The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

"What about you..." Rendell looked away from the lifted head and looked at Lind hesitantly.

"I smell nothing but blood and rotten flesh!" Linde said slowly, pointing to his nose.

"I don't understand. What else smells like?" Rendell heard what Lind said and subconsciously twitched his nose. As a result, the stench in the room made his face wrinkle up. "Just the stench."

Linde lightly kicked the scarlet meat mud that flowed out of the corpse's abdomen with his toes. "This is a mixture of fresh meat and soil. You can smell it if you get closer."

"Forget it." He exited the room and looked at Corso, "Is this the artistic creation you are talking about?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" Corso was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't look very smart anyway. "I think it's quite... artistic!"

Perhaps it was because he had seen so many corpses that he lacked the fear of corpses, or perhaps for other reasons.

Anyway, in his mind, this is a work of art made from a corpse, no different from a statue carved from marble.

Rendell shook his head helplessly and looked at Cass, who was taking care of old Langdon, "Cass."

"Um!"

"Come and talk to this detective!" Rendell said, carrying old Langdon down, and then Corso ran over and picked up old Langdon, "Boss, I'll do it."

Cass nodded, greeted the two people in the room, and walked downstairs.

Afterwards, Linde took another look at the glue gun scattered on the wall.

"Do you think it was Langdon who set off the gas?" Merkleton looked at Lind.

Lind looked at Merkleton. Apparently the detective also noticed the previously sealed window.

"It doesn't seem like it. Although the glue gun for sealing the windows is in this room, I don't think he has the need. According to Old Langdon, little Langdon still has no desire to attack him even when he is insane."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that means you chose to believe in this beautiful human nature without any evidence, and directly eliminate little Langdon's suspicion?" Merkelton threw his head on the bed and smiled slowly.

Lind thought for a while, looked around, and said nothing. He didn't know how to answer him now. Indeed, he knew that this unconditional belief in human nature was wrong. But when he saw the words Langdon Sr. said to his son, it was really difficult for him to think in those directions.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see here anymore." Seeing that he didn't speak, Merkleton called for everyone to go out.

At this time, Rendell had already carried the unconscious old Langdon down, and Corso seemed to be constantly observing downstairs. At the same time, Lind could also hear Cass's voice standing on the phone outside the door.

"You ask people to investigate around No. 16 Jinhua Street, cemeteries, hospitals and crematoriums. See if they have stolen a male corpse, about 1.8 meters tall. The specific identity is unknown..."

Linde and Merkleton walked down, and Corso was leaning against the wall waiting for them to come down, or in other words, waiting for Merkleton to come down.

"There is nothing to see down there, nothing. Except for the gas valve that was twisted open, everything else seems to be fine. All the windows have been sealed with tape from the inside... I still think the most suspicious person is "Little Langdon."

Merkleton nodded, and Cass came back at this time, "Boss, everything has been taken care of."

Rendell in the living room responded, and Cass said as he walked, "Boss, this is very strange, why don't you just leave it to me. If I remember correctly tonight, it's from Greater London. Rodhan’s party, right?”

Rendell frowned and said, "I won't go."

"Aren't you going?" Cass whispered, "Are you really not going? That was the gang idol of our childhood! And with his help, we should be able to avoid a lot of obstacles."

Rendell looked at Cass, "My biggest obstacle now is this matter. Such a vicious incident happened in Surrey County, and I can't ignore it yet."

Lind watched them talking and felt that they really didn't look like gangsters at all, but rather like enthusiastic citizens and messengers of justice. As revealed in the conversation just now, Cass and Lendl must have known each other since they were very young.

"Boss, do you need to call the police? They may have more professional methods." Corso also walked over and asked.

"You can't call the police!" Merkelton said categorically, "Little Langdon is mentally disturbed, and the police department's biggest suspicion is that they don't ask questions. On the contrary, not only can't call the police, we also have to investigate the police station."

Kass and Corso looked at Rendell, waiting for his order.

Rendell took a deep breath, stood up from the sofa again, and nodded, "There is really no need to call the police. The police station here is too incompetent." As he said that, he changed his previous appearance and said,

"Cass, find two gentle-looking people, put on police uniforms and start visiting the neighborhood here to investigate. Mainly asking about church matters and little Langdon's situation.

At the same time, they were calling for someone to clean up the place, take the two of them back, and interrogate little Langdon. "

After that, he looked at Corso and said, "This is probably not the first time you and this detective have cooperated. You are responsible for cooperating with Merkleton's investigation. If you need help, please contact Cass."

Corso agreed, "Yes, boss."

Obviously, Lendl knows that there is not much he can do in this series of things. His advantage is that he has many helpers.

A few people nodded, and Rendell added, "There are other arrangements, and I will inform you by phone later."

Several people nodded. Seeing this, Rendell looked at Lind and said, "Pennywise, you go home first."

Linde frowned. His idea has not changed. He used the power of this helpful gangster to obtain information for free to help him catch this Cthulhu cult.

In Linde's mind, those who have no role will be kicked out, and now, he is obviously the one who has no role. He asks himself that he does not seem to have a role comparable to other people in this group. Intelligence and investigation are all There are better people to do it.

Sure enough, he was still kicked out! Linde was a little irritated. It is undeniable that in some cases, the power of an organization is much greater than that of a person. But looking at the current situation, it seems that I can no longer enjoy the organizational dividends.

"Okay!" Linde said helplessly.

Lendl patted his little bald head and said seriously, "I will really tell you." After saying that, he took out a mobile phone and handed it to Linde, "There is only one phone in here, and that is me. of."

well? Don't you want to kick me out?

Linde has not yet reacted. His idea of ​​"being kicked out of the team if he has no effect" is correct, but that is correct between them as adults, not as a child like him.

Linde answered the phone. In this era, a mobile phone costs a lot of money. Most of the time, everyone basically uses public phones and home landlines.

Linde nodded and then walked out of the room, leaving them to continue their discussion inside.

After a while, several cars drove into Jinhua Street one after another. Rendell came out and met the respectful eyes of the gang members. He looked up and looked a little confused.

"Why so many crows?"

At this time, on the house opposite him, two crows were quacking next to each other, and there was also a crow on the TV antenna next to him. There were still several crows flying in the sky. Rendell took a look and found that the activities of those crows were basically concentrated on Jinhua Street...

At this time, Linde returned to the business district, and he now planned to go to the mall to buy something.

"Plant essential oils, silver, oil candles, copper powder, yarn..." These were all things that were difficult to collect in the past. In modern society, they have different business names and attributes. Can be purchased directly.

I won’t talk about silver and copper. For common metals, just buy gauze at the drugstore and take it apart. As for plant essential oils, he bought freshly squeezed olive oil for cooking, oil candles, and suitable sex candles in a store... They were particularly good.

When he returned to Mrs. Figg's house, he passed through an alley carrying these things, and then his hands became empty again.

"Mr. Pennywise!" A somewhat familiar voice called him.

Lind turned around and saw that Detective Merkleton was walking towards him.

"Mr. Detective!" Linde greeted with a smile, gradually becoming wary. He was not sure if this guy was following him.

"I didn't expect to meet you here," Merkelton came over and walked side by side with Linde.

"Didn't you continue to discuss the investigation?" Linde asked curiously,

"Actually, there is not much information that can be obtained there. It was basically collected in a while. Now I am planning to go to the bar where old Langdon went to investigate." As he said, Merkleton sighed, "It's a pity that that bar The bar is not Mr. Rendell’s property, otherwise it would be more convenient.”

"Actually, you wouldn't trust even his property, right?" Linde laughed.

"Haha!" Merkelton smiled, "You're right, I'm quite suspicious." As he said that, he changed the subject, "Do you think Mr. Rendell is weird?"

Linde didn't understand what he wanted to say, but he still nodded, "That's right. I feel like he has a great hatred for cults and drugs."

Merkleton nodded, "I have some gossip here, I wonder if you are willing to listen to it."

"Free?"

"No!" Merkleton shook his head.

"Then what do you want from a child?" Linde was a little confused.

Merkleton looked at him several times, then paused on his robe, "You are not an ordinary person, Mr. Pennywise."

"What makes ordinary people different from ordinary people?" Linde asked doubtfully.

Merkleton shook his head, "Mr. Pennywise, you don't have to doubt it. I have been a detective for almost twenty years. After so many years in the industry, every few years there will always be a case that is difficult to explain and then closed in a hurry." .

However, no one, including me, can recall the details of those cases.

So at this time, I will choose to review the entire case. It turned out that many details in the case did not match up. "

“The case I remember most is that of a woman who was whipped to death and found in her bedroom at home.

At that time, I was trying to make inferences based on the blood stains on the clothes on the female body, but I ended up saying for sure: "The body itself has no bleeding wounds, so the blood stains on the clothes... are the prints on the clothes!" ""

Merkleton looked at Linde, "Can you understand? I said such nonsense at the time, but everyone including me... everyone nodded in agreement and said that my reasoning was too right."

Lind immediately realized what Merkleton wanted to say. Isn't this situation the application of the Confusion Curse?

"What's more terrifying is that my memory has been interrupted since then."

There is also Oblivion, which is obviously the work of a wizard.

As he said, the two stopped by the roadside, and Merclayton looked at Lind with burning eyes,

"Do you know that feeling? It's like when it's snowing, you are observing the footsteps in the snow, and you think in your mind, 'The owner of this footstep is walking normally...'

Then the next moment, the footsteps suddenly become extremely messy, and at this time you think, 'He suddenly started dancing while walking...'

Then, the footsteps suddenly disappeared, from the blank snow - disappeared. You can only infer that 'After dancing, he flew away.'

Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable." Merclayton said.

"And this is not an isolated case. In the cases I have investigated for more than 20 years, more than ten cases were closed inexplicably without a beginning or an end.

Every time I was reasoning and investigating, I didn't feel anything strange, but when I reviewed it, I realized the weirdness.

So I inferred that there is another force in this world, which is hidden in our lives and affects us."

Merckighton looked at the traffic and said affirmatively, "There are really people in this world who can fly in the snow."

"Hmm... very interesting story." Linde smiled.

Merckighton looked into Linde's eyes and said firmly, "Mr. Pennywise, you are one of the owners of that mysterious power. You are definitely not a thirteen-year-old child."

"I am a thirteen-year-old child." Linde said helplessly. Sure enough, the Confusion Spell, the Forgetting Spell and the Restoration Spell cannot perfectly cover up the existence of wizards.

Especially for a professional detective like Merclayton, wizards thought that everything would be fine after casting a spell, but they never realized how conspicuous the "details" they left behind were in the eyes of some people, just like the footsteps that suddenly disappeared in the snow...

And now, Merclayton, who realized that there was another side to this world, found Lind, and even exaggeratedly thought that Lind was an alternative guy in the skin of a thirteen-year-old child, just like those written in a vernacular novel.

"I still don't understand what you are talking about?" Lind said.

"If you pay attention, you can see that there is always a stick-like object in your sleeve." Merclayton said,

"My knife!" Lind said, "The knife I used to cut open the body's belly."

"Let's not talk about how big the difference between your behavior pattern and that of a thirteen-year-old child is, just talk about your knife!

Don't you put your knife in your sleeve without a scabbard? And it's a sharp three-pointed bayonet." Merclayton said.

"..."

"Mr. Pennywise, I don't have any bad intentions. I just..." Seeing that Lind didn't speak, Merclayton hurriedly explained, as if he was afraid that Lind would disappear into a puff of smoke in the next second.

"I just have a morbid curiosity, just like I am extremely eager for complicated and weird cases."