The Evil God of Hogwarts

The door to the attic on the top floor of the office building was ajar, and the door plate that read Frank Detective Agency showed that Xing Ze and the others were not in the wrong place.

John moved to the side of the door carefully and skillfully, and he gestured to Xing Ze with the wand in his hand.

Xing Ze nodded and walked to the other side of the door. When both of them were ready, he gently pushed the door open.

The wooden door slowly moved backwards. John looked inside, then suddenly jumped out of hiding and kicked the door open.

"Safe," he said, putting his wand away.

Xing Ze followed him into the room, and it was obvious that the detective didn't like spacious places. This cramped loft looks strangely urgent, like a dwarf standing in a crowded subway. Floor-to-ceiling windows provide a clear view of the floors opposite.

The room was in a mess. John was about to walk into the living room to check the situation, but was stopped by Xing Ze.

"Don't destroy the scene, just stand outside and watch. We will go in after Ruiben arrives."

"Just stand here and watch?" John felt a little confused. Although the entire room could be seen from the door, judging from the situation at the scene, it was obvious that a fierce fight had taken place here.

If you just stand here, you won't notice it in many corners, and John is not a patient person.

"For Merlin's sake, Xing Ze, something must have happened to that guy. We can't just stand there like this."

"I didn't just stand there stupidly." Xing Ze replied while carefully observing the entire room, trying to find more useful clues from the messy scene.

He entered the house in such a hurry that he did not notice the bulge of the doormat beneath his feet. Xing Ze's eyes fell on the doormat with a corner kicked up.

He must have tripped and dropped the matchbox. Xing Ze took a few steps forward and picked up the paper flip matchbox.

"I thought we shouldn't destroy the scene." John said.

"Believe me, the police's investigative capabilities are much higher than ours." Xing Ze put the matchbox into his pocket, "But one thing is that they are very suspicious and will always hide something from us unconsciously. So we need to Some trump cards to exchange.”

After speaking, he continued to analyze the situation in the room. The wall of clues was destroyed, indicating that the attacker should be related to what Frank was investigating.

Xing Ze walked to the side and looked at the desk. As mentioned before, he was in a hurry and didn't even have time to push the drawer back. It's possible that the murderer opened it.

Well - Xing Ze frowned and thought for a moment, then quickly denied this possibility. If the murderer opened it, he shouldn't have opened just one drawer.

Mr. Detective picked up the necessary information and put it into his briefcase. Xing Ze's eyes stopped next to a vase. The brown leather briefcase was left behind the vase, but there were no scattered documents.

The murderer took away the investigation information. Great, my workload has to increase again.

"You've been looking around like an owl since the beginning." John leaned over and said, "You didn't find any mice."

"Hmm." Xing Ze pointed to the hole in the wall opposite, "Bullet hole. Did you see Frank's weapon when you hung him upside down last time?"

"Let me see. I remember he had a gun on his belt, a wheeled kind."

After listening to John's words, Xing Ze lay on the ground.

"Now you're down on the ground like a prairie dog again."

Cartridge casing. .38 caliber, consistent with Frank's sidearm. But why, why are the bullet holes in the wall.

Xing Ze got up from the ground in confusion and looked at the ajar front door again. He thought about it for a while, then turned around and scanned the room.

"No blood."

John frowned and asked, "What?"

"No blood, no blood stains." Xing Ze said, "It's really interesting. There was such a fierce battle, but there was no blood stains at the scene."

"Maybe someone used magic to clear it." John took out his wand and cast a tracking spell. As a former Auror, he had never forgotten the tracking spell. But nothing happened.

"Remember to teach me this next time." Xing Ze said.

"Why do I feel like you are mocking me?" John spread his hands. "I'm not a wizard. The tracking spell didn't detect anything. This place is as clean as my wallet. So, what do you think? Or should we wait for that?" After a black brother arrives..."

"He came back from outside and tripped over the doormat. He didn't fall, but he kicked his left foot hard on the ground and left a footprint." Xing Ze took out a handkerchief from John's front pocket, then squatted down and used The handkerchief picked up the dirt around the footprints.

With his keen sense of smell, Xing Ze could smell the poisonous smell of snake grass coming from the soil even without putting it under his nose.

"I bet he should have just returned from the scene of four corpses. He walked straight to his desk with a clear goal, opened the drawer and took the investigation materials with the intention of leaving. He knew that he was being followed, and he also was in danger.

"So before replying, he contacted Burke and asked to meet A. He picked up the briefcase and was about to leave. Something attacked him from behind..."

"Wait a minute," John interrupted, "from behind, not from the front. Why can you tell it's from behind."

"Bullet holes in the wall." Xing Ze said, "If those bullet holes were caused by Frank opening the door and shooting, the bullet casing should be closer to the door, not to the middle of the room. As you can see, this place is clear at a glance. Open the door and you can See everything.”

"Perhaps they waited until he got to the middle of the room before attacking."

"Look, John, you can obviously think." Xing Ze mocked, "Don't forget, our detective stumbled when he came in. That's the best time to attack, if the other party wants his life. ”

"So what is the killer waiting for?"

"Investigation information." Xing Ze pointed to the empty briefcase, "I had the same doubt as you before, J. Why not kill Frank when he is most vulnerable, but wait until he is on guard until you A tracking spell was used."

"But my tracking charm didn't find anything."

"You should look more carefully. Some magic traces stayed in the open drawer for a while. Remember what you said before? Although Frank is a squib, he can also do some magic spells."

"He cast a spell on the drawers to ward off thieves."

"Yeah, like a safe."

"And the other party obviously doesn't have the ability to lift the spell, so he has to wait for Frank to take out the investigation information before killing him."

Xing Ze nodded, "He attacked from behind, but Frank must have sensed something. His briefcase flew away, and the pistol had little effect on the attacker."

As he spoke, Xing Ze looked at a broken chair, "The other party is very strong. And..." He walked to the edge of the chair and moved some fragments away with a handkerchief.

"And there are sharp claws." There are several deep claw marks on the ground of the fragments, which are consistent with the claw marks on the wall where the clues were destroyed.

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