The Master of the Strange Realm

"Dad's antique shop, oh, I know, it's the one on Queen's Avenue 5."

The two did not communicate much afterwards, but kept silent and followed Mrs. David into the house.

This detective is an ordinary person, and Jenkins is not very interested in him.

The financial situation of David's family may be better than Jenkins thought. There are actually three maids in the family. The youngest one led Jenkins to check the things that were ready to be sold, while Mr. Detective and Mrs. David went to the study to talk together.

Mr. David has a lot of collections, each of which has an appraisal certificate. He transformed a guest room on the second floor of the villa into a collection room. There are rows of shelves in the room, with a variety of antiques.

The maid brought tea to Jenkins, and then he sat at the table in the collection room, checking the certificates and actual items one by one. This work is not complicated, but it is very tedious. The young maid Miss Bester did not leave here either. On the one hand, she supervised Jenkins to prevent him from doing small tricks, which is also what she should do. On the other hand, she was attracted by the small chocolate. Young girls always like such cute pets.

Chocolate was lying on Jenkins' left hand, with one eye open, and his amber eyes kept looking at his master who was working hard.

Jenkins made a list and recorded the items that the owner was going to sell. Most of the antiques and certificates could be matched, but he still needed to be cautious.

His pocket watch was broken when he "accidentally" found the [Doomsday Document] yesterday, so Jenkins himself was not sure how long it had been.

All he knew was that when he was chatting with the maid about the cost of raising pets, hurried footsteps sounded, and the middle-aged maid who followed Mrs. David in the carriage walked in with a pale face.

"What's wrong?"

Jenkins put down the pen in his hand and asked softly.

"Madam, Madam..."

She didn't even finish her words, and she collapsed to the ground.

PS: If there is no additional update today, it will be interrupted here, then this is a very standard chapter break.

Chapter 229 Chapter 225 The Reasoning Method of the Gifter

The two were startled. Jenkins immediately laid the unconscious maid flat on the floor. The young maid, Best, rushed out and soon came back with a bottle of wine. After feeding the middle-aged maid some gin, she slowly woke up.

She widened her eyes, looking like the abstract painting on the wooden shelf, and shouted in a sharp voice:

"Ah, the lady is dead!"

Jenkins put down his work and hurried downstairs with the cat and two maids. The study was the second room in the corridor on the right side of the stairs. When they arrived, they saw the last maid trembling and leaning against the wall at the door. Mrs. David was lying on her back on the soft red wool carpet. There was a glass next to her right hand, and the liquid in the glass was soaking the carpet.

And Mr. Detective squatted beside Mrs. David with a pale face. Hearing the voice behind him, he immediately turned his head and shook his head gently at the few people.

The women's emotions had reached the edge of collapse. The maid Best was in the best condition. She took a few more cups, and everyone drank a few sips of wine before they could barely calm down.

Detective Ignatz and Jenkins did not drink. The detective stood up, looked at the body and told Jenkins what had just happened.

Detective Ignatz's visit today was to complete the investigation entrusted by Mrs. David. Because the content of the investigation report involved privacy, the door of the study was closed during the conversation between the two. The maid had already brought snacks and tea in advance, but the detective who was anxious to report did not touch them.

Just as he was reading the investigation report, Mrs. David poured herself a glass of wine. About twenty minutes later, she stood up and prepared to take a look at the documents in the detective's hand. Who knew that she fell to the ground after just a few steps.

Ignatz was afraid of causing trouble, so he did not approach immediately, but opened the door and called the maid, and then checked Mrs. David's condition under their gaze.

Calling Jenkins down was actually thinking of asking him to be a witness.

"I will only tell the police what I saw."

Jenkins raised his hand and said this, then squatted down beside the woman, stretched out his fingers and pressed on the artery in her neck, but he could no longer feel any beating.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he looked at the face of the corpse again. It is difficult to describe what the woman's expression was like in her last moments, but her lips have now turned black, and there are abnormal bruises on both sides of her cheeks. There are no wounds or blood now, so the possibility of poisoning is relatively high.

"Have you called the police?"

He asked in a low voice, and the ugly detective nodded and pointed out the window with his hat-grabbing hand: "Before you came down, I had already told the groom to go to Carfax Field, and the police gentlemen should arrive within half an hour."

Jenkins did not comment, but pressed on his chest. Because he was worried that the cat would run around at the scene, the chocolate stayed in his chest pocket like when he took the train.

It stuck its head out of the collar at this time and looked curiously at the four people in the room.

This sudden murder had nothing to do with Jenkins, because everyone could prove that he came here by accident today. From the detective's description just now, we can temporarily conclude that the wine glass that fell next to the corpse may contain poisoned wine.

As for the source of the poison, it could be the maid or the detective. In other words, any of the five people in the room at this time, except Jenkins, who has always had an alibi and has never been to this room, could be the murderer.

"What am I thinking?"

He leaned against the wall by the door and loosened the top button of his coat. It was too hot in the room.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, don't interfere casually."

Jenkins thought as he scanned the people in the room one by one. The three maids gathered together, praying continuously and lamenting their misfortune in a low voice.

The host and hostess died at the same time within a week. Even if the incident had nothing to do with them, no family would be willing to hire them. This has nothing to do with so-called superstition, but no one wants to get into trouble.

Whatever Jenkins could think of, Detective Ignatz could think of. As the last person to be alone with the deceased, he would naturally be regarded as a suspect. If you insist on investigating the body before the arrival of the police gentlemen, and find the murderer, everyone will be happy, the police can add themselves to the year-end report, and the detective can go home safely for dinner; if he cannot find it, he It is very likely that he will be identified as a murderer, which is a common thing in this era.

For police officers in this era, solving cases perfectly is a rare thing. If the evidence clearly points to a certain person and no one disagrees, then that person can be identified as the murderer.

The detective also stood quietly at the door. Their eyes met by chance. He smiled reluctantly. The hat in his hand was pinched, and he was worried that he would be implicated in this matter.

After entering the house, Jenkins had confirmed that the maid, Mrs. Davide, and the detective were all ordinary people. With safety first in mind, he scanned the room again. The maids standing in the corner had no color at all, and the same was true for the detective.

But in the center of this room, on the wine glass that fell to the ground, there was a faint green aura. If it weren't for the fact that the carpet was red, in stark contrast to the green, Jenkins might have missed the clue.

"Is it related to extraordinary power? Why did I encounter this kind of thing again?"

He lamented his misfortune in his heart and squinted his eyes to look at the color.

It only appears on one side of the upper rim of the wine glass, and it looks a bit like a lip print.

"There is no aura in alcohol, so... lipstick is really poisonous?"

He was thinking about it, then he stretched out his right hand and raised it to his chest, and rubbed Chocolate's head with his fingertips. The latter narrowed his eyes and made a "meow" sound.

In the impression, Mrs. David was going to attend a funeral. Even though she was very sad, she still put on very light makeup for the sake of dignity. He didn't know the habits of ladies, but there should be a layer of lipstick on their lips.

When it was confirmed whether she was really dead, there seemed to be no color on her blackened lips. In other words, the murderer should have taken off her makeup at home?

The maids were still leaning together, praying and crying quietly, while Mr. Detective looked at them anxiously. Due to the supine position of the body, Jenkins had no way of confirming whether there was an aura on the lips, but there should be no mistaking it.

PS: Feeding overly excited people alcohol is something I learned from Sherlock Holmes and Harry Potter, as for the principle... I don’t know. If anyone knows, please share it in the post. Could it be that alcohol has a sedative effect?

Chapter 230 Chapter 226 The writer who occasionally guest-stars as a detective

Since winter is approaching, in order to keep the indoor temperature comfortable, there are no windows in the study. Through the glass, you can see the pedestrians and carriages passing on the street. It is another day with bad air. The impact of the workers' riots seems to have completely dissipated. The factories that work day and night are breathing sweat and black smoke.

A stooped man hurried past the fence. The outline of his face was very familiar. Jenkins' eyes narrowed sharply, and at the same time he felt the nut on his chest heating up. But he quickly regained his composure, because Miss Miller in disguise also passed by the fence a few seconds later.

"Have you found him yet?"

He thought to himself and couldn't help but frown.

"Mr. Willamt, did you think of something?"

Probably because Jenkins' calm demeanor and tightened brow gave Detective Ignaz wrong information, he couldn't help but ask.

Jenkins shook his head, but when he saw the covered papers scattered on the table, he asked again:

"I'm just curious. I wonder why Mrs. David is looking for you?"

"I'm sorry, I have to keep my customer's secret, even though she is now..."

The two of them looked at the body at the same time, and then whispered a prayer. Detective Ignaz's belief is the [Eternal Blazing Sun] who has the priesthood of justice, and that prayer is very familiar.

"Of course, if the gentlemen of the police ask, I will tell the story, but I hope it does not damage the reputation of these two poor people."

The detective continued talking and looked at Mrs. David with some pity. When Jenkins thought about it, the matter he was investigating should be something disgraceful like extramarital affairs.

"Do you think it was poisoning? I mean, I usually like to read some detective novels. In this case, the possibility of poisoning is higher, right?"

"It cannot be so simple to conclude, it may be some rare hidden disease... Mr. Williamte, the real murder case is actually very different from the description in the book, and it is difficult to find the cause of death through simple observation. Speaking of which, there are very few people like you who can remain calm in front of a corpse."

Whether this sentence is a test or something else, Jenkins must get past this doubt:

"I have seen corpses more horrific than this. The antiques in my father's antique shop not only include goldware, furniture or oil paintings. Some people with unique tastes also like to collect ancient corpses. That is a viscount. Sorry, I can't Say his name. Two months ago, Dad got a coffin from somewhere. I cleaned it with him. The body inside was completely shriveled. He was wrapped in white cloth, and then the skin. The color…sorry.”

Seeing the young maid beside him begin to retching, Jenkins immediately stopped talking. The above incident is true, but the person who purchased the body was not a viscount, but a believer in [End of Death]. This is the business of the church.

Detective Ignaz looked at the wine glasses on the carpet and the maids nearby from time to time. He was also suspicious of these three ladies. Judging from the general situation, Jenkins has little to do with this matter. He may leave after recording a confession. The detective is not new to the industry. He can use the relationship to cut off the connection with this matter as long as he gets rid of suspicion. These three maids will become important suspects in the case. Once the clues of the case are interrupted and the detective can prove his innocence, then one of them will be next, and it is very likely to be identified as a suspect, especially if he can be contacted. with wine glass.

"Ladies, may I ask who prepared Mrs. Davide's wine?"

Detective Ignaz unexpectedly asked this question.

"What does he want to do? Has the murderer been found?"

Jenkins thought doubtfully that rashly getting involved in the case, especially for the detective who ended up getting along with the deceased, would only get him into trouble.

"it's me."

The third maid raised her hand. She was also young and had some freckles on her face. Jenkins didn't know much about her, and the two had not spoken.

The woman looked at the detective and the wine glass, with a panic expression on her face: "Sir, you are not doubting..."

"No, no, no, ma'am, please relax."

If the detective hadn't interrupted, the woman who uttered the last words might have been so excited that she passed out. But even so, she was still so scared that she would have fallen to the ground if she hadn't been supported by her companions.

"Did you prepare the wine and deliver it?"

"Yes, sir. Oh, it really has nothing to do with me. Madam bought this bottle of wine from the Bonton Winery. Mr. David was still there at that time, and they..."

She screamed again, eyes rolling up and gasping for air.

Several people were busy for a while, and then they calmed her down. Jenkins looked at the detective, who spread his hands and showed an innocent expression.

"Please don't worry, we are not sure yet that this is poisoning. Even if it is poisoning, the toxin does not necessarily come from the wine...it may also be a problem with the wine glass."

Jenkins whispered comforting words.

The woman who had just woken up turned pale again: "I am also responsible for cleaning and preparing the wine glasses."

"No, no, it might not be the wine glass."

Jenkins said hurriedly, his eyes passing over the faces of the detective and the other two maids, and then looking at the bodies on the ground:

"It could also be other places, such as..."

The writer, who was an apprentice in an antique shop but was now acting as a detective, made a cameo appearance. He mentioned five "for example" in a row, then touched his chin uneasily, and continued to add in a panic: "It's also possible that someone has sneaked in." Go over here and poison the glass, or the wine, or something like that."

The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, "Yes, that's it. The murderer may have come from outside the house, and the poisonous thing may have been taken by the lady a long time ago, but it was not until just now that she unfortunately became ill. . Things like funeral food and the lady’s lipstick may be poisoned.”

"Is this the description in "The Legend of Detective Knight"?"

The maid Best said in a trembling voice, and Jenkins immediately showed an embarrassed expression on his face, while he was secretly happy in his heart:

"Very well, ma'am, that's very nice of you to cooperate."

Mr. Detective seemed to have thought of something and narrowed his eyes. He turned around, carefully observed the expressions of the three maids, and then approached the corpse again. He squatted down, as if confirming something.

"That reminds me."

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Chapter 231 Chapter 227 The real murderer

Detective Ignaz stood up and announced to everyone: "Mr. William's words are also very reasonable. Maybe someone from outside the house has invaded here. Please don't worry."

He walked back and forth a few steps, his black leather shoes making a slapping sound on the wooden floor at the edge of the carpet.

"But there are still some issues that need to be confirmed. If we can find the murderer before the police gentlemen arrive, I think everyone can avoid some trouble."

"Mr. Detective, do you already know who the murderer is?"

Jenkins asked immediately, and Ignaz nodded to him, "Yes, I have made a preliminary judgment. Now I need to check some of the items everyone is carrying. Is that okay?"

Of course no one would question it, as ordinary people have a very bad impression of the police station. If the detective can find decisive evidence before the police arrive, the criminal will be severely punished and the innocent will not be implicated.

Jenkins could see that the maids did not have any auras on them, so the detective's investigation was in vain. But since everyone was looking through their pockets, he couldn't shirk it.

There were a few emergency charms in the pocket of his coat. For ordinary people, these were just regular-shaped metal pieces. But if you can hide them, hide them. Safety comes first.

He subconsciously looked down at the chocolate in his pocket, reached out his hand to it, and patted it gently. The cat immediately made a noise of dissatisfaction. Seeing that Jenkins was busy playing with the cat and that he was indeed not suspicious, the detective did not ask to check his belongings.

After confirming that there were no suspicious items on the maids, the detective asked Jenkins to be a witness and took out the items he was carrying. When Jenkins searched him, he accidentally touched something metal-like on his waist covered by his coat. It should be a pistol. He curled his lips and pretended not to touch it.

Since the detective was confident in letting him search him, he must have a gun license. But it's better not to take it out now, otherwise the maids will definitely collapse.

After checking each other, Detective Ignatz suggested that everyone go to the kitchen to take a look. The kitchen is not far from this room. As long as all the windows and doors here are locked, there is no need to worry about someone destroying the scene.