Mystic Dominator

The moment Ms. Keith said this sentence from her mouth.

The aura of the whole room has changed.

Almost without any hesitation, Swift's eyes became indifferent and ruthless, and the whole person just stood there with a very strong sense of oppression.

Taking two steps back to Ronald's side, he stared at the others without a trace of emotion, and then spoke in a bad tone:

"As far as I know, Mr. Keith had no inexplicable deterioration of his health, no attack of disease or trouble in his business during the three months preceding his death.

Thirteen days ago, three days before Mr. Keith's death.

The sewage in this mansion was drained smoothly, but someone hired a plumber who could not be found on the market in the name of repairing the water pipes. The workers near Ron Avenue all proved that the guy was not a worker in this block.

By the way, just now I checked the water pipes in your mansion.

The place is indeed dirty enough.

correct......

If I remember correctly, even in the last two days when Mr. Keith's physical condition took a sharp turn for the worse.

You brought him a family doctor, but you didn't buy any medicine. "

Speaking of this, Swift paused as if declaring a crime.

After coughing twice, he calmly looked at Ms. Keith, and then said in a slightly slower tone:

"Ma'am, do you need me to continue?"

"..."

"No...no need."

Compared with her relatives who were already pale and even trembling with panic, this Mrs. Keith's psychological quality was not bad.

Although her tone trembled violently, she persisted and shook her head:

"Mr. Swift, your commission will be sent to your studio later."

"Today, I...don't bother you."

"Thank you for your generosity." Nodding to the other party, Swift gave Ronald a look, and then the two walked outside together.

This time, the old man named Jin didn't dare to talk too much.

He could only stand where he was, and honestly watched the two of them leave.

It's much easier for Swift to get things done when he's out of the house.

Without paying attention to the various details that the investigators were vigilant about, he directly stopped a taxi on the side of the road, greeted Ronald and sat in it.

Immediately, the detective shouted to the coachman behind:

"Long Beach Street Police Department, please hurry up."

The coachman's voice came immediately:

"Okay, sir."

At the end of the conversation, following the snorting of the horse pulling the cart, the wheels of the carriage immediately rolled on the ground with a sound of "gra, gra".

At the same time, sitting firmly in the carriage, Swift whispered to Ronald:

"The attack you mentioned just now, let's talk about it carefully now."

"Yeah." Ronald nodded, and described in a low voice under the cover of the carriage's voice, "It was just this morning, I happened to be the front desk in the lobby of the Bureau of Investigation, but when the people in the bureau went to attend the funeral... .”

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The carriage rushed all the way to the police station, and on the way Ronald also recounted the complete story to Swift.

Listening to the entire process of the incident, Mr. Detective's reaction was similar to that of Ronald back then. The cult warlock who dared to provoke the Bureau of Investigation must have prepared in advance.

But originally, things might be even more unfavorable to the Bureau of Investigation.

If there hadn't been an incident that suddenly affected the whole city a few days ago and forced some cult warlocks to be accidentally exposed, perhaps the Bureau of Investigation really wouldn't have had the chance to notice the plans of these cult warlocks.

Then the final result,

I'm afraid it will become a script where the cult warlocks who are fully prepared launch a surprise attack, and then the Bureau of Investigation launches a counterattack.

I can only talk about the current situation.

It is the final result of splicing together by coincidence one by one.

A few minutes passed, and Long Beach Street arrived.

After handing over the fare to the coachman, the two got off the carriage.

At this time, the effect of the investigation bureau's special invitation to Swift came out.

From the moment Ronald and Swift jumped out of the carriage, the eyes of passers-by on the street were captured by the two...

Or rather attracted by Swift alone.

In the middle and upper class of Brunwich, Swift's reputation as a great detective is definitely loud enough.

As soon as they saw his appearance, people's attention was already shifted from 'the house next to the police station collapsed, did something serious happen? ’ moved to ‘The big detective enters the stage, the newspaper headlines tomorrow morning, he should be the one who cracked the case, right? '.

No matter in what era, it is such a simple matter to divert public attention.

Especially in this world, newspapers still occupy the mainstream of public opinion.

Walking to the cordon in front of the investigation bureau, even the police let them go without any surprise.

Only two steps in, a nervous voice sounded in the broken Bureau of Investigation building:

"Ronald, are you all right?"

—It's Nicole.

When Ronald went out to invite Swift, some investigators also secretly returned here, and began to deal with the remaining work at the same time.

And the investigator girl is sitting on the dilapidated front desk right now.

He stared at his favorite bed in the past with rather bad eyes.

Briefly describe it.

—Her bed can't sleep.

That is to say, seeing Ronald's complete body appeared in front of her eyes, Nicole's terrible eyes only slightly improved.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Ronald immediately said to the detective beside him:

"Mr. Swift, you just go straight to the meeting room."

"As you can see, I have something to do."

"no problem."

Mr. Detective was fine, he nodded and walked in by himself.

At this time, Ronald walked towards Nicole.

Looking at Nicole who was sitting on the front counter and refused to come down, he scratched his hair in embarrassment:

"I'm sorry."

"The attack this morning was too sudden. I really have no way to keep your things."

Not just beds actually.

Nicole has a lot of personal belongings on the side of the front cabinet.

So along with this sudden attack, the actual loss of the investigator girl was definitely very serious.

And hearing Ronald's comfort, Nicole also squeezed out a difficult smile:

"It's okay, I don't care."

"After finding this group of hidden bugs, I insist on making them look good!"

Click——

At this moment, because Nicole pinched the palm of the front counter too hard, the dilapidated wooden counter was suddenly broken by her pinch!

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

With this sound, the entire dilapidated front desk cabinet could no longer support it, and it instantly fell apart as if the building blocks of the base were removed.

Sitting in an awkward posture in the front desk that turned into a pile of sawdust on the ground.

Nicole finally couldn't hold back, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncivilly.

"Fucking cult warlock!"

"It's not over!"