Extraordinary Puppet Master

Karin watched Elena leave and sighed: "How could I forget?"

His feelings for Westmin are very complicated. On the one hand, he is grateful for the other person's upbringing, but on the other hand, he is angry that the other party wants to take his body.

But no matter what, Westmin is completely dead now, and there is no point in worrying about it anymore.

More than an hour later, one carriage after another stopped at the suburban cemetery.

A square pit was dug in front of a newly erected tombstone, and Westmin's name and life were engraved on the tombstone.

All the guests were wearing dark formal clothes today with solemn expressions.

I saw a pallet carriage carrying a coffin slowly approaching and stopping next to the pit, with Carlin following closely behind.

Priest Kahn stood beside the carriage and recited a eulogy.

"Westmin Hawkins was a respectable gentleman during his lifetime"

As the eulogy was recited, guests one after another touched the coffin in order to pay silent tribute to the deceased.

After the last guest observed a moment of silence, the coffin was slowly lowered.

The funeral was now over, and Karin saw off the guests one by one.

When Priest Kahn said goodbye to him for the last time, Carlin did not leave the cemetery, but stood silently in front of the Westminster tombstone without saying a word.

It looked like he was mourning quietly alone, but in fact he was waiting for someone.

After a while, a sturdy figure wearing a cloak entered the cemetery and came to Westmin's tombstone.

After raising his head and pulling down his collar, Drake's rough face appeared.

He looked at Karin quietly, took out a letter from his wide sleeve and handed it over.

After taking it, Karin was about to speak, but suddenly shut up and looked behind Drake.

Derek was stunned for a moment when he saw it, but turned around immediately.

At some point, not far from Westmin's tombstone, a young man appeared in front of another tombstone.

"Is that Mrs. Worley's tombstone?"

Seeing the presence of outsiders, Derek also lost the desire to talk to Carlin and just patted him on the shoulder, as if an elder was comforting the younger one, said a few words of encouragement and left.

When Drake left the cemetery, the young man suddenly said: "Do you know my mother?"

Carlin was stunned for a moment. The distance between him and the other party was about ten meters. He just said something softly, and the other party heard it clearly. What is this?

'Thankfully I didn't rush to talk to Drake just now! ’

When thinking this way, Carlin's expression became surprised: "Mrs. Wally is your mother?"

‘Mrs. Wally’s son, isn’t that One-Ear’s cousin? Judging by his age, he should be the second son, Charlotte Moriarty. ’

At this time, Charlotte also walked up to Carlin and talked to him cordially.

"Yes, I am Charlotte Moriarty, and you are Mr. Westmin's adopted son, right?"

"You know my father?"

"Haha, there shouldn't be any extraordinary person in Wayne City who doesn't know Mr. Westmin."

In her words, Charlotte also conveyed the message that she was an extraordinary person.

This information made Karin instinctively vigilant. As the son of a blind prophet, his insight was much stronger than one ear that chose the Valkyrie route.

I just don’t know if the other person noticed something wrong when he saw Derek talking to him just now.

Charlotte was also observing Carlin at this time. The information obtained through face-to-face observation, combined with the information about Carlin's life that he checked yesterday, kept sketching the portrait of the other person in his mind.

‘When he saw me just now, he immediately shut up and stopped talking to that man, even from a distance of more than ten meters.

He is an extremely cautious person, and it is very difficult for others to gain the trust of such a person. This kind of person often wears a mask to disguise his true self. ’

After Charlotte recorded the observed information in her mind, she said apologetically: "Sorry, I know the time and occasion are not appropriate, but it is related to a murder case. I have some questions to ask you. consult."

Carlin said confused: "Murder?"

This time he was not pretending. He really didn't know that any murder case would be related to him who had been spending all his time in the academy recently.

"Yesterday morning at 8:32, there was a murder on the street at the dock. The deceased was someone you know, the worker who moved you the day before yesterday - Rooney."

Carlin was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and said: "He was killed?"

"Yes, I just got off the boat and arrived. The murderer was a gang killer from the downtown area. He is now wanted by the police in Wayne City. But there is a very strange thing about this case. You may be able to provide me with some information. help."

Carlin suddenly frowned and said: "Do you think this case is related to me? Even the person who hired him to help me move was your cousin Elena. There was nothing between me and him except the day before yesterday. Intersected.”

As he spoke, Karin's eyes became confused, but he had already figured out the truth of the entire case in his mind.

‘Drake actually killed a messenger who didn’t know anything? ! ’

Charlotte explained without facing Carlin's doubtful eyes.

"Aren't you surprised?

Rooney is an honest dock worker, while the murderer is a killer who specializes in doing dirty work for some 'big shots' in the downtown area.

No matter how you look at it, there is no intersection between these two kinds of people, unless Rooney accidentally touched the interests of a certain big shot. Maybe he didn't know this, so this was a hired murder.

And his co-workers told me that when moving, you called him into your home alone to talk. Can I know what you said to him?

Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not doubting you, but you may have the clues I need. "

As Charlotte told the story, Carlin's eyes became more and more evil, and he felt that he had been regarded as a suspect by the other party.

Although in a sense, Charlotte's words were correct, and he did have the clues the other party needed, but it was impossible for Carlin to tell Charlotte the truth.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice as calm as possible.

"I called Rooney into the house to talk alone to explain to him the importance of some goods. My set of alchemy tools is not only valuable, but it is also a perishable item. Special care must be taken when handling it, so I explained it to him."

‘Is it really that simple? ’

Charlotte's eyes suddenly became sharp, staring straight at Carlin.

"When I asked Rooney's son, I noticed something strange.

The night before yesterday, after Rooney came home from a busy day's work at the dock, he happily told his son that he would buy him a new pair of boots as a birthday present.

I specifically checked the unit price of the boots Rooney mentioned, and they found they were 9 shillings and 11 pence (about a little over three-quarters of a gold pound).

1 gold pound is nothing to you, but Rooney's annual income is about 40 gold pounds.

Excluding the cost of raising a nine-year-old son plus other daily necessities.

If he wanted to save 9.5 shillings to buy a new pair of boots for his son, and ensure that daily expenses could not fall below the minimum of living, Rooney would have to save at least three or four months of frugality.

But yesterday I investigated his income in recent months and found that he has not saved any money in recent months.

He planned to spend no more than 1 shilling at most on buying birthday gifts for his son.

But if he had received a very considerable sum of money for himself the day before yesterday, it would all make sense.

The day before yesterday, Rooney received an extra pound of wages to do something for you, right? "

Suddenly, the already gloomy atmosphere of the cemetery suddenly felt even more depressing.