Struggle in the Steam Age

After dealing with the issue of his identity, Lawrence immediately ran to check the tasks listed in the Church of Knowledge. Unfortunately, most of the tasks now need to be completed in the wild, which is not suitable for a pure novice like Lawrence.

"It seems that my luck is not very good." After checking the task list, Lawrence muttered and returned to his room, and then took the necessary things to the hospital where Liszt was, of course, the first thing he did after going out Stop by the telegraph office next to the church to send a telegram to his father.

After sending the telegram, Lawrence chose to walk there because it was not far from Lister's clinic. As a result, when he turned to the street where the hospital was located, he heard a noise coming from the front.

"What's the situation?" Lawrence looked around, only to find a large group of people swarming towards the front corner. He noticed a mixture of excitement and fear on the faces of the group.

"This must be an accident." Lawrence thought, just as he shook his head and prepared to continue to the hospital where Liszt was. The loud yelling of some people in front told him what happened here.

"Let me see, is there someone dead in front?"

"It's true, and the one who died was the chief dancer of the Golden Rose Theater who had been missing for three days."

"It's too miserable. It was chopped into two pieces from the middle. It was also scratched from the corner of the mouth to the ears on the cheek."

Hearing the last sentence, Lawrence stopped and followed the flow of people on the street.

On the side of this street is the famous central garden of Fort Eagle, surrounded by some wealthy middle-class neighborhoods. The place where people gather is in Central Park.

As one of the most famous scenic spots in Eagle Fort, its Central Park is the largest urban park in the old and new continents. The whole park is centered on a large lake, surrounded by a series of scenery such as woods, lawns, hills, and gardens. It constitutes an excellent place for quietness in the middle of the city. In Lawrence's memory, when he was in school, he would come here every month to have a picnic with his classmates.

When he walked to the place where the crowd gathered, the place where the incident happened was a wood on a hill. The police had already arrived here and cordoned off the cordon. There were a few burly policemen with their gun holsters on their waists, driving away the onlookers who were trying to squeeze in to watch the excitement.

There was a very strange smell at the scene, even if Lawrence was seven or eight meters away from the cordon, he could smell a smell like a bad egg. Across the huddled crowd, he saw the half-clad body in underwear lying there, covered with a white sheet. There was a small pool of bright red blood that was still flowing here and there on the ground.

Obviously such a terrifying scene is not very suitable for ordinary people to see. So a few policemen took sticks and cloth from inside and prepared to surround the area without knowing it.

"Woo-woo-woo-" At this time, a black fully enclosed four-wheeled carriage with painted police badges on both sides drove over along the gravel path. After the car stopped, the back door of the stuffy tank compartment opened. Two police officers with the badges of the Special City Criminal Investigation Team on their chests jumped out of the car.

Lawrence squeezed to the edge of the cordon when the two policemen entered the scene, then lowered his head and carefully looked at the two corpses five or six meters away from him, especially the limbs exposed outside the white cloth.

"Huh—" After careful observation, Lawrence shrank his pupils slightly as if he saw something, and made a surprised sound in his mouth.

Since this was a very brutal murder case, the victim was a well-known figure in the city, and the place where the body was found was in the bustling Central Park in the city. Therefore, the pressure on the police is very high, which in turn further promotes the operational efficiency of the police.

A few minutes later, the body was transported into the closed compartment of the carriage that sent the criminal investigation team just now, and at the same time, the members of the criminal investigation team began to question the first few people who discovered the body.

Lawrence originally planned to leave with those who had watched the excitement, and then come back to check what he suspected after the police finished investigating, but just as he turned around, he heard a voice coming from behind. "Stop! You, wait there for a while."

After being called suddenly, Lawrence turned his head subconsciously. It turned out that the one who stopped him was a thin, middle-aged policeman with gray hair, hard facial features like stone carvings, and sharp eyes like a falcon.

He was wearing the same police uniform as the others, with the same Criminal Investigation Team badge on his chest. On the belt around his waist hung a large-caliber revolver that was a circle larger than a normal pistol.

"Hi, I'm Sergeant Hans." The old policeman came over and took out his ID, then pointed to a stone bench not far away and said, "I have a few questions to ask you now, If you don't mind, let's go over there and talk."

"Well, I am willing to cooperate with your work. After all, it is the duty of every good citizen to cooperate with the police." Lawrence shrugged helplessly. It was obvious that the policeman should have seen his expression just now, but A person with a strange expression at the scene of the murder will definitely be called by the police immediately for investigation.

"Okay, what's your name?" As soon as the two sat down, Sergeant Hans took out a small notebook and a pencil from his body, and then asked the first question with a serious face.

"Lawrence, Lawrence August." After saying his name, Lawrence suddenly noticed that the policeman sitting across from him seemed less serious than before.

"Lawrence August, you are a student who just graduated from the Faculty of Medicine of Far Harbor Comprehensive University this year, right?"

"Yes, yes." Lawrence looked at the opposite policeman in surprise. He didn't know why the sheriff could know his specific identity just after hearing his name.

"I'm Edward's father." Sergeant Hans explained, looking at Lawrence who was a little surprised. "Edward's family has mentioned you many times, and our family is very grateful for your help in his studies. By the way, you can call me Frank."

After discovering the relationship between the two parties, the atmosphere between the two became much easier. Before Sergeant Hans could ask a question, Lawrence took out the licensed detective certificate and handed it over while speaking. "I have been living in St. Gutenberg Cathedral for three days because of some things, and the priests there can testify for me."

"That's right." After reading the documents Lawrence handed over, Sergeant Hans immediately believed what Lawrence said. As the sheriff, he naturally knows what this license represents?

"By the way, I just watched you frowning there, can you tell me what you found?" Sergeant Hans asked when returning the documents to Lawrence.

This is an act of rushing to the doctor because the victims of the case and the location of the incident are too sensitive. Other than that, no traces other than the victim were found at the scene, neither hair, fingerprints nor footprints at all. It was as if the victim had fallen straight from the sky.

"Of course, I'd love to share my findings with you." Lawrence nodded. "Have you heard the legend about the vampire baroness?"