American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 40 40 The clue is broken

On the lawn, Wednesday was playing the cello selflessly.

The sound of the piano floated among the chaotic crowd, melodious in the fire, and the flame of revenge was burning brightly, reflecting on Wednesday's determined face.

No need to guess, the person who ruined the inauguration ceremony of the sculpture was Wednesday.

Ron also saw Dean Larissa with anger written all over her face.

Larissa looked at Wednesday with an annoyed look on her face.

This is a dean who is committed to bridging the relationship between the college and the townspeople.

It can be seen from the fact that she asked her classmates to participate in the inauguration ceremony of the statue of Joseph the Pilgrim that she tried her best to eliminate the prejudice against aliens among the residents of the town.

And if Wednesday ruined her plan, she would definitely be blamed.

It's none of his business.

The students returned to school in disgrace and not in high spirits because the ceremony failed.

Even though I am a teacher in a college and I usually don’t suspect myself, I still have to be vigilant.

The basement had been swept clean, and it was hard to tell what had been moved inside. Maybe it was the missing body parts of the victims.

"Yes, I checked the police station files and found that the body of the Garrett family's youngest daughter was not found at the scene of the car accident. It is possible that this person is still alive."

Ron sat in the car and looked at the information handed over by Sandy.

Sandy saw that Ron's face was not very good, so he asked quickly.

"Do you know who is investigating us?"

Ron nodded, "It's very possible, of course, it may have been exposed when you were investigating the clues."

The monster asked angrily: "Do I need Wednesday's blood?"

"So the person who bought the house was Nori Garrett?"

Ron is good at everything.

Then Ron exited the room and walked downstairs.

"According to records, the descendants of Joseph Claystone are the Garrett family. Unfortunately, the Garrett family all died in a car accident."

For example, she resurrected her ancestor Joseph, and then relied on Joseph to get rid of the aliens in the town.

The monster has bulging eyeballs, a big head, blue-gray skin, and looks like a hill when it's kneeling on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

The basement was cleared, and Sandy stood in the room, craning his neck and sniffing hard.

After listening to Sandy's words, Ron basically concluded that this place was where the stumps were stored.

Ron said to Sandy.

Things have become clear.

Being so efficient is all for promotion.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

Sandy suggested: "We might as well go to the Garrett family's old house and take a look. Maybe we can find some clues."

Faced with the temptation of promotion, Sandy has not rested since yesterday.

Sandy seemed to realize something when he heard this. When he saw the tire marks on the ground, his expression changed.

"I didn't expect that you could find clues so quickly." Ron said with emotion.

Not necessarily, you might just work in a bakery shop.

A woman wearing glasses looked at the remains of a glass jar with joy, while behind him was a huge monster kneeling on the ground to express its surrender.

late at night.

"Monitor his every move, and if things change, remember to notify me in time."

When I opened the car door, the raindrops hit my face, which made me feel a little cold.

"good!"

Better to be a vampire.

The room was filled with various glass bottles, and in the glass bottles were various residual limbs soaked in formalin.

"No, the home buyer used a false identity, and the other party obviously intended to hide something."

Ron went up to the second floor, and there were obvious signs of living in one of the rooms.

When Ron saw the empty basement, he felt disappointed.

The case files record that the monster attacked the victim and each time it took a part of the victim's body.

As Sandy said, without Ron's bold speculation, he would never have thought of investigating Joseph Claystone.

The car stopped at the door of the old house.

If this case is successfully handled, I will definitely be promoted to senior investigator when I go back.

Ron searched carefully and found nothing suspicious.

Thinking that he was finally going to become a senior investigator after more than two years in the job, he was still a little excited.

He didn't find Sandy on the first floor.

Then there are many such places, bakeries, restaurants, coffee shops, etc.

Sandy nodded.

"Yes, only Wednesday's blood can break the curse placed on Claystone by his ancestor Goody Adams."

Ron looked at the door.

"Yes, I learned from my father that the Investigation Bureau was entrusted by Nello Academy to send people down to investigate incidents of monsters attacking humans."

This is what Sandy admires about Ron.

This part of the body might have been kept in this basement, and this basement was emptied out in advance. The clues were suddenly cut off. It would be false to say that I was not disappointed.

"What did you find?"

Fortunately, he is a vampire, so he is not afraid of sudden death.

He may not be an investigator assigned by the Special Investigation Bureau.

The dust on the table on the floor was wiped clean, and the sheets were clean. When I smelled it closely, there was a faint smell of sweat and fragrance.

"Have you been here before?"

A bad premonition came to mind, Ron turned to Sandy and said.

The monster responded respectfully.

"hey-hey!"

"Then when will we catch her!"

The guy kneeling on the ground is a monster called Hyde.

Then Ron looked down and saw clear tire tracks on the roadside.

"I know, he is the police trainee police officer Sandy."

With that said, Ron rushed into the old house in the rain.

The woman looked at these sacrifices and the monster kneeling on the ground and laughed happily.

Sandy grinned, showing his big white teeth.

Sandy shook his head, "No!"

"Okay, let's leave now."

"Does that mean the clue is broken?"

"Thank you for the compliment, Master."

"Norrie Garrett."

…

"Don't worry, there was a transfer student who got very close to her recently. This guy was very strong, and he was the one who killed Nouwen."

The stone-brick wall and the gate were a little rusty, and the windows of the three-story building in the yard were dark and there was no light.

Some of the tire tracks have been washed away by the rain.

He was the one who killed Novan who wanted to harm Wednesday.

But she finally discovered, activated and tamed it.

This guy is not only strong, but also has strong case-handling abilities.

The monster seemed a little unconvinced, "Really? I would like to compare with him."

"What's her name?"

A car stopped on the side of the road, and Sandy sat alone in it.

Obviously, Ron underestimated a worker's dream of promotion.

Ron walked over, and Sandy saw Ron and said excitedly: "Man, according to the ideas you gave me, I found a clue."

"yes!"

"You search below, I'll search above."

In the basement, Ron saw Sandy.

I don’t have to worry about staying up late too often and getting sick and being rushed to the ICU.

Sandy asked him to meet him at the intersection outside the town.

"This clue has been cut off, but I found out through investigation that someone bought the Garrett family's old mansion a year ago."

The sky was gloomy, making the old house gray and eerie.

He has been dead for hundreds of years, who would think of investigating him!

Sandy was a little hesitant at first, but he didn't expect that he actually found out something through his investigation.

"I hope it's not what I thought!"

"Haha, well, with these sacrifices and Wednesday's blood, my ancestor Joseph Claystone can be resurrected."

The woman's heart suddenly became wary. The transfer student named Ron in the college was very close to Wednesday.

But, what’s with this faint smell of bread?

Norrie Garrett, a descendant of Joseph Claystone, returned to the town secretly, possibly wanting to do something.

"You mean someone is watching us?" Sandy looked at Ron and asked.

The raindrops hit the car window and quickly gathered into water.

"There will be a chance. Hyde, no, Taylor, all this is thanks to you. If you hadn't killed so many people and obtained these materials as sacrifices, I don't know when my great plan would have been successful."

This person is powerful and unexpected.

Of course, it cannot be said that if you have a scent, you must be a woman.

Could it be that a baker lives here?

Because some men also wear perfume.

"Do you think the person who bought the house is a member of the Garrett family?"

After entering the building, there were indeed signs of someone living inside.

Ron looked at the document in his hand, raised his head and said to Sandy: "Great job, man."

After smelling the smell, Sandy closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"By the way, last time you said that someone from the Special Investigation Bureau was investigating you?"

The residual limbs include fingers, soles, organs, etc.

On their way to the ancestral home, it started to rain lightly.

The sky was overcast with low black clouds.

And what he investigated undoubtedly corroborated Ron's guess to a certain extent.

Sandy looked thoughtful.

"Someone came one step ahead of us, and the other party should have gotten the news one step ahead." Ron analyzed.

"Haha, thanks to the ideas you provided, otherwise, I would still be a headless fly."

…

Ron received the call on the third day.

Now kneeling on the ground, obediently like a puppy, something called a sense of accomplishment filled her heart, making her addicted to it.

Sandy was happy, of course he wouldn't tell Ron.

"I smelled blood, formalin, and a faint smell of bread."

In a shabby room.

I thought I could catch the mastermind this time, but I didn't expect it to fail.

The key is, they almost succeeded, they just needed to be faster.

This feeling of missing out makes people angry and frustrated.

I wish you all a happy new year, good luck, and may the European Emperor be possessed.

(End of chapter)