"I went to the Wobus family's manor in the morning..." someone replied.

Weaverde continued to growl: "I know the command passed by me, the question is, where are these two bastards at this time! Can't they see that we will be very busy now?"

Although Weaverde seemed extremely angry, the roars were one of his ways to cover up his inner thoughts.

Now his heart is not as exaggerated as it appears on the surface, but instead he is wondering why Geri and the others have not come back yet.

Although the two of Gary and the others are a bit unruly, sometimes even his immediate boss will say a few words. However, these two people are definitely not important.

Now the rumors about the "headshot maniac" have been circulating in the entire imperial capital, and there is no reason for them to not appear yet.

"Go and send two people to search for it. Yes, it's going to Wabus Manor. By the way, I'll be more respectful to that young master." Wifleid said.

Two sheriffs took the order to walk out of the PLA and headed towards Wabus Manor.

When they arrived at Wabus Manor, they did not receive any difficulties and easily entered the living room.

However, it was not Trandon who received them, but Su Mo who had already returned.

Su Mo cooperated very well in the inquiries of the two sheriffs and clearly stated that the two sheriffs did come to the manor in the morning.

"So, did they leave the manor later?" One of the sheriffs asked looking at Su Mo.

Another sheriff was also staring at Su Mo, as if he wanted to find some traces of lying from his expression.

"Yes." Su Mo nodded, "Why, haven't they returned yet? This is really... People nowadays, I need to consider reducing some donations from the Wobs family. The young master probably doesn't want his money to be taken out by a group of borers to squander."

"Ahem."

A sheriff coughed twice, pretending not to hear Su Mo's words, "So, may anyone know where Gary and the others went?"

"I don't know." Su Mo smiled.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. If there is any situation, we will come again."

"I think you shouldn't have time to come again. These tragic things happened to the imperial capital, but you are here to interrogate my housekeeper." Trandon walked in at some point and said in a gloomy tone.

"It's rude."

The two sheriffs who received the instruction of Weaverde had no intention of provoking Trandon, and left in a hurry after saluting.

Through the window, watching the two of them leave the manor, Trandon asked, "Are you starting to doubt you?"

"The person has disappeared. If the three nobles had not died accidentally, they would have come a little earlier than they are now." Su Mo said in a relaxed tone.

"Hmph."

Trandon sneered.

The two sheriffs walked out of the manor, and one of them had a gloomy face and said, "That bastard has no truth!"

"Maybe there is still one sentence... For example, Gary and the others came in the morning." Another said helplessly.

After all, they were facing a marquis family, and it was impossible to turn the house upside down and investigate like they were facing civilians.

And around the surroundings - the haunted and broken manor, there is no one living in it at all! Even those who want to find a question can't be found.

Of course, if the Public Security Department is willing to spend a lot of energy on in-depth and detailed investigations, it is likely that some clues will be found.

After all, Su Mo did not mean to completely erase all clues.

However, where did the PLA get the energy and manpower now? The deaths of the Marquis Monroe and the three nobles were enough for them to be in a state of great difficulty.

This kind of secret battle between nobles, please let them go.

However, Weaverde never expected that the deaths of these three nobles were just beginning.

For the next three days, several people were at home every day, on the street, in full view of everyone, their heads suddenly exploded and their headless bodies fell down.

If there was any concept of resigning in this world, Welfreid would have stepped down long ago. However, even so, he was called into the palace by Henry XI and scolded him bloodily.

Henry XI ordered him to find the murderer within three days, regardless of who the murderer was.

"A scapegoat..." Weaverde sat on the chair and said in his heart that Henry XI's last words were very meaningful.

As the master of the empire, he most hopes for stability, and it doesn't matter even if the empire seems to be dull. For the ruler, the "viability" with a breath of chaos and instability is naturally farther away, the better.

For Henry XI, it doesn’t matter who the murderer was and how those people died. What’s important is to find a “murderer” with enough weight and calm down the current chaos.

As Henry XI's loyal dog, Weaverde could understand what he meant very well.

However, this scapegoat is not easy to find... I will find someone to announce that he is the murderer, and no one will believe it. Everyone is not a fool. Doing so will only turn the gradually spreading fear into anger at the incompetence of the Security Department. Weaverde will not be stupid enough to do something like this to shoot himself in the foot.

This person cannot be too powerful, otherwise the Public Security Bureau will have no choice but to do anything to him. Otherwise, the civilians will still be nervous, fearing that the next person who is "shot" will not believe even the nobles.

“Sir…”

At this time, someone knocked on the door and walked into the room.

"Have you found anything?" Weaverde asked with his head raised.

"This thing..." The sheriff who came in held a box in his hand and placed it on the table in front of Weaverde's eyes.

"What is this?" Weaverde looked at the little thing in front of him that looked like gold, stretched out his hand and felt a cold feeling coming from his fingers.

"I found this at the scene, except for the Marquis Monroe, and this thing was later found on the scene, with blood stains on it. However, it has been cleaned." The sheriff said, the world has never used blood stains or other skills to solve cases.

Touching the cold and deformed warhead, Weaverde frowned and thought.

"By the way, there is one more thing," said the sheriff.

"Say." Weaverde waved his hand.

"We investigated Gari a little bit and that day they never showed up again after entering the manor," the sheriff said.

"Are the Wobus family?" Weaverde opened the drawer next to him and took out a list of people who had died in the past few days.

After staring at him for a long time, Weaverde suddenly sneered, threw the list on the table and said, "Look at this list."

The sheriff picked up the list and looked at it for a while, but couldn't figure it out.

At this time, Weaverde said slowly: "You may not know some things. But I know very well that these people have more or less grudges with the Wobus family."

The sheriff was stunned for a moment, cursed in his heart, but on the surface he showed a look of admiration.

"It seems I'm going to go again." After enjoying the feeling of being respected, Weaverde stood up, walked out of the Security Department, and got into a luxurious carriage.

He already had plans for whom the scapegoat in his mind. Compared to Henry XI, he would also be very satisfied with the scapegoat.

Trandon, the son of the Marquis, returned missing people, had just inherited the title, the weakest of all the marquis, but not so weak that the civilians suspected that the noble was not capable of doing those things.

In addition, these things basically happened after Trandon came back, and some strange strange faces followed him.

Thinking of this, Weaverde slapped his thigh suddenly and couldn't help but whisper: "I thought it was a scapegoat! Thinking about this, these things were done by that little devil!"

I have to say that if you can take the position of Director of the Security Department, Weaverde is still very capable. At least there is no problem with his basic logical thinking and inference ability, and he soon inferred the truth of the matter.

"It's a pity that there is no evidence, and I don't know how that little devil did it, but what does it matter." A smile appeared on Weaverde's face.

He has been in this position for almost ten years, and it is not a simple matter to produce one or two pieces of evidence? Besides, the real ruler of this empire is still the royal family, Henry XI, and legal evidence is meaningless to him.

As long as Henry XI was willing, even if he knew that Trandon was innocent, this little guy could not escape the scapegoat.

What's more, the suspect is the most serious and the most suitable candidate now.

"After this time, we should leave and enjoy a higher title." Weaverde leaned against the soft chair. Although his real power was great, his status was not high.

There is only one honorary title, which makes it easier for him to act.

In his position, Henry XI could not give him any title to a higher noble. However, once he left, Weaverde felt that Henry XI would not treat him as a loyal dog unfairly.

I was immersed in the beautiful fantasy of "retirement career", and the carriage that was originally driving smoothly shook.

Weaverde said angrily: "Give me a little careful!"

The coachman did not respond, but the carriage had returned to stability, and Welfreid didn't care. There was still some time before he arrived at the palace. Only a little sunlight fell into the carriage through the thick curtain, making it look a little dim. Welfreid simply closed his eyes, closed his eyes and rested.
Chapter completed!