Mage Joan

As soon as the police were dispatched, they surrounded the "Happy Palace" hotel, and rumors about "transfiguration killer" have spread throughout the hot spring town.

In less than an hour, the townspeople who had no knowledge of the rare creature "Morph" seemed to have all become experts in the study of Morph, and said in a nutshell:

Metamorphosis can be changed to anyone's appearance, and unless "true knowledge" is used, there is no possibility of seeing flaws.

Based on the above facts, all of us may be disguised as metamorphosis.

In this case, I can only determine one thing, that is, I am definitely not a metamorphosis.

As for you, although it looks like my old friend, it can't be completely trusted, so how do you plan to prove yourself innocent?

...

The atmosphere of panic quickly spread across the town, and the only hope to help people get rid of the panic was on the heroic and courageous detectives.

Only when the police successfully capture the **** deformed monster can people get rid of mutual suspicion and return to normal life.

At this moment, on the evening of May 29, the "Happy Palace" Hotel became the focus of attention.

Compared with flocks of people looking at the lively crowd, the police detectives are lonely. While blocking all exits of the hotel, they also have to take care of maintaining street order. Sneaking away.

People who are stuck inside the hotel by the police and temporarily lose their freedom are even more panicked.

Compared with those outside the town, the residents and staff in the hotel have an extra layer of concerns.

The police claimed that the "Morph" was among them. The question is... who is he?

The most basic mutual trust between people is completely destroyed by a strange, a monster who is good at imitating others.

Although so far, no one has really seen that "Morph", and even can't be sure whether the rumors about "Morph" are true, is there really such a monster?

At the moment when life is at stake, few people can still insist on the principle of "seeing is believing". As long as there is the possibility of being murdered by the "Morph" and being robbed of identity, even if there is only a slight possibility, it would be more reliable. Unbelievable.

In the entire hotel, only the manager Harry Kaufman can maintain the most basic calm.

"Mr. Michael, you suddenly broke in and mixed the hotel into such a mess. I really don't know how to explain to my father."

As a hotel manager, Harry has the right to protest the police's brutal handling of cases.

Gleason's deputy Michael laughed at Harry's protest.

"Master Harry, you don’t have to worry about being blamed by Mr. Kaufman. During this operation, Mr. Kaufman was fully informed. In fact, he himself also provided important clues to the police. If Mr. Kaufman had spoken, we would also It's inconvenient to surround the'Happy Palace' with great fanfare."

"After all, our police detectives also have to eat, and there are wives, children, and children in this town to beg for life. No one wants to offend a millionaire unless they are forced to do so."

"What evidence did my father...provide to the police?"

Harry took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This is inconvenient for me to disclose."

Deputy Sheriff Michael smiled secretly.

"But Master Harry, I can give you some tips."

"Your father and his fiancee, Mrs. Josephine, have been reluctant to leave the police station since the morning, saying that there is nothing safer than the police station, as if afraid of someone assassinating them..."

"You think about it, who is it in order to approach a millionaire without knowing it and succeed in stabbing?"

"Your father, Mr. Kaufman, is so nervous that he doesn't even carry bodyguards and goes straight to the police station to seek asylum, perhaps because he is well aware that in this world, apart from himself and his fiancee, there is only Our police is trustworthy."

"As for other people, whether relatives or friends or business partners, at least for now, in your father's eyes, it may be a conspiracy morph."

"Uh, my father... Probably the pressure was too great during this time, and I was upset by the serial murder case and a little nervous."

Harry wiped his sweat again.

"Who knows? Anyway, as a millionaire, our little ones have to break their legs and suffer a lot!"

"Mr. Michael, I have a question to ask you. Since everyone can't tell who is the normal person and who is the "deformed monster" who is in the normal person, how can the police pull it out?"

"You asked about the idea, Master Harry."

Deputy Sheriff Michael smiled slightly.

"We didn't see through the pretense, but someone could do it."

"Master Harry, do you know Professor Moriarty? This university student is at the police station right now to help us handle the case."

"Mr. Professor told us that a high-level magic called "True Knowledge" can see through the disguise of "Morph"."

"Now, Mr. Professor is taking his students, burying their heads in the police station and copying the scrolls. When they copy the two scrolls, Sheriff Gleason and Mr. Kirkton will bring the scrolls to the hotel and bless'True Knowledge' , Grab the'Morph' from the crowd."

Harry Kaufman silently listened to the deputy sheriff.

When he heard the word "Zhenzhishu", his facial muscles shook violently, and his already pale complexion turned pale.

"Master Harry, your face is ugly. Is it uncomfortable? Would you like to take a break?"

"No, nothing, just a little stuffy and breathless."

Harry Kaufman grabbed the wet handkerchief and wiped another sweat.

"Mr. Michael, when is your sergeant and Mr. Cottonton coming?"

"It will come in at most half an hour, please wait patiently. After they come, they will definitely contact you, the hotel manager, for a check, Master Harry, you will never be deformed. Strange?"

"Just a joke, please don't mind."

With a smile, Deputy Sheriff Michael turned and walked into the hotel door, took two young detectives to maintain the order inside the hotel, and by the way a glass of cold sparkling wine, find a cool place to rest.

Harry watched the deputy sergeant's back disappear in the depths of the hotel porch, slowly breathing out a cloud of air, dropped the sweat-soaked handkerchief, and turned and hurried into the bathroom near the lobby on the first floor.

Soon after, the dense mist escaped from the toilet and quickly spread to the entire hall, making the first floor of the hotel misty and difficult to see.

Detectives guarding the entrance and exit of the hotel immediately became alert, lit batons one after another, staring at the doors and windows where the mist was pouring, and strictly guarding against anyone taking the opportunity to slip away.

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