Mystery: Shadow of Order

Today Backlund rarely ushered in the sun and a beautiful sunny day, but "Senior Superintendent" Roy Welling's mood was not so beautiful. It's not that being a believer in the "Lord of Storms" makes him prefer rainy days, but that the person he wants to investigate hasn't come back.

Seeing that the sun gradually shifted and began to fall, Fors Wall, who was invited by Earl Hall's youngest daughter, never returned.

Roy Welling sat on the upholstered wooden chair, pulling the taut neckline, his badge bonnet he had thrown aside. Leaning back on the back of the chair, his arms clasped his chest, his two long legs stretched forward at will, and his brown eyes looked through the window at everyone passing by on Crystal Street, which made him look like a police officer even though he was wearing a police uniform. Temperament, but more like a pirate.

Sergeant Mile Bregg, who was sitting beside him, looked at the somewhat bohemian senior superintendent, pursing his lips and feeling helpless. Originally, in places like Chowood where the middle class gathered, it was difficult for the police to do their job. Now he Accompanying this senior police superintendent in the coffee shop for a day, I am afraid that the future work will be even more difficult to do.

If it wasn't for the Senior Inspector Delka, who he had dealt with before, came with Roy Welling, Breg felt that he would definitely arrest this Senior Superintendent who was wearing a police uniform but didn't look like a police officer at all. Take it to the police station.

Breg glanced at the pedestrians on the road, and then glanced at Roy Welling, who was sitting in front of the window with his back to him, the anchor-shaped black tattoo on his neck, and he sighed deeply in his heart, he was really getting more and more The identity of the senior police superintendent is suspected.

After closing his eyes and dozing for a few minutes, Sheriff Bregg opened his eyes to look at Roy Welling, and sure enough he was still staring at the pedestrians outside the window. Before Breg closed his eyes, he heard the chair "stab" and fell to the ground after rubbing against the floor for a distance, and the senior superintendent had already got up and strode towards the door.

Breg also got up abruptly, although he didn't know what was going on, but as a subordinate he always had to clean up his boss's mess. He raised his chair, picked up his boss' police cap, handed the 5-soul note to the waiter, and hurriedly followed Luo E. Welling ran out.

...

Fors walked out of the Doton Street Station in the north side of the street. She was holding a lady's handbag the size of two slaps. This was purchased after she received her first royalties, and it had been out of date for a long time. But she held it tightly in her arms, and her blue eyes swept over the people around her from time to time, as if this was the latest handbag.

Forsi couldn't help being careless, the lady had a full 500 pounds in cash in her handbag, knowing that the total remuneration for "Storm House", which made her famous, was almost the same as these.

But it was paid in batches. She had never seen or received so much cash at one time, which made her always feel that there would be thieves trying to steal her wealth, completely forgetting that she was a Sequence 9 Extraordinary. By.

The money was given to her and Hugh by Ms. Audrey Hall, the most dazzling gem in Backlund. Fors didn't think this title was very pleasant before, but now she only thinks that this title is far from depicting Audrey. one ten thousandth of .

In the Qilingers incident, except that Hugh reported the news of "Lieutenant General Hurricane" infiltrating Backlund to MI9 according to Jeffrey (Rolls)'s orders, they did not consume any energy at all.

Fors originally wanted to refuse, but Miss Audrey thoughtfully arranged the next task, looking for a member of the Psychology Alchemy Club to find the "audience" formula for her, which forced Fors to accept the 500 pounds.

She has decided to give all the 500 pounds to Hugh, so that it can at least help Hugh buy a Sequence 7 potion main material. It's just that now because of the church's door-to-door inquiry, Xio has already gone to the North District, and she still has to find a chance to get the money.

As for Forsi herself, the materials for the "Master of Trickster" have been missing for a long time, and she feels that it will be difficult for her to survive the next full moon babbling, so she might as well leave it all. Thinking of this, her mood dropped again, and she lowered her head and walked home along Crystal Street, but after walking for a while, a figure blocked her way.

Fors raised his head suspiciously, and looked at the thin middle-aged man in front of him who was wearing a police uniform but didn't look like a police officer at all. Behind him was an acquaintance, the sheriff of Crystal Street, Mile Bray. grid.

Breg, with a beard, hurriedly ran to Fors with the badge soft hat and introduced:

"Miss Wall, you are finally back. This is Senior Superintendent Roy Welling, who has been waiting for you all afternoon."

Senior Superintendent?

Fors looked at Roy Welling, whose face was as gloomy as Backlund's perennial sky. On his shoulders was indeed the epaulet of a senior police superintendent, but he was really a policeman, not a gangster.

Roy Welling looked at the lady's handbag held by Fors, frowned, and was interrupted by Breg just as he was about to ask.

"Miss Wall, it's the last time. Senior Superintendent Roy has something to ask you. Let's go to your house and talk." Breg showed a different delicacy from his appearance. Bringing the surrounding residents together can easily cause trouble.

Seeing Fors nodding, Roy Welling snorted coldly, snatched the badge cap from Breg's hand, and strode towards No. 12 Crystal Street. Breg glanced at Fors apologetically, and trotted after him.

I'm afraid it's not the senior police superintendent, but the "punisher"?

Fors saw the anchor-shaped blue-black tattoo on Roy Welling's neck when he turned around, and squeezed his handbag, and his identity as a senior police superintendent proved that he was probably not a simple member of the "Deputy Punisher" squad. .

...

Fors took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of the two policemen, then sat down on the single-seater sofa and waited for the two of them to question him.

Roy Welling was obviously not in the mood to drink tea, and as a subordinate, Mile Breg had to sit aside and wait for his boss to ask questions.

"When did you and Alicia meet?"

"About a month ago, she just moved in. It is customary for the guests who live around us to visit semi-formally. Maybe it's because they are about the same age, and they have become familiar with them since then."

Most of the residents of Chorwood District consider themselves middle-class, and hope that their neighbors are also middle-class, so a semi-formal visit is to check whether there is a need for future contact.

Before Roy Welling could speak again, Fors leaned back and waved impatiently:

"Mr. Senior Superintendent, haven't you read Sheriff Bregg's interrogation record before you came? Can you ask some questions that you haven't asked? Although we are obliged to cooperate with the police in handling cases, my time can't be wasted all the time. I've already spoken to Sheriff Bregg about this kind of frivolous issue, I've only known Alysia for a short time, and I don't even know if she committed a crime."

If it was a "substitute punishment", Forsi would definitely not dare to say such a thing, but who asked the police to come? In the Chorwood district, whoever put the police in their eyes, they are the backbone of the whole kingdom. Unless they have committed a crime, they are the only ones who complain to the police, and no police dare to enforce the law recklessly.

Breg couldn't help laughing bitterly, this is the daily life of the police in Chorwood District. While those magazines praised the middle class for not having the arrogance of the aristocracy and the rich, and not being as rude as the lower-income class, that doesn't mean they're easy to approach.

The rich and aristocratic at the top won't make it difficult for them, the police, and will only go to senior superintendents like Roy Welling, or higher-level assistant superintendents, or even the Minister of Police. Those in the low-income class will only fear them because of their unclean foundation.

Only the middle class are not afraid of the police, nor do they see the existence of senior superintendents. They can only embarrass them, the police chiefs, and even the inspectors.

Breg whispered in the ear of the senior police superintendent about the general attitude of the residents of the Chorwood district towards the police. It is not bad that someone like Fors who can communicate with the daughters of top noble families can endure for such a long time.

Although Breg reminded him, it didn't mean that Roy Welling would change the way of questioning. He stood up abruptly and looked down at Fors in an oppressive posture:

"Sheriff Bregg blew his whistle this morning, did you hear that? Did you see the suspect?"

"I got up very late today, and when I walked to the balcony, I saw Sheriff Breg turned into another street."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Breg nodded, and Roy Welling did not continue to ask, but asked another question:

"Listen to Sheriff Breg, you went to Queens at the invitation of Miss Audrey Hall?"

"Well, is there any problem?" Forsi frowned slightly, she couldn't figure out the connection.

"No problem, but..." Roy Welling paused for a while, and then began to pace slowly in the living room. The "da-da" footsteps seemed to hit Fors' heart again and again.

Suddenly, he stopped, walked towards the dining room, walked to the long table in the dining room, picked up a lady's handbag on it, and walked to the living room without opening it.

Fors and Breg also stood up. The latter had no idea what his boss wanted to do, but Fors had a hint of hesitation on his face, and then calmed down:

"Is there something wrong with my handbag?"

Roy Welling raised his handbag and said gloomily:

"Your handbag is very similar to a handbag from Alysia's house. Did she give it to you?"

Forsi breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly:

"I can't afford those things, each of which is enough to buy ten clutches like this."

"Have you seen those clothes and handbags?" Roy Welling continued to ask, not giving Fors a chance to breathe.

Forsi showed envy in his eyes, waved his hand and said:

"Those things were there, and many people saw it during the semi-official visit."

...

Forsi closed the door and let out a long sigh with her back to the door. The senior police superintendent was at least a mid-sequence Extraordinary of the Church of the Storm. Even if she didn't have the ability to use it, the sense of oppression still made her breathless. .

Looking at the handbag on the sofa, Fors opened it and looked at a thick round of 10 pound notes, and lay down on the sofa.

Opposite No. 12 Crystal Street, Roy Welling looked at Fors' balcony with a smile on his indifferent face.

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As the "Wind Blessed" of Sequence 6, Roy Welling has been at this level for five or six years, and he is no longer as difficult to control his temper as the "Rage People", but is used to hiding himself with the help of superficial anger Just real thoughts. Otherwise, since he only has a Sequence 6 level, it is impossible for him to be the person in charge of the Church of Storms investigating two cases involving high-Sequence Beyonders.

From the question just now, he can confirm that there must be something wrong with this Miss Fors Wall. Her handbag is full of banknotes, and it is a 10-pound banknote, which looks like four or five hundred pounds. . This is the ability he trained when he was a captain at sea. Although he has been ashore for more than ten years, he rarely makes mistakes in judgment.

How could a writer who has become famous not long ago have so much cash on him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Was it given by that Miss Hall? And according to what the resident said, the short-statured lady who lived with Forsi but never disappeared, did she really leave Backlund?

Roy Welling believed that even if this Miss Fors had nothing to do with these two cases, she must have hidden secrets, but if that Miss Audrey was involved, things would be troublesome.

Although Cardinal Snake said that he could not care about Earl Hall's young daughter, but that was only based on Forsi's own problems. If Audrey also got involved, then he could not care less.

And this is also based on the fact that Audrey is indeed related to these two cases. If it is finally found to be unrelated, even Cardinal Snake will not be able to speak for him. After all, Earl Hall is behind the Church of Evernight.

...

When the red moon was hanging high, a figure leaning on a cane, wearing a black trench coat and a top hat appeared near the Hillier Cake and Candy Shop in the Backlund Bridge District.

Rawls looked at the gas street lights that were on and off on the road, shook his head, took out his pocket watch and glanced, and turned his attention to Hillier Candy Store. It was now ten o'clock in the evening, and although the candy store was closed, the lights still came out through the concealed windows.

Most of the streets are two-story buildings, with the first floor used for shops and the second floor for residential. While the candy store was lit on the first floor, the second floor was dark.

Rawls glanced at the candy store. Although he could easily climb up this kind of two-story building, it would be very difficult not to disturb the Hilliers who had not rested.

Still lacking a lot of means!

After three or four hours of waiting, it was confirmed that the Hilliers, who had turned off the lights for more than two hours, should have fallen asleep completely, and Rawls started his own action.

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