"It shouldn't be. The information clearly states that he lives alone." Deidara was a little surprised. If it was a couple, the nicotine poison needle murder plan in his pocket would have to be different.

"Tsk, save this poisonous needle to deal with the killer who comes to assassinate me. The two of you may need to use colorless and odorless poisonous gas or liquid."

Deidara had a new plan and was going to leave after finishing the pile of bacon on the plate that was as hard as the sole of a shoe.

"Pop." A gunshot sounded from the house opposite. After a brief pause, there were "pap, pop, pop, pop, pop." Five gunshots rang out in succession.

When the waiter heard the news, he squatted under the table. Deidara was about to stick his head out to take a look, but the waiter next to him pulled his clothes away.

"Danger, sir, please squat down."

Deidara knew that it would be a bit strange for him to continue standing, so he had to squat down reluctantly, keeping half of his head at the window to observe the butcher shop opposite.

The coachman just ran out quickly, holding a revolver in his hand and seemed to have something in his arms. After glancing around to make sure there was no one on the road, the coachman quickly fled the scene.

"What is this? The person I want to solve has been preempted by someone else? Is he trying to make money?" Deidara had a lot of doubts in his heart.

"Sir, is it safe outside?"

"The murderer should have run away. I think you can call the police." Deidara stood up and put the change on the table.

"Aren't you going to stay and testify?"

"I'm very busy. Anyway, you saw the murderer clearly. He is a carriage driver in his forties or fifties." Deidara once again hinted to the other side that he was just passing by by chance today, and there is probably no reason for the famous broom star in this jurisdiction to arrest him.

Own.

"Okay, I'm going to call the police now,"

As soon as this week's daily patrol started, Annick felt sleepy. Practicing the second set of radio gymnastics in his mind every night consumed as much energy as staying up late. Fortunately, he had an assistant who could share the daily work.

"I'll take a rest in the car. Little Bell, you will be responsible for driving in the morning, and I will be responsible for driving in the afternoon."

"Okay Mr. Annick."

Annick fell into sleep during the shaking of the carriage, until he was woken up by a shaking.

"Mr. Annick, wake up. This lady has a major case and she wants to call the police."

Annick opened his eyes and smelled a fishy smell. Was this in the market? He made a judgment immediately.

The lady who reported the crime was dressed in a common cardigan sweater, light-colored shirt and long skirt. Annick could not determine her occupation at the first time, so he had to ask

"Ma'am, what do you want to report to the police?"

"Police, Sheriff, there was a shooting over there." The reporter's voice was stammering, as if he was frightened.

"Get in the car and speak slowly on the road."

The lady who reported the case on the road slowly told the story of the case. Annick patiently listened to her intermittent statement and made a general judgment.

After a butcher took a coachman to transport a fat pig back to the butcher's shop in the morning, a shooting occurred in the house without knowing what happened, and then the coachman quickly fled the scene.

Vendetta? No, after all, butchers ask him to help. Killing for money or passion? Although a butcher doesn't look like a wealthy owner.

"Well, what's the butcher's name?" Annick finally remembered the important point.

"Well, the butcher lives in Ernes across from our house."

Ernes? A very familiar name. After his brain shut down for a few seconds, Annick finally remembered who this Ernes was.

"My pork belly." Annick was a bit dumbfounded. Had he not ordered the pork belly, Mr. Ernes would have survived. After all, the butterfly effect is a very small variable that causes completely different results.

Returning to the familiar Ernes Butcher Shop, the door was slightly opened, and a group of busybodies had already formed a human wall around it.

"Excuse me, let's take a look." After pushing through the onlookers, Annick and his wife entered the butcher shop.

Ernes was lying in a pool of blood, holding on to a bone-chopping knife in his hand. Six bullet casings were scattered on the ground, and there was a crater on the wooden floor. There was a fat pig on the chopping board, and Annick even

I also saw two pork belly that I ordered.

"Cruel, so cruel." Annick didn't know why the coachman wanted to kill the butcher. He should have been shot five times at the scene. The only thing suspicious was whether the bone chopping knife in the butcher's hand was used for self-defense or for violence.

Yeah.

"Bell, go to the backyard and see if there are any suspicious clues on the carriage."

"Okay Mr. Annick."

Annick checked the room. Except for the most conspicuous bullets and bone-chopping knives, the desk drawer used to store change had been opened and messed up. But strangely, the change in the drawer had not been taken away at all, and even

There was a large ten pound note lying quietly inside.

"If it's not for money, then what is it for?"

A brown paper bag was collected under the table. It looked like the kind used to hold documents. I could confirm it at a glance because Annick used this thing every day.

"It seems that the murder was caused by the contents of the brown paper bag. Could it be that after sending Ernes away, the murderer was discovered during the theft, and then was threatened with a knife by Ernes and handed over the documents. Then he got angry and shot and killed the victim.

?”

Annick came up with a conjecture in his mind. Now there are two directions for investigation, one is documents and the other is carriage. What secrets does a butcher have that is worth risking being hanged to steal?

"Ah, my head hurts." Even with the blessing of the wisdom potion, Annick still felt pain in his head. It was really hard to imagine such a crime without a clear motive.

"Mr. Annick, nothing unusual was found on the flatbed carriage in the backyard, but the beam seems to be falling apart."

"I see."

Two carriages, damaged carriage beams, overweight fat pigs, and carriage drivers. These elements went through Annick's mind, and Annick had an idea.

"Let's take a look at the condition of the body first."

"Well, do you want to help?"

"Just take care of the records."

Annick turned over Ernes' body and examined the body.

There was one shot in the left foot and left leg. The remaining three shots were in the chest and abdomen. The fatal wound should be the one in the left chest.

It's not unusual to fire six shots. Semi-automatic pistols in this world are still in the experimental stage. Annick's last pistol was semi-automatic. The murderer probably used a revolver to commit the crime, but Annick felt strange after looking at the wounds on the body.

The gun on the chest is enough to kill you. Are you a rookie?

After struggling to pull out the bullet on the floor, just as Annick expected, it was the most common 0.45-caliber bullet. Although Annick now uses a 0.5-caliber large toy, after all, he used to use it when he first practiced shooting.
Chapter completed!