The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What's wrong with that?"

Rebecca was a little puzzled. She had studied every piece of information here more than a dozen times.

At this time, Ashley noticed the abnormality at a glance, which made her feel a little bit upset when she was surprised.

"Look at this one."

The female assassin pulled out another photo, on which was a male corpse that had been cleaned.

There are criss-cross wounds between the chest and abdomen, even after being stitched up, it looks shocking.

According to the normal industrial process, it is impossible for the Kingdom of Elam in this era to master such advanced photographic technology.

However, there may be the interference of extraordinary power hidden in it. After all, the puppet Sigmund who is no different from a living person has seen it before, and it is not impossible for any extraordinary black technology to appear.

Because he needs to work late, Lawrence is used to carrying a dagger with him. He hardly uses this weapon, but the handle of the knife is soaked with sweat due to long-term carrying.

The end is also engraved with Lawrence's unique mark.

It was this weapon and the bloody clothes in the room that completely locked Lawrence's suspicion.

"It looks similar, but it's definitely not the dagger in the photo that caused these traumas." Ashley held her right hand falsely and made several volley gestures.

"Thirteen knives."

She looked up at Sigmund, "Even I can't keep such an ordinary weapon intact after stabbing the human body thirteen times."

"In addition, there is also a problem with the amount of blood entering the handle..."

Ashley talked eloquently, analyzing all aspects from the material of the handle, the splash of blood, the angle and strength of holding the knife.

To be honest, Sigmund could understand every word she said, but it was a bit foggy when combined.

But to sum it up, it's one sentence.

The weapon in the photo is not the knife that killed the man.

At this time, the female lawyer standing by was stunned.

"Even if it's me..."

What does it mean? And the few times she swung in the air... no, it was exactly thirteen.

Was she simulating the killer's attack?

Is this woman really just a private eye?

She looked at Ashley with suspicion, horror... and a little bit of admiration.

In this era, it is very difficult for a woman to make some achievements, and it is precisely because of this that Rebecca admires those outstanding women.

"Can you think of a way for me to see this knife?"

The female assassin's words interrupted Rebecca's thinking.

"You want to see the physical evidence?"

"Impossible, what happened today, this..." Rebecca shook her head.

"Your father was framed, this is not the murder weapon." The female assassin looked like Sigmund.

"Unless the person who does it is stronger than me." She then added, but Sigmund shook his head.

Impossible because there is no need.

If the murderer who killed the worker really had the skills of a female assassin, then the method of killing would never be so crude, and the police might not even be able to find the body.

Ashley pressed her forehead and scanned through the rest of the information. She recovered from a near-death state. She looks normal now, but her actual body is extremely weak.

After sorting out the case carefully, Ashley did not find a good breakthrough. She hoped to find a way to get in touch with the dagger, so that she might be able to find more direct clues.

"Take a good rest."

Sigmund interrupted Ashley's thinking. The female assassin was clearly out of spirits, and it was meaningless to persevere if her mind was confused.

"Okay." Ashley nodded, she was indeed supporting herself with perseverance.

After sending the female assassin into the room, Sigmund returned to the study.

"Those scum in the police station!"

The female lawyer pursed her lips, "Because of historical issues, there are too many posts in the police station, and many people just read newspapers and drink coffee every day."

"It's not all their fault."

Sigmund picked up the coffee pot next to the table, "The problems Ashley found required strong professionalism, and not just anyone can have such experience and judgment."

"Not to mention that most people prefer more direct evidence and close the case quickly."

As for whether there will be mistakes and omissions due to this, it is not within their consideration.

With the mastery of weapons and familiarity with the human body, the woman can completely restore the murderer's attack trajectory only through the wound.

This is the experience that can only be summed up by inserting many people.

"By the way, what happened to asking you to inquire about it?" Sigmund asked suddenly after drinking all the coffee in his cup.

"I have asked clearly."

"Antoine found Mr. Skind and wanted him to plead guilty directly. In addition, he had to read a statement in public. If Skind agreed to his request, he was willing to pay a sum of money as compensation."

"What statement?"

"I don't know. Mr. Skind rejected Antoine without even looking."

"Antoine is the owner of the perfume factory. Do you think he killed the workers in the factory and then blamed Mr. Skinde?" Rebecca gave her own speculation.

"If he really did it, witnesses, evidence and confessions..."

"Mr. Skinde and another blender named Ram worked together in the factory that night. According to Mr. Skinde's statement, they worked together until late that day, and then sent a batch of goods to leave separately."

"He passed by Ram's room after he came back, and saw that there was no one in his room, so he didn't think much about it and went straight to rest."

"Later, the police found the body by the river. After confirming the identity, they immediately entered the factory for inspection, and finally searched the bloody clothes and the murder weapon in Mr. Skinde's room."

In this era, there are no fingerprint checks and video surveillance. If there is no alibi, the possibility of being tried is extremely high.

"Ram." Sigmund suddenly thought of something.

"Is that the guy who reached out to you during the day?"

Rebecca nodded.

"He is also a perfume blender. He has been working in the workshop for three years. It's just an ordinary relationship. We occasionally drink together."

"He had to deliver goods to several employers that day, and he returned to the workshop very late, and went to rest immediately after returning."

"Is he not suspected?"

Rebecca shook her head, "According to the information, the time is too late, and the place where the body was found happened to be near Lawrence's delivery route."

"It's less than 200 meters from there to the scene of the crime, which means..."

"Lawrence is the biggest suspect." Sigmund said.

The most important thing now is not to find another suspect, but to remove Lawrence's suspicion.

After all, for the police station, it doesn't matter who the murderer is, they just need to give the citizens an explanation.

After hearing Rebecca's words, Sigmund thought about standing up, and picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair.

"I will be going out for awhile."

"It's getting dark, where are you going?" Rebecca asked.

"I have a way. Maybe we can go to the police station tomorrow and get access to that dagger."

"What are you going to do?"

Rebecca shouted loudly, but when she chased down the stairs, she saw that Sigmund had already raised his whip.

"Take care of Ashley for me, see you later!"

After speaking, he started the carriage and quickly disappeared at the end of Elm Street.

Montana belongs to the Church of the Oracle, and the Church of the Oracle has a strong influence in the Kingdom of Elam. Even if Montana can't help with this kind of matter, Gildor, who is a demon hunter, must be able to find a way.

The second-order transcendent is already considered an elite in this city, and has the ability to lead a team independently.

It didn't take long for Sigmund to arrive at the church he had visited in the morning, but Gildo was recuperating from his injuries and it was not convenient to see him.

But he responded to Sigmund's request through the church staff.

"Done!"

Sigmund was delighted to have solved this matter, and walked out of the church briskly.

But just as he was about to jump into the carriage, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed a figure standing in the shadow not far away.

"Ram?"

The perfumer who was with Antoine during the day.

"Why is he here?"

Who else didn't vote today? I called the roll.

I know that many friends like to keep them, but they have to water the flowers, feed the cats, and come back to vote for books from time to time.

Although my vitality is tenacious, but with your nourishment, I can grow even better~