Gwen replied that this is something that even Gezi doesn't admit. If Gezi said that she didn't do it, then she definitely didn't do it. This woman's character is like a cat lamp. You will always notice when she does something bad, or else they
He would confess proudly, or he would smile evilly and wag his tail all day long.
"Well, I don't think so." Lar showed a sweet smile.
He turned around like lightning, jumped up and disappeared behind the table.
what is this?
Gwen took a peek at the Cursed Blade and saw that there was nothing unusual about the other person's face.
Lar's head poked out from behind the table: "If it's convenient for you two, why not come up and wait for a while? If you don't have much to do today, I want to trouble you. Of course, I will give you a certain reward."
Gwen nodded and walked up, while tilting her head and asking in a low voice:
"He pays for the eucalyptus?"
"Don't use your understanding to guess the great detective. As a master in this field, his execution has long gone beyond the level of pure monetary remuneration."
But it’s hard to explain the fact that the money is subsidized when doing business. Maybe it’s because he’s not short of money?
After following up, behind the comfortable leather chair behind the table, there is a rather grand-looking door.
Lar's handsome figure disappeared through the door, and Gwen followed.
As soon as you enter, you will see a beautiful rococo-style lounge decorated with hollow silver ornaments.
A tall and exquisite refreshment tower is placed on the gorgeous marble coffee table inlaid with gold and silver. Three lounge chairs surround the coffee table, each with a translucent gauze curtain in front of it.
expensive.
This is Gwen's first impression.
"Please have a seat, please have a seat."
Lal pointed to the lounge chair.
Then he turned and walked to the changing room in the corner, and the rustling sound of undressing came over.
After about a minute, Lal came out.
The handsome boy put on suspender lantern trousers and a white slim-fit stand-collar silk top. Although it still has a sense of refinement, it still belongs to the category of men's clothing. At the same time, he held a silk top hat in his hand. "Sorry, I
I usually like to put on women's clothing to seek a bit of inspiration and a chance to relax. If I accidentally scared you just now, I apologize for that."
He had wiped off his makeup, and his face looked handsome. Although it was still slightly feminine, he looked completely recognisable.
"There are many ways to relieve stress in Utopia. As long as you are not cannibalizing yourself to relieve stress, then I have no problem."
Mihirah would occasionally wear women's clothing to catch a fever.
"Brother Lal, you'd better tell us what you want us to do. Time is precious." Curse Blade tapped the table lightly, then took a piece of tomato pie and stuffed it into his mouth. This kind of food has a soft outer coating.
White bread, with half a chilled tomato cut inside, sprinkled with bread crumbs, sugar, and a little salt, is an economical and slightly luxurious food in Utopia.
"As you know, Long Yan entrusted me to explore this very dangerous fate."
"Danger?" Curse Blade took a sip of tea.
"If you can't see that this matter is dangerous, I have nothing to say." Lar looked a little aggressive, as if he was eager to try, "Since I have gained a little fame, these annoying things have
Incidents started coming to my door...not to mention this, I hope to hire you to protect me and go to the scene."
"Protect?" Gwen looked curious.
Trust two strangers?
"I will pay each of you five hundred military coins for today's expenses, so the answer to the question won't be too important, right?"
"Indeed."
Gwen and Curse Blade agreed.
If the cost of five hundred military dollars per person per day can't impress anyone, then the world is a little too crazy.
He neatly put on a dark brown trench coat and put a dark brown top hat on his head. He looked eager to try and move, which made people feel sincerely that he seemed to have entered a quite active state.
.
"I believe in the abilities of you two. By the way, I originally wanted to call in more bodyguards, but with your help, I feel there is nothing to be afraid of."
After a few minutes, the props were sorted, and Gwen put on a body armor and a submachine gun for a rare occasion, looking like a military house. This is the work clothes required by Curse Blade, which makes customers feel reliable disguise.
They took a luxurious armored squirrel car and drove towards the eucalyptus discovery site.
In other words, chasing towards the scene of the eucalyptus discovery.
It's normal for some crimes in Utopia to be difficult to solve because the crime scenes are constantly moving.
This hotel train called Butchers Hotel is running wildly on the Fellowship and is currently traveling in the seaside sightseeing area near the boarding area.
The Butchers Hotel has an extremely severe black stone Gothic style, with its towering entrance hall and terrifying monster sculptures. It looks like a monster museum rather than a hotel. But in fact, this is the entire place.
The best hotel on Laoxiangren.
After getting off the car, we entered the hotel through the soft carpet.
Just as Gwen and Curse Blade were looking around like country bumpkins, a man dressed as a manager walked up.
"Detective Lar!"
His face was as pale as a thin man, but his body had become a ball, and the tip of his red nose had some disgusting stains. He was sweating and wiping his face with a handkerchief, "My savior, Butchers' savior
, you are finally here!"
He stretched out his hand.
"There's no need to brag like this. Let's get down to business first. Have you moved at the scene?"
"No, I didn't even let those black dogs touch the scene, and I will protect them to the end!"
The man's triumphant look was reminiscent of the desperately bankrupt version of the cat lantern. From another perspective, Gwen understood how annoying the cat lantern would be if it were not so fluffy, soft and catlike.
"Very good. The scene is well protected, so we can get a lot of useful information... Lead the way, Mr. Butchers."
A smile appeared on the man's face and he led the way.
Three people followed closely behind.
Curse Blade whispered the information: "George Butchers is the owner of this place. He has six children, and the man in front of him is Castle Butchers, who was appointed by his father as the manager of this train.
Don’t underestimate him because of his appearance.”
oh!
Gwen blinked and looked at the fat ball in front of him in surprise.
The opponent's figure is similar to Navi's fat ball.
The scene of the crime was a severely damaged suite, which had completely leaked air. Fortunately, it was on the top floor, otherwise the Butchers Hotel would have announced it would cease operations. From here, you can see the hotel's almost castle-like building, with six
The spire corresponds to five luxurious suites and the residence of George Butchers himself.
This room with a semicircular observation platform and a gorgeous red carpet has become a fragmented area. The flames are still burning. The flames filled with dragon power continue to emit high temperatures. The walls are extremely imposing black stone pillars.
Composed of carved black stone slabs, a conspicuous and exquisite fireplace had no flames. Then there was the corpse——
It's not so much a corpse as it is the remains after cremation.
Gwen's attention was completely attracted by the surrounding flames.
"Source power..."
He whispered.
The source of dragon flames.
The opponent's origin power characteristics are like the cat Varro at night. The light emitted by the fat cat can make people see clearly clearly. And this source power is the same reason. Anyone who is sensitive to the origin power can
You can easily feel the power from dragon flames.
"Ouch!" Fat Ball Custer Butchers let out a cry as deliberate as a child throwing a sandwich somewhere to attract attention.
He was sweating: "I have to go and check on the other residents in the luxury suites. They are very worried..."
Lal half-knelt down without looking back. He raised his hand and signaled the fat guy to get out. The other guy took a breath and left quickly.
"He looks very nervous." Gwen said his feelings, which were also Yuanli's feelings.
Ordinary people are as if they have been given a small perspective in front of the Source Power Envoy.
Transparent, but not completely transparent.
It's small, and it doesn't count as hanging.
On a psychological level, the other party can hardly conceal any emotions. Gwen captured the extremely suspicious tension and anxiety - if in the story of Conan the Death God, Kogoro Mouri would point at this pussy and yell, "You are the one"
Murderer', and say it to liven up the serious atmosphere of the death scene. If possible, make sure the body is really dead, lest the other party doesn't know how to read the air and comes back to life.
"nature."
Lal took out a test tube from his pocket, "The usual thought of this kind of person is that they are worried about being related to politics. This is also the reason why Castel Butcher does not get the approval of his father, George Sr.,
This source of flame... indeed, from the outside and inside, it is the hand of Long Yan."
He smiled, as if he was laughing at his own logic: "I mean, it is very likely that this is the source of Longyan, but it is not necessarily made of 'Dragon Flame'. This world is full of all kinds of strange things."
It is normal to have a strange source of power and be able to borrow the other party's power even if you are not the person. But most people don't know this..."
Curse Blade took over the topic and explained: "Castle Butchers is worried about which side to stand on if we conclude that it was really Long Yan who did it. The authorities have controlled the entire Utopia, and Long Yan has not lost yet.
Pass……"
"Then why don't you side with the authorities?" Gwen is not that stupid. No matter how powerful Long Yan is, is he more powerful than a Judu-level commander?
Lal stood up and smiled slightly: "Because the result is very likely that Long Yan will be fined with three drinks, and will be fined with a symbolic fine of one year's salary and vacation, and the follow-up will be mainly to appease. So, don't you stand with Long Yan?
side……"
Ah, ah ah!
If you put it this way, it won't be much better if you stand on Long Yan's side...
Gwen felt a little pain in her head.
"Now you know what we mean when we say don't have anything to do with politics." Curseblade scoffed.
Lal took out a magnifying glass and a power amplifier from his pocket. The former was structured like a sniper rifle, and the latter was a backpack, something he carried in his suitcase.
He stopped in front of every source flame in the room, and half-knelt down to inspect it. From time to time, he stopped somewhere on the ground, studying some broken stones and objects. From time to time, he uttered doubts like Mi My.
The voices of the villagers in the world, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he became more and more energetic.
"Very good, I collected a lot of interesting things. Haha, it's really rare." He clapped his hands, "I think I probably figured out something."
"Um?"
Gwen took two steps forward.
"The characteristics of this source of power contain some extremely important objects, which helped me clear up a lot of doubts that I shouldn't have originally." He pointed to his head, showing a sweet and sunny smile, "It made me doubt myself.
It’s a question of judgment. Now I can also speak outright about why I semi-forcibly wanted you to come over.”
This is also concerning.
"Mind Flayer, the time of your disappearance is too coincidental, and the time of your return is too suitable. It almost perfectly fits the template of a murderer. Besides, I heard about it from some channels..." He whispered softly, "
...Your source of power contains part of the power of fire, and it has been considered to be dragon flame many times."
"That's right."
Gwen nodded. Although he was said so, he was not angry. Now, after getting to know Longyan better, he will find that being said to be 'like Longyan' is actually a sincere compliment. The other party does not look like he is covered in
The Demon King is wrapped in armor, but he is like a Paladin covered in silver armor with golden light.
At the same time, let’s make some words.
Gwen thought for a moment, and under normal circumstances it was very likely that he would commit suicide!
"I obtained the Witch's Carriage during my time outside, which means I have a comfortable base, and I even had a premeditated plan."
"After I came back, on the first day after the long night, the special correspondent died, and the attaché also had the ability to steal hearts."
Curse Blade smiled and added: "And the commissioner was burned to death, and the body of the attaché was abandoned outside the train. If a ranger hadn't discovered the half-eaten body, I'm afraid they wouldn't have discovered it. This is a bit like
Someone killed someone by stealing their hearts, and then used flames to blame Long Yan."
"The crime is often that simple." Lal packed his tools and seemed to have concluded something in his words, but he needed to speak to satisfy his thinking nerves. "Many mysteries seem to belong to the suspect, but in the end the murderer is often him. No.
So many romantic wrecks. Even the Primordial case - but this is different, although Mind Flayer you do fit the suspect's profile perfectly..."
Halfway through his words, he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, saying this may make you worry. You are very likely to be pushed out as a scapegoat. Through this trace of disguise, if the pressure is reduced, although
I really want to say that it might be okay for you to stay here, but it would be better to make a plan to drive the Witch Train and the Sniper Cat out of the Fellowship."
If it were advice from an ordinary person, Gwen would definitely reject it without considering the slightest possibility.
But Detective Lal is supposed to be a smart guy.
Therefore, he thought openly for a second or two before flatly rejecting:
"I won't leave. If I leave, this matter will be completely attributed to me, right? Even if the next train accepts my train, there will be rumors. I want to live a clean life, or be innocent
's death."
There is only one thing that Gwen hates the most in her life.
That is when others place things they have never done on their foreheads, nail them with peach wood nails, and yell at themselves that they "have not yet confessed their guilt."
"I guessed it, you are such a person."
Lal nodded, with that sunny and warm smile on his face again, "Mr. Mind Flayer, you and Miss Curse Blade must be careful. Be extremely careful."
"I will."
Curse Blade seemed to have thought of something and answered for Gwen first. This woman who looked like a handsome boy and this detective who looked like a girl seemed to have reached some consensus, and Gwen and Curse Blade returned to the Sniper Cat.
…
The next day, the guard came to the door of the Sniper Cat again and asked to get on board to deliver a message.
Gwen, who had just finished chatting with Hua Hua about the purchase list, asked the other party to come to the office.
As soon as the Rongen guard came in, he looked at Gwen with a slightly solemn expression.
she says:
"Captain Mind Flayer, I am here to report some unfortunate news this time. The great detective Larhomides Overton has been confirmed dead. His body was discovered by his assistant at 5:16 this morning.
