Lieutenant Colonel Field, who had spitted all his bile, was obviously not in the mood to return to the Army Headquarters. The Lieutenant Colonel now smelled his body, and he just wanted to go home and clean it up as soon as possible.

He took his dark horse and told Winters as he walked: "Take these two files back to the gendarmerie, let Moluc file, and let him copy two more copies."

Walking back to the rammed earth road from the drainage ditch on the side of the road, Lieutenant Colonel turned over and looked at Winters, who was as tragic as him, and said hoarsely: "You are very good today, and you didn't embarrass the army. After giving the file to Moluc, you will go home directly, wash and have a nap. Today is really hard."

After saying that, Field clamped his legs tightly with his horse's belly, waved his whip and galloped away, it seemed that he had gone home directly.

Although as a pragmatist, Winters thought it was meaningless to earn face in this way of being cruel. However, he was a little happy after being verbally praised by his superiors.

Warrant Officer Montagne, a newcomer in the workplace who is currently relatively low, checked the two files in the saddle bag. After confirming that they were complete, he also got on the horse and headed straight to the Army Headquarters.

After returning the horse, he returned to the military police and handed the file to the blonde scribe Moluc, but Winters did not go home directly. While Moluc was concentrating on copying the file, he took the autopsy report and sat on the bench and looked at it seriously.

Although Winters didn't know the specific situation, he judged through the words of Customs Officer Lopp that the task of investigating the dock assassination had obviously been handed over to Lieutenant Colonel Field.

If this is the case, even if the lieutenant colonel doesn't speak, he thinks he should try his best to understand the relevant information.

Another reason is that as an eyewitness in this case, he could even be said to be the first witness, and he really wanted to know what the customs found.

The customs autopsy report was written in very detailed. The three passengers with complete corpses died of sharp weapon injuries. Many important organs were pierced and eventually died of heavy bleeding in the body. The doctor in charge of the autopsy speculated that the one that caused the sharp weapon injury should be a narrow-edged weapon.

The coroner had some skills, Winters thought. He recalled the one-handed sword in the black-robed man's hand, which was indeed a narrow blade straight.

As for what weapon it is, the coroner believes that the most likely one is the Rapier Sword.

Sword of Swift? Winters had heard of this weapon when he was in the military academy, but he had never seen the real thing.

He continued to look down and only one of the three passengers who should be escorts died from frontal wounds, and the other two were fatal injuries on the back.

Winters thought: The person who died of frontal injuries should be the one who was attacked at the beginning, and the other two died in the back, which means that these guards' swordsmanship is also good, and the man in black robe could not quickly deal with them one-on-one.

The rest of the autopsy report is a scattered content such as height and hair color.

The coroner judged by factors such as the degree of tooth wear, that the three men were about 25 to 30 years old. They were strong and had good figures. From these two points, the social class would not be very low. At least they could always eat meat on weekdays, because eating wheat flour alone would not grow this muscle.

The coroner concluded: "The three deceased had hard calluses on both hands and palms. Considering that these three deceased were obviously not farmers who needed to be alive, these calluses should be traces left by practicing weapons for many years. From this, it is speculated that the three deceased should be mercenaries, or craftsmen and merchants who are rich enough to have time to practice weapons, or they may also..."

The text ends suddenly at the point where "can also" and the back part is painted off by ink.

When copying a handwritten document, there will always be erroneous typos. It is normal to typos. When Moluc copied it, he will naturally ignore the content of the typos, and the newly copied document will end at the "craftsman and merchant". This document is obviously the original written by the coroner himself.

Winters couldn't see what was being smeared, but he could guess that the coroner wanted to say - the soldier.

The word soldier even has some deviations, and a more accurate description should be "official".

The soldiers at the bottom also have a hard time on weekdays and will not have the kindness of those passengers being pampered. The officers are in line with the description of practicing cold weapons all year round and having good dietary conditions.

The coroner wrote the officer on the report as one of the speculations, but the customs obviously did not want to cause trouble, so he painted this part of the content.

It would be fine if there is conclusive evidence, but if there is no conclusive evidence, it would be said that the three deceased were officers. The army, who was already angry with the intern officer for no reason, wouldn't it be a furious?

Winters began to understand a little bit why the case was transferred to the Army to take over.

If we had not witnessed the entire incident at the first scene, and seeing the customs speculation that the three people might be officers, Winters would have scoffed.

But he kept thinking about the passenger who could use the deflection technique. Because the musket was not accurate, Winters dared not conclude that the misstep would be the effect of the deflection technique, but he kept the string in his heart.

"Do you want to report this information to Lieutenant Colonel Field?" Winters thought with his forehead, feeling a little headache: "But I have promised to discuss this matter secretly with Major Moritz."

If that person is really an Army Spellcaster Officer, the nature of this matter would be very serious.

The identity of an officer alone is already sensitive enough. Who would do such a thing when he was killed in the street in public? And the person who died was the caster? The dangerous smell of this case was even more pungent than the stench of the customs morgue.

If that person is not the Army's spellcaster officer, the nature of this matter... is even more serious.

This means that either the results of the magical battle situation have been stolen by the outside world, and the thief has also cultivated casters who can use advanced spells such as deflection; or... the dead passenger is the legendary court mage, and he has never heard of anyone else who can use magic. But will the court mage be killed so easily?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The more you think about it, the more you have a headache. He decided that if Lieutenant Colonel Field doesn't ask, he will keep silent first. Because he still trusts Major Moritz more than Field.

And since you don’t ask on your own initiative, then if I don’t take the initiative, it’s not considered intentional concealment.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel resentful: "Didn't you agree to discuss it secretly together? Why did the Major lose his time? After returning home, you have to ask your uncle if he knows where the Major is now."

From the autopsy report, it was impossible to see anything different from ordinary people that the suspected spell caster was, and the three of them had no tattoos or obvious scars.

As for the passenger who was broken into pieces, although the coroner did not give the cause of death, Winters knew that his death was caused by an assassin stabbing his left rib with a short knife. The explosion only accelerated his death and destroyed the body.

But for some reason, Winters always feels a little dissonant, as if something is strange.

He carefully checked the autopsy report and made sure that he had missed nothing. But he still couldn't find out where this disagreement came from.

Moluc had already copied the investigation files of the Customs Guard Division, but he didn't say anything, quietly waiting for Winters to finish the autopsy report. Winters exchanged documents with the scribe with apologies and continued to look at the investigation files.

The investigation files are actually shorter than the autopsy report.

The Customs Guard Department had a simple and crude idea and started to check who the assassin was, but the assassin was wearing masks and cloaks, and no one had seen the assassin's face.

It seems that the assassin cannot be found for the time being, so let’s check where the assassin went? According to the small vendors near the dock, the assassin fled east along the main road in a black carriage.

Since you know that the carriage is black, you know where to run and just check the rest.

The Venetta people like gorgeous styles, so pure black carriages are not too common, and only some coachmen will use this kind of carriage.

But the Customs Guard Department encountered another problem in the investigation. They followed the route of the assassin's escape and asked the shops along the way. After finding that after six or seven blocks, no one had any impression of the carriage. Who would care about a mediocre carriage on the road?

When the Guard Division described the characteristics of the carriage in detail and asked over and over again, the vendors seemed to remember the carriage. However, the whereabouts were given were varied, and several people even sweared that they saw the carriage not coming out of the wharf, but heading towards the wharf.

In this regard, Lopp officials believed that these testimonies were not enough to be accepted, purely because the customs investigators described the carriage in too detailed and the intensity of the investigation, which induced the confessions of vendors along the street.

Since you don’t know who the murderer is, then what if you look at who the deceased is? But the sailors of the Skuou don’t know who the deceased is.

I wanted to ask the captain, but found that the captain was just the acting captain. The original captain was still floating on the sea with the Good Luck, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The final investigation result was that the assassin could not be found, the carriage could not be found, and there were a few more corpses in the port, but no one knew who the deceased was.

Winters also had to admit that, as Lopp said, this case was a mess, almost a sure-fire case. It was no wonder that Lieutenant Colonel Field was so angry that he cursed in the office today.

However, as a witness on the scene, Winters also has his own intelligence advantage. He found that the customs officers have not discovered it yet: the passenger who was blown up was actually killed by disguised as a dock worker.

And it is obvious that assassins have also been mixed in the dock workers. These assassins are not masked and may become breakthroughs.

Moreover, the Army warrant officers were all at the dock that day, and there were many witnesses. Maybe other warrant officers also noticed some valuable information that day.

After reading the two files, Winters got up and moved his stiff body. He suddenly remembered that he had not yet thanked Benvinuto for saving himself from the water.

On the day when they returned to Hailan, the two agreed to meet tonight, but Winters was moved into the customs prison that night, and he has not seen each other until now.

Thinking of this, Winters felt that taking advantage of today's opportunity, he would go home to change clothes and clean himself. When the dock workers were a little later, he would go to Benweito's house to find Benwei.

He said goodbye to Moluc and walked home.

———Separation line——

Winters returned home, and the daytime servant opened the door for him. Coss was sitting on the bench in the reception room, with a small basket on his knees, fiddling with some embroidery work.

The general was sleeping beside her, but was awakened by the sound of the door opening. He sat up alertly and looked in the direction of the visitor. Seeing that it was Winters and lay back again.

Seeing his nephew come home, Cossa happily put down the needle and thread in his hand, got up and greeted him: "How about the first day of internship? Where did you get the knife?...Oh, where are you going? Why are you covered in a weird smell?"

"Is that really smelly? I thought it was just my hallucination." Winters replied with a smile, avoiding the corpse, murder and other content: "The knife was borrowed by Lieutenant Colonel Field. He said that soldiers must not bring swords. Today I went to a particularly smelly place with Lieutenant Colonel."

"Come on, change out of this outfit and take a good shower." Coza frowned and called the servant: "Madam Marita, please prepare some hot water for Master Winters."

"Don't bother the old lady. I just need to take a cold bath. I'm used to it at the military academy." Winters' nature is unwilling to cause trouble for others.

"The well water is too cold, you will get sick." Coza ignored Winters' opinion and signaled the maid to continue boiling water.

She suddenly said happily: "How about accompanying me to the Meiwa family [the famous tailor shop in Hailan City]? I haven't been there for a while. I have to make you a few new clothes and see if you don't have any other clothes except military uniforms. This is not possible."

When Coza thought of going to the tailor shop, his eyes shone brightly, and he didn't know why she was so happy.

But Winters subconsciously wanted to refuse: "It's good to wear this military uniform, it's enough. I'm not used to wearing casual clothes, so I'm still used to wearing boots."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How can that work? Without proper clothes, others will laugh at you." Coza knew that her nephew didn't like to dress up since he was a child, so he had to push him away: "Don't worry, just go with me, it won't take too long to waste your uncle's clothes. I led him to make them. Go, go and take a shower."

Although Winters felt it was troublesome, he really couldn't find any reason to refuse his aunt. He estimated the time. Benwei was still working on the dock, so it wouldn't take too long to go to the tailor shop with his aunt. After he came back, he could go directly to Benwei, so he nodded.

Seeing Winters nodding in agreement, Coza was afraid that his nephew would regret it, so he pushed him to take a shower, and happily ordered the servant to ask the horse to prepare the carriage.

Winters' mind was now thinking about the case on the dock. His intuition told him that there must be a key point that he had not thought through, but this key point was like a thick layer of leather, which could not be seen clearly.

He took a cool shower on his back and returned to his room to change into a clean military school cadet uniform. He continued to wear the cadet uniform until Winters finished his internship period, and could not wear the lieutenant uniform until he officially obtained the rank of lieutenant.

After Winters finished taking a shower, changing his clothes and going downstairs, Coss was not in the living room downstairs. Winters pushed the door open, and the carriage was waiting at the door, and his aunt was not in the car.

Where did my aunt go? Winters was very puzzled.

Winters' uncle did not use soldiers as servants like some senior officers. Except for the old nanny, servants from childhood to everyone were hired from outside, and Major General Antonio's orderly soldiers did not enter the yard.

The stables in Serbiati's house were not big, and they were all handed over to a highlander in his fifties to take care of. He played the role of a groom and a coachman, and was considered a compound talent.

However, Winters didn't know him. During the time when Winters went to the United Provincial Military Academy, the original coachman left and changed the person.

Winters suddenly felt that he could inquire about the carriage with the coachman. He politely asked the coachman, and the coachman was flattered and took off his hat and returned the gift.

"Can I ask you something?" Winters asked with a smile.

"You said, Master, just ask." The coachman nodded repeatedly.

The coachman's seat is very high, and Winters must raise his head and speak: "Do you know other coachman in Hailan City?"

"Know it a little, and know it a little bit more between the coachmen." The coachman blinked and added: "There are many of us Palathus here as coachmen."

"Are there many black carriages in the city? Are there many black painted silver-edged cars?"

"I don't know this. Such a simple car is not very common, but there should be some. Some Puritans don't like too beautiful decorations. Hi, those guys don't like anything." The coachman obviously disdained the Puritans.

Puritans, Winters seized a point and repeated it several times in his mind.

"What if I want to find a car with a black painted silver edge now?" Winters continued to ask.

The coachman scratched his head: "I don't know this. Do you want to rent one or buy one? If you rent it, I can help you find out about it at the Brotherhood."

"What is a brotherhood?" Winters heard another new term.

The coachman knew that he had made a mistake and said with a smirk: "Did I say anything? I mean I can go and find a few coachman with me to inquire."

Seeing the driver concealing it, Winters stared at his eyes and asked word by word: "If I want a carriage to disappear, can the brother you mentioned help?"

The coachman dared not look at Winters. He avoided Winters' gaze and said with a wry smile: "I really don't know this. I'm just a miserable thing. Just pretend I didn't say anything just now, can you?"
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