The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

In another clean and tidy four-wheel carriage, three people, Joyce, Sophia and Dean, were sitting.

Joyce closed her eyes to rest, Sophia sat upright, and Dean kept his head lowered, wondering if he was thinking about the case.

If a straight line is drawn on the map between No. 14 Stone Street and the location of General Gordon's banquet... then Stirling Street is exactly at the trisection point, close to Stone Street.

It would be impossible for Joyce to choose a completely unfamiliar street as the location of the crime because it would be too easy to make a mistake.

Soon, the carriage stopped steadily on the side of the road.

Joyce got out of the car and found that the entire street was deserted, with only a few shop owners tentatively looking outside. Upon closer inspection, yellow warning lines had been drawn up on both sides of the road, and the police were driving away curious people.

He turned his attention to Dean, who explained:

"I sent a message to the police station and asked them to cordon off the scene in advance."

"You are very suitable for the police profession." Joyce commented.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Baron." Dean put his hand on his chest and said respectfully: "Please."

Joyce strolled down the empty streets of Stirling.

As a colony, Bayam's initial urban planning was not perfect and even a bit rough, so there were many alleys and turns in the entire street.

Joyce pretended to hesitate, and finally stopped at an intersection:

"It should be here, but..."

Dean had been following behind him. When he heard this, he looked towards the ground. There were faint ruts in various directions and the paving stones were a little uneven. It didn't look like a crime scene at all. He added:

"However, the blood stains that should have been there have disappeared."

Joyce nodded in agreement: "That's right."

"Although the moonlight was dim last night, the assassin was stabbed by me, and Karl's serious injury cannot be faked. There will definitely be blood dripping. Why not?"

"unless……"

Dean rubbed his smooth chin with his hand and muttered: "The assassin was worried about being exposed, so he returned to the scene at night to remove all traces."

"Mr. Baron, you didn't stay here longer after the assassin escaped."

Joyce looked like he was in a daze, and then replied: "Carl was seriously injured at the time. I was eager to save his life, so naturally I wouldn't stop."

Dean knelt down, inspected carefully and put forward his speculation:

"This assassin must be a cautious veteran. Such a cunning suspect is very difficult to catch, but we can conduct an investigation based on this characteristic of his."

"Bayam doesn't say big or small, there aren't too many killers of this level... What do you think, Mr. Baron?"

Joyce did not comment too much: "You are a professional."

Dean apologized and called the police officers who were patrolling the road to inquire at nearby businesses.

Unfortunately, the result was not ideal. The owners of several shops had other residences and would not stay on this street at night. There was only one shopkeeper on duty, but he was drunk last night and didn't hear anything.

Dean concluded: "It seems that the assassin carefully chose this location as the place to assassinate."

Then, he turned to Joyce: "Mr. Baron, do you have anything else to add?"

Joyce recalled for a moment, shook his head and said no more, and asked in a deep voice:

"Find the assassin as soon as possible, and I will make him and the people behind him pay the due price."

Dean stood at attention and saluted, and solemnly promised: "We will complete the mission, Mr. Baron."

Watching Joyce's carriage leave, Dean stood there for a while. The young police officer next to him stepped forward and asked:

"Boss, how do we check?"

Dean glanced at his childhood friend and asked, "How to check?"

"Remove the blockade, pack your things and return to the police station, and issue a wanted order immediately."

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The carriage restarted, and Joyce said: "Don't rush home, let's go to Enmat Street first."

"Okay, Mr. Baron." Kumar, who never thought he would become a coachman in this way, agreed.

Sophia asked curiously: "What are you going to Enmat Street for?"

"Going to meet a friend," Joyce said softly.

It's a pity that I didn't see this friend...

On Enmatt Street, opposite the Four Seasons Cafe, the small shop that was supposed to have the "House of Divination" sign has changed beyond recognition, and several dark-skinned locals are dismantling the furniture and decorations in the shop.

Joyce stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing here? Where is the previous store?"

The middle-aged supervisor was also a local. When he saw Joyce's appearance and clothing, he bent down to please him and said:

"Dear sir, this place is being renovated and is preparing to open a grocery store."

"Where is the original shop owner?" Joyce asked.

The middle-aged supervisor did not dare to straighten up and said with a smile:

"The beautiful lady sold me the house two days ago and then left without saying where she was going."

Two days ago, wasn't that the second day after I completed the transaction with her... Good guy, do you need to be so cautious? Just because I knew her details, I sold the house directly...

Well, maybe she sold the store because she no longer needed to play the role of "divineer" after being promoted to "Joker"...

Joyce sighed silently, wondering if she would attend the party next Wednesday... Unproven potion formulas are always worrying, even if Emily has no reason to harm herself in this way.

That’s all, I’ll collect the materials first, and then verify the authenticity of the formula if I have the chance... But the extraordinary channels I currently have are too single, and Diego has been killed by me, so it will be difficult to gain anything more from the "Balance"... I need it.

Attend more extraordinary parties…

Although I haven’t received any invitations from other extraordinary people’s gatherings, it’s not just me, so I can just be the mountain!

It is mentioned in the novel that "Swordfish Bar" and "Swordfish Bar" will regularly hold gatherings of extraordinary people. I will go to find out about it tomorrow...

Wait, didn't Ove, the boss of the Bay Tree Bar, get killed? But he didn't take away the Beyonder characteristics. It's easy to train a new spokesperson... Well, to be cautious, give priority to the Swordfish Bar.

Joyce made up his mind and the carriage returned home safely.

Sophia was obviously relieved. Joyce smiled and said, "What are you worried about, being assassinated in broad daylight?"

"Human psychology is very strange, and you cannot consider the thoughts of a madman with normal people's thinking."

Joyston stepped forward and said, "I didn't expect you to have such in-depth thinking. This is the result of studying hard."

"I have always been very profound." Sophia raised her head and said. Then she realized that Mr. Baron was calling her stupid, gritted her teeth secretly, and followed her with her little fists waved.

After lunch, "Provocateur" Hunter appeared at No. 14 Stone Street from Rose Manor.

"Master, do you have any clues about the assassin?" Hunter asked as soon as they met.

Joyce personally took Hunter to the living room and motioned for him to sit down:

"The Bayam Police Station has sent people to issue a wanted warrant. I believe there will be results soon."

"But the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear. I'm worried that they will take risks again during this period, so I called you back."

Hunter nodded, his hairline seemed to have receded more obviously than in the past few days: "I will rearrange the security level at home to meet military standards."

"This is exactly what I hope for, Mr. Hunter, are all the guards trained at home trustworthy?" Joyce asked abruptly.

Hunter stood up from the sofa and said seriously: "My soldiers will fight until the last moment like Karl, even if it costs their lives."

"I believe you have worked hard during this period, Mr. Hunter." Joyce also stood up and said.

"it is my responsibility."