Lord of the Secret Art!

In the morning, when Flynn was about to read the secret art book of the mysterious gun, Julie came and told him that there was a mission.

Knowing the content of the mission, he immediately got into the carriage with Ivy and left the security bureau.

The carriage stopped at the security department, and the two of them entered the security department.

"Miss Ivy, Mr. Flynn..."

In the office of the Minister of Security, Jumana, who became the interim Minister of Security, received the two.

"Congratulations on being promoted to Minister of Security."

Flynn said to Jumana.

"It's just a temporary replacement."

Jumana shook her head.

As the Minister of Security, Duff is the person in charge of Gnaw Tooth in Conston City. Among the eight sheriffs, except for her, the other seven are all Gnaw Gnaw cultists.

Now she is the highest-ranking member of the security department in Constant City, so she will temporarily act as the head of the security department to maintain the normal operation of the security department.

However, she estimated that she would not stay in this position for long.

Regardless of her qualifications or background, it is difficult for her to secure this position.

The new Minister of Security will either be transferred from other cities or from other departments.

"You should be here because of the recent frequent accidental deaths, right?"

"Well, can you elaborate on the whole thing?"

Ivy asked.

"About a week ago, people died one after another due to various accidents."

"Some suddenly rushed out of the road and were hit to death by a speeding carriage, some fell down the stairs, some suddenly choked to death while eating, and some were crushed to death by a flower pot that fell from the street..."

"At first I thought it was an accident, but there are more and more similar accidents, and they are also more and more frequent. I felt something different and reported it to the Security Bureau."

Jumana said.

Having dealt with the mystics of the Security Bureau a lot, she has become extremely keen on the mystery.

"Is there any body left?"

Flynn asked.

"The people who died in the first place returned their bodies to their relatives after the investigation found no abnormalities, and they should have been buried by now."

"The last person who died felt strange, so the body was detained, and it is currently placed in the morgue in the basement of the security department."

Jumana replied.

"Then ask someone to take us to the morgue."

"I'll take you there."

The three left the office of the security department, followed the stairs, entered the basement, and came to the door of the morgue.

Pushing open the door and entering, there are one bedstead after another in the morgue, but at this time there is only a corpse covered with a white cloth lying on one bedstead.

"When in contact with mystery, add 0.1 to the mystery point."

Entering the room, a text quickly appeared in front of Feilin's eyes, and then disappeared quickly.

Seeing the words appearing and disappearing quickly, he immediately understood that the corpse was stained with a mysterious aura, and this matter must involve mystery.

"The man drowned in the bathtub while taking a bath."

Walking to the corpse covered with a white cloth, Jumana said.

"Can you be sure it wasn't drowned?"

Ivy asked.

"At that time, his wife and fifteen-year-old child were in the living room. Seeing that there was no movement in the bathroom for a long time, they opened the door and went in to check, only to find that they had died in the bathtub."

"Unless his wife and children were lying, it should have been an accidental death."

Jumana said.

Flynn took out a pair of white gloves, put them on with both hands, removed the white cloth covering the corpse, and performed an autopsy on the corpse.

This is a man around forty years old, and his body is not swollen like ordinary drowned people.

Probably because it was found shortly after being drowned and fished out of the water.

There are no bruises or injuries all over the body.

After a while, the autopsy was over, Flynn said.

"There is no external wound, and there is obvious accumulation of water in the mouth and nose, and he was indeed drowned."

"Um."

Ivy watched Flynn's entire inspection process, and she came to the same conclusion as Flynn.

She looked to Jumana and asked.

"How do the mother and son deal with it now?"

"Drowning in the bathtub is too strange, because there is a possibility of joint murder, so they are locked up."

Jumana said.

"Take us to have a look."

The three left the morgue, followed the stairs to the upper floor, and entered an interrogation room.

There is a mother and son in the interrogation room. The mother is about forty years old, which is about the same age as the male corpse.

The son looks like a teenager, with a little fluffy beard around his lips.

Both of them looked sad. They were obviously very sad about the death of the middle-aged man, but they didn't know if they were pretending.

"Officer, our relationship with Horner has always been very good. We really didn't kill him. He was dead in the bathtub when we found him."

"Father was not killed by us..."

Seeing the three people entering the interrogation room, the middle-aged woman and the boy said anxiously.

Slap!

Ivy snapped her fingers, and the voices of the middle-aged woman and the boy who were anxiously defending stopped abruptly.

The expression on his face became dull, obviously he had fallen into hypnosis.

"Did you kill Horner Esper?"

Ivy asked.

"We didn't kill him."

The middle-aged woman and the boy said in unison.

"Tell me how you found out about the death of Horner Esper."

Ivy said.

"After dinner, he boiled water to take a bath. After waiting for a long time, he didn't come out of the bathroom, so he opened the door and went in to check..."

The middle-aged woman and the boy answered.

Slap!

Ivy snapped her fingers and ended the interrogation.

It can be determined that the middle-aged man was not killed by the middle-aged woman and the teenager.

Ivy, Feilin, and Zhumana walked out of the interrogation room, Feilin said.

"It stands to reason that people cannot be drowned in a bathtub. The death of this person is indeed strange."

"I'm going to find a wild cat and see if I can find the strange smell."

Ivy said.

"No need, I got a cursed object, and with the help of this cursed object, I can find strange smells."

Flynn shook his head.

The three of them returned to the morgue again, and Feilin took off his shoes to avoid being pierced by sharp claws and using his maddened teeth.

His body was covered with black hair, his body became strong, his hands and feet grew sharp claws, and he turned into a werewolf.

With the help of a werewolf's sense of smell, he looked for strange smells.

After a while, he released the use of the Fang of Madness and returned to his normal appearance, and said with some doubts.

"I didn't smell anything strange."

"There is no strange smell, is it possible to hide the smell?"

Ivy frowned.

"I think we should apply to borrow the doom drawing board, maybe we can get clues by searching for breath."

Flynn said.

Breath is a kind of "information" that cannot be smelled through the sense of smell, and is somewhat similar to the residual traces of extraordinary abilities.

The doom drawing board can obtain information about the murderer by capturing this "information".

It's a great way to find enemies when you can't find them by scent.

It's just that the only bad thing is that you need to pay the price of encountering bad luck to use it.

However, before he had practiced the Eye of Appraisal, he was able to bear the cost after using it. Now that the Eye of Appraisal has reached the sixth ring, the cost after weakening it should become extremely small.