The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

News of Joyce's assassination spread quickly. First, General Gordon sent someone to express his condolences.

After that, guests came to visit one after another, familiar ones, new ones, even unfamiliar ones... basically all expressed their sympathy for Joyce and their dissatisfaction with certain people.

After finally dealing with a major whom she met at a banquet, Joyce thought of escaping and going to the Swordfish Bar, preferably to join the extraordinary party they held.

However, his intention was blocked by Mr. Hunter:

"Master, that assassin is still at large. If you want to go out, please allow me to accompany you."

You don’t need to be so rigorous, I made up the assassin... Does this count as shooting yourself in the foot... Joyce laughed at himself in his heart:

"The assassin was injured and won't do anything again for a while."

Hunter said seriously: "Assassins will have accomplices, and when dealing with enemies, you must not take any chances."

"Okay, you convinced me, I feel fine at home now." Joyce raised his hands in surrender.

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The next morning, Joyce received another unexpected visitor.

The chief of the Byam Police Department, the two met once at Congressman North's ball.

The host and guest sat down, and Joyce was the first to ask:

"Mr. Director came here in person. Has there been any major progress in the case?"

"Well, not yet..."

The slightly fat police chief rubbed his hands nervously, leaned forward, and was about to say something when he saw Sophia handing over a cup of tea. He hurriedly took it with both hands, put it on the table without moving, and said cautiously:

"Baron Best, I feel deeply guilty and angry about your assassination, and I will do my best to arrest the assassin."

"However, this case is too complicated, and its impact is getting bigger and bigger. You see..."

The director glanced up timidly: "Do you think you can hand over the case to MI9? They are much better than us in terms of ability and efficiency and will not delay your important matters."

Joyce took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"What, MI9 is ​​putting pressure on you?"

"No, no..." The director hurriedly waved his hands to deny, and then explained:

"Someone from MI9 did come to check the case files, but they did not bring up the idea of ​​taking over the case."

"Then why are you so anxious?" Joyce asked back: "I reported the crime on Sunday. It's only the third day. Is it appropriate for you to back off?"

"I have never urged you, am I putting pressure on you?"

The fat director took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his forehead, and complained:

"You didn't put any pressure, but my office door was almost broken through!"

Joyce asked curiously: "Oh, how do you say it?"

"Whether they are nobles, congressmen, officers, businessmen..." the director elaborated: "All the distinguished gentlemen in Bayam have sent people to the police station to urge the case to be solved as soon as possible, but we really do not have the ability!"

Joyce thought about what happened to him yesterday, and he also felt sad. He could understand the emergence of this situation... A major and a baron were assassinated at the same time. It was difficult not to make people think of it, and a sense of crisis naturally came.

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He thought for a while and continued to ask: "I heard that Dean has issued a wanted order. Isn't there anything to gain?"

"No." The director replied, but he was secretly complaining in his heart. Things like wanted warrants often appear when someone cannot be caught or they don't want to bother to catch them. How could they be harvested in such a short period of time?

Joyce took a second sip of tea. He felt that the matter had developed to this extent. His goal had been achieved and it was time to end it... So he decided:

"Mr. Director, don't be impatient. I am still very satisfied with the efficiency of the Bayam Police Department."

"Let's do this. You go back first and tell Dean not to be timid and to investigate with confidence. If you find any suspicious persons, arrest them immediately. I will go and identify them myself."

"The deadline is tomorrow. If the assassin can't be caught yet, he won't have to take care of the case."

The fat director nodded vigorously and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Joyce:

"No need to say anything else. That's it. It's settled. You won't be able to hold on for a whole day, right?"

The fat director shook his head again: "No, no."

"That's good." Joyce got up to see the guests off in person, and said comfortingly as he walked:

"Don't always think about the pressure. If the Bayam Police Department solves the case satisfactorily, what will those who care about this matter think of your ability..."

The fat director thought that this seemed to be the truth, so he felt a lot more relaxed, his expression no longer depressed, and he said goodbye and left.

Back in the police station's office, he asked someone to call over Dean, the lucky guy, and said seriously:

"Baron Best has given a deadline. The assassin must be caught before tomorrow. Mr. Baron will come to identify him personally. If he cannot be caught, you know the consequences. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Mr. Director, I promise to complete the mission." Dean stood at attention and promised loudly.

"Go ahead and handle the case quickly."

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"Mr. Baron, your attitude just now..."

After the police chief left, Sophia hesitated and said: "Something strange?"

"What's weird?" Joyce asked without looking back.

The maid's tone was full of confusion: "You don't seem to care about catching the assassin. Instead, you hinted to the police chief to complete the case as soon as possible... But the chief was only too nervous and probably didn't understand the profound meaning of your words."

Joyce smiled indifferently:

"It doesn't matter whether he understands it or not, as long as he conveys the words to Dean, it's fine."

Seeing that Mr. Baron did not refute her speculation, Sophia became even more confused:

"Why? Why did you let that assassin go?"

"I never said I would let that assassin go!" Joyce denied, while muttering in his mind: Although this assassin does not exist.

"not understand?"

Sophia shook her head: "I don't quite understand."

Joyce picked up a piece of white paper, shook it with his index finger, then pierced the white paper, and then explained in detail:

"This piece of paper represents me, and the index finger represents the assassin."

"The white paper is pierced by the index finger. Of course I can choose to cut off the index finger with a knife, but what happens after cutting it off? The middle finger and thumb... can be used to continue piercing the paper."

"What I want to do is to find out the owner of my index finger. Otherwise, I may be safe for a while, but there is a greater chance that I will be assassinated again and again..."

"Assassins are just tools. Only those who use the tools are my real enemies."

As soon as he finished speaking, Joyce felt an illusory breaking sound coming from his body, and his whole body fell into a wonderful state, as if a starry sky appeared in front of him, with countless bright and dark stars moving in regular directions.

There is no need to wait any longer, his "Assassin" potion has been completely digested.

Sophia on the side was pondering the meaning of his words and did not notice anything unusual about him:

"Are you trying to lure a snake out of its hole?"

Joyce took a deep breath and said easily:

"If the snake doesn't come out, how can I catch seven inches of it!"

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PS: Street Fighting Diary: This week’s recommendation is gone again. The future of this book is slim, so sad...