Count of Wizards

Although it was late at night, in the dark bedroom, Valverde did not lie on the bed, sound asleep. On the contrary, he sat on the chair in the bedroom in a formal suit, and there was a trace of a smile on his face facing the door. Smiling serenely, he holds a revolver in his hanging right hand!

At this time, the gun in Connor's hand was aiming at Valverde's head. As long as he moved slightly, he would shoot immediately. However, Valverde didn't seem to realize that he was in danger, and it was still this weird picture. With a serene smile on his face, he just watched Connor motionless.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the room was so quiet that Connor could feel his heavy breathing.

Carefully looking at Valverde's appearance, Connor's mind suddenly moved, as if he had thought of something, a look of determination flashed across his face, and he pointed the gun at Valverde's head vigilantly, while carefully turning on the gas lamp in the room.

"clatter!"

With a crisp sound, a flame of the gas lamp ignited, and the orange flame penetrated the glass lampshade, instantly bringing bright light to the dark bedroom.

"Huh..." Exhaling a foul breath, the dignified Connor slowly put down the revolver he aimed at Valverde's head. With the appearance of bright lights, Connor could clearly see, A hideous blood hole is appearing on Valverde's temple.

And on the wall next to Valverde, the splashed bright red blood and gray-white brains hung there without any concealment.

No matter how you look at Valverde, he is now a dead man without any doubts!

Carefully observing the tragic situation at the scene, Connor aimed his eyes at the revolver in Valverde's hanging right hand, and a very absurd idea appeared in his mind.

"Chip, analyze the death method of the deceased!" Connor was not sure whether the facts were really as he imagined, and he needed the results of the chip analysis to prove his assumption.

"Drip! The analysis is complete. The deceased committed suicide by shooting himself. Through the ballistic analysis, the gun used by the deceased to commit suicide is the revolver held in his right hand!" Without keeping Connor waiting, the chip gave Connor's thoughts as quickly as before. the answer you want.

Hearing the result analyzed by the chip, Connor's expression became strange. This result really coincided with what he had guessed. Valverde actually committed suicide!

Although he didn't know why Valverde shot himself at night after blackmailing himself during the day, Connor didn't think too much about it, but immediately searched the entire detective agency to determine whether Valverde There are written records of his affairs.

Half an hour later, Connor, who searched and found nothing, took a deep look at Valverde in the bedroom, who still had a serene smile on his face, and immediately turned and left the Valverde Detective Agency.

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"Connor, you didn't rest last night, okay? Your study status is so bad today!" Ms. Denise, a lecturer in the Byzantine history course at Green University, frowned slightly, and asked the students sitting in the first row with concern:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Denise, I slept late last night, I'm sorry!" Connor, who was dozing off, quickly stood up and explained with an apologetic expression:

"Young man, be careful!" Ms. Denise said meaningfully:

"Hahahahahaha!" Connor's classmates burst into laughter in the classroom, and among them, Connor's good friend George laughed the loudest.

"Teacher, I..." Connor looked embarrassed, and just wanted to open his mouth to explain, but he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, okay, the young man's body is your own. You can borrow the notes for this class from other students. Don't do this tomorrow! Sit down!" Ms. Denise was very tolerant and forgave Connor, He waved his hand to indicate that Connor could sit down.

Sitting back on his seat, Connor shook his head unobtrusively. What Ms. Denise said was correct, but he did not have a good rest last night, but it was not just yesterday. In the three days since his return, Connor has not had a good rest. He has been thinking about a question, why did Valverde commit suicide?

He only blackmailed himself during the day, and there was absolutely no reason to commit suicide at night, and his suicide was so weird that Connor could still recall the serene smile on Valverde's old face.

From the standpoint of human nature, Connor didn't think that such a greedy, cunning, and despicable detective would end his life by committing suicide.

If Valverde committed suicide, then from the perspective of logical reasoning, it cannot be explained anyway!

However, if Valverde committed suicide and the murderer faked suicide, then everything may be explained. Although his auxiliary chip confirmed that Valverde committed suicide, the serene smile on Valverde's face made the already Connor, a junior wizard apprentice, thought of another possibility!

That is extraordinary power! The power of the wizard!

If the truth of the matter is really like this, then everything has a reasonable explanation!

"By the way, Connor, your instructor, Professor Reyes, told you to go to him after class. He seems to have something to tell you." When the bell rang after class, Ms. Denise reminded Connor:

"Thank you!" Although he didn't know what Mentor Reyes wanted for him, Connor still nodded to Ms. Denise with a polite smile.

On the way to the villa where Reyes lived, Connor was hesitant to take this opportunity to tell Reyes about his other hidden worry—the green light spot, and seek his help.

In the past few days, he tried to use his mental power to get rid of the green light spots on his arms, but all of them failed without exception. This made Connor realize the reality. Drop the green dots.

As time goes by, it is more and more likely that the Worshipers will find themselves through the green light mark. If you want to prevent all this from happening, the most practical way is to seek his mentor Reye s help.

Walking to the door of the villa, knocking lightly on the door of the villa, the hesitant Connor made up his mind, choosing a day is worse than hitting the day, today is the day!

The door of the villa opened slowly, but the person who appeared after opening the door was not Connor's familiar mentor Ferguson, but an old man with a stooped figure dressed as a housekeeper.

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