Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

News of Joyce's assassination spread quickly, and General Gordon sent his condolences first.

Afterwards, guests came to visit one after another. Those who were familiar, those who had just met, and even those who were not familiar... basically expressed sympathy for Joyce and dissatisfaction with certain people.

After finally dealing with a major he met at a banquet, Joyce thought about escaping and going to the Swordfish Bar, preferably to join the extraordinary party they held.

However, this intention of his was blocked by Mr Hunt:

"Master, that assassin is still at large, if you want to go out, please allow me to accompany you."

Don't be so strict, I made up the assassin... Is this considered shooting yourself in the foot... Joyce laughed at himself in his heart:

"The assassin was injured, so he probably won't do anything for a short time."

Hunter said solemnly: "Assassins will have accomplices, and when dealing with the enemy, there must be no chances."

"Okay, you convinced me, I feel pretty good at home now." Joyce raised his hands in surrender.

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The next morning, Joyce had another unexpected visitor.

The chief of the Bayam Police Department, the two met at the ball of Congressman North.

After the host and guest were seated, Joyce took the lead and asked:

"Mr. Director came here in person, has the case made any major progress?"

"Well, not yet..."

The slightly obese police chief rubbed his hands nervously, leaned forward, and was about to say something, when he saw Sophia handing over a cup of tea, he quickly took it with both hands, put it on the table without moving, and said cautiously:

"Baron Best, I feel deeply guilty and angry about your assassination, and I will do my best to arrest the assassin."

"However, this case is too complicated, and its influence is getting bigger and bigger. Look..."

The director glanced up timidly: "Do you think it is possible to transfer the case to MI9? In terms of ability and efficiency, they are much better than us, and will not delay your important business."

Joyce took a sip of tea, and said calmly:

"Why, MI9 put pressure on you?"

"No, no..." The director hurriedly waved his hands in denial, and then explained:

"It is true that someone from MI9 came to check the case files, but they did not mention the idea of ​​taking over the case."

"Then why are you in a hurry?" Joyce asked back: "It's only the third day of the case on Sunday. Is it appropriate for you to retreat?"

"I've never urged you, can I put pressure on you?"

The fat director took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his forehead, and complained:

"You didn't put pressure on me, but my office door was almost broken!"

Joyce asked curiously, "Oh, what do you say?"

"Whether it's aristocrats, councilors, military officers, businessmen..." The chief counted down in detail: "All gentlemen with status in Bayam sent people to the police station to urge to solve the case as soon as possible, but we really don't have the ability!"

Joyce thought of what happened to him yesterday, and he also felt sorry for him. He could understand the emergence of this situation... A major and a baron were assassinated at the same time. .

He thought about it for a while, then continued to ask: "I heard that Dean has issued a wanted warrant, is there nothing to gain?"

"No." The director replied, secretly groaning in his heart. Things like arrest warrants usually only appear when people can't be caught or when they don't want to work hard to catch them. How could they be rewarded in such a short period of time.

Joyce took a second sip of tea. He felt that the matter had developed to this extent. His goal had been achieved, and it was time to finish... So he decided:

"Mr. Chief, don't be impatient. I am very satisfied with the efficiency of the Bayam Police Station."

"How about this, you go back first, let Dean not be afraid, and go to investigate boldly, if you find any suspicious person, just arrest him, and I will personally identify it."

"The deadline is tomorrow. If the assassin is still not caught, he will not be involved in this case."

The fat director kept nodding, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Joyce:

"There's no need to say anything else, it's settled like this, you won't be unable to hold on for a day, right?"

The fat director shook his head again: "No, no."

"That's good." Joyce got up to see off the guests himself, and comforted him as he walked:

"Don't always think about pressure. If your Bayam Police Department can solve the case satisfactorily, how will those who care about this matter think about your ability..."

The fat bureau chief thought that this was the reason, so he relaxed a lot, his expression was no longer depressed, and he left.

Back at the police office, he asked someone to call Dean, a lucky guy, and said seriously:

"Baron Best gave a deadline. The assassin must be caught before tomorrow, and Mr. Baron will personally identify him. If you can't catch him, you know the consequences. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Mr. Director, I promise to complete the task." Dean stood at attention and promised loudly.

"Go, hurry up and handle the case."

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"Mr. Baron, your attitude just now..."

After the police chief left, Sophia hesitated and said, "Something strange?"

"What's so strange?" Joyce asked without looking back.

The maid's tone was full of confusion: "You don't seem to care about whether you can catch the assassin, but instead suggested that the chief of police should finish the case as soon as possible... But the chief is only nervous, and probably didn't understand the deep meaning of your words."

Joyce smiled indifferently:

"It doesn't matter if he understands it or not, as long as he passes the message on to Dean and Dean can understand it."

Seeing that Mr. Baron did not refute her speculation, Sophia was even more puzzled:

"Why? Why did you let that assassin go?"

"I never said I would let that assassin go!" Joyce denied, while muttering in his heart: Although this assassin does not exist.

"not understand?"

Sophia shook her head: "I don't quite understand."

Joyce picked up a piece of white paper, shook it with his index finger, then punctured the white paper, and explained in detail:

"This piece of paper represents me, and the index finger represents the assassin."

"The white paper was punctured by the index finger. Of course I can choose to cut off the index finger with a knife, but what happens after it is cut off? There is also the middle finger, and the thumb...all can be used to continue to puncture the paper."

"And what I want to do is to find out the owner of the index finger. Otherwise, I may be safe for a while, but there is a higher probability that I will be assassinated again and again..."

"Assassins are just tools, and only those who use tools are my real enemies."

As soon as the words fell, Joyce felt an illusory breaking sound coming from his body, and he fell into a strange state, as if a starry sky appeared in front of him, and countless bright or dark stars were moving in regular directions.

No need to wait any longer, his "Assassin" potion was completely digested.

Sophia on the side was thinking about the meaning of the words, and didn't notice his abnormality:

"Are you trying to lure a snake out of its hole?"

Joyce took a deep breath and said easily:

"The snake can't come out, how can I catch it seven inches!"

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PS: Street Diary: This week's recommendation is dead again, the future of this book is bleak, alas...