him to get familiar with it, took off the cork and took a sip: "There is no better antidote in the world!"

Barron's hand was very steady after tasting the wine. 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 finally checking Anok, 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, and he is about 6 to 6.3 feet tall." ”

"How did you know?" Janice said.

"Look at the location of the wound." Barron shook his hand and pretended to hold a short sword. "The cuts above their wounds are deeper, which means the murderer is taller than them."

"If it's a person, why are the weapons different?"

"Just changed weapons." Barron pointed to Monzon's room: "The murderer first climbed in through the window to kill the fat noble, then got into the little girl's room, killed her with a thin sword, and then replaced it with a dagger. He killed the young man, but the young man was very clever and deceived the murderer by pretending to be dead, but he still did not survive. "

Similar to Newman's reasoning, only more detailed.

"Besides height, are there any clues?" Janice asked, and she began to believe that the 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 no one will see them." Barron pointed to the muddy footprints on the window sill and the tread marks on the carpet beside the window sill.

"So the vendetta might be bigger?"

"Didn't I say, who would assassinate an envoy on Montreal Hill except hatred?" Barron opened another bottle of wine, his red nose tending to spread to his 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.

"Eh? 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."

"do not know."

"The Ruth you considered his daughter was 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 this etiquette official who helped him during the championship game.

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." Olin, who was wearing knight armor next to her, spoke out.

Also coming with 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 investigating a murder case. Seeing Mengsong's body was actually more complicated than pleasant -

After all, they had watched a movie in the theater earlier and got to know each other, and everyone was very happy at that time.

Now, Monzon was dead in the chair, his skin turned leaden, his clothes were stripped off, and he didn't look like a nobleman at all.

"Have you moved the body?" Annan asked.

These words made City Guard Officer Newman look at him sideways: "No, I just checked the wound."

"What's the progress?" Olin asked next.

"Currently, the murderer is found to be 6 to 6.3 feet tall. He may have a grudge against the special envoy."

Ou Lin 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 them again."

"... So magical?"

Why bother investigating the crime scene?

Olin said that their souls had dissipated, and even if they were resurrected, they would only be empty shells, so they used the remaining memories and instincts of their bodies to reproduce the scene before death.

But no matter what, it was still very magical.

The necromancer, who was like holding the head of a loved one, came to the corpse and released a modified version of the dead resurrection magic.

The corpse with its head drooped suddenly trembled and slowly raised its head.

As the spell was cast, the gray Monson began to repeat his actions before his death: the gray dead sat in a chair, as if holding a book in his hand, flipping stiffly, this scene was weird and grotesque.

As if he had watched for too long, Monson raised his head as if relaxed, just looking at the corner where Annan was.

Annan felt guilty for some reason, while Janice stroked her arm and suddenly felt a little cold.

The drunk Barron suddenly exclaimed: "Does the deceased know the murderer?"

Janice asked: "How did you know?"

"Hickey... there is a mirror here, he just looked at the window through the mirror."

Annan stared at Monson's body. It had already retracted its gaze, and then it was suddenly stabbed, repeating the process of death, lowering its head, and no longer moving.

City Guard Officer Newman thought thoughtfully: "What situation would make the deceased not be surprised to see a familiar person climbing through the window?"

The people present thought of the answer almost instantly.

Olin ordered: "Mobilize the city guards to surround the legion camp of the Kingdom of Rekanel, and no one can enter or leave!"