In the early morning, in an elegantly decorated room, a handsome man sat quietly by the window. He held a beautifully bound book of creation myths and read it carefully. It looked like a beautiful oil painting.
The sunlight shines on him through the window, adding a somewhat sacred feeling to this elegance and beauty.
But at the next moment, a cold temperament suddenly spread, and the originally warm and elegant room suddenly lost its color. Gray and white colors covered every corner, and a pale monster poked its head out from the floor.
It looked like a humanoid, with its limbs showing an unnatural, spring-like twist. A long, upright mouth full of sharp teeth extended from the top of his head to his chest, with blood-colored saliva trailing behind it.
As the big mouth opens and closes, it is continuously stretched into thin threads.
But the elegant and beautiful man did not have any negative emotions due to the appearance of this monster. He still held the creation myth and seemed to have seen nothing.
No, he saw it, because the monster was respectfully raising its twisted arms and handing over a notebook that looked quite old and an envelope.
The handsome man reached out and picked up two things, and the monster disappeared into the room, and the cold and pale environment returned to its original state again.
The man put the notebook on the table, tore open the envelope and shook out a small pile of letter paper inside——
"Dear Mr. A:"
"Please allow me to defend myself against killing my colleague."
"Henarsen Vincent and Sirius Arepis are both absolute idiots, their stupidity can even make curly baboons laugh!"
"Heinerson Vansant foolishly wrote the secret spell in his notebook."
"His apprentice peeked at the incantation and openly performed the magic mirror divination in front of the watchful eyes of the night watch pagans!"
"I believe you can also imagine the next development, so I won't go into details."
"In order to protect our other lambs in Tingen, I killed him first. I felt it was the right choice."
"The stupidity of Sirius Arepis goes even further than that of Heinerson Vincent. Even though he knew that the Nighthawks had begun to investigate the Antigonus family's notes, he still went to the library to borrow books and books.
Related journals, this reckless behavior actually lasted for more than two months before being discovered, it is already blessed by the Lord!”
"In order to avoid involving more, I killed the Night Watch Pagan after he tracked him down to the library. This was a reasonable choice."
"Also, during the battle between the Night Watch Pagans and the Secret Order, I recaptured the notebook of the Fourth Age. According to Heinersensente, it may contain the treasure left by the Antigonus family.
"
"I dedicate this notebook to the Lord, hoping to make up for the sins of the secret prayer who killed the Lord."
"Finally, Sirius Arepis seems to have taught the rites of the Lord's Advent to a trickster of unknown origin. Do I need to help?"
"Loyal servant of the Lord, Snow von Penridax."
"Ha..." The handsome man rubbed his fingers slightly, and the letter in his hand was torn into pieces by the sudden airflow. He stretched out his hand and opened the notebook, and each word came into his eyes.
A slightly evil smile appeared on that beautiful face.
…Tingen city…
"Captain, is this the last suspect's residence?" Leonard looked at the hotel outside the carriage through the window of the carriage. He lowered his head and took out his pocket watch from the inside of his police uniform and glanced at it. "It's still quite early. Look. It won’t delay Klein’s mission to join the team.”
"Don't be careless." The gray-eyed middle-aged man sitting next to him frowned. There were obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and light brown hair could be seen on the edge of his hat.
He was holding a piece of paper full of words and said in a not too loud but clear voice:
"Snow von Penridax, a native of Backlund and a veterinarian, went to the Soothsayer Club half a month ago to ask Heinason Vansant for a divination, and has stayed in the hotel since then without going out. , According to the information provided by Backlund, he had had a relationship with the mistress of a certain gang talker before, and the reason for leaving Backlund should be to avoid pursuit."
"It sounds quite strange." Leonard whistled frivolously as he listened to Dunn's story, then turned to look at Klein.
Before he could speak, Klein nodded knowingly, took out a piece of paper from his bag, wrote a line of text on it, and then took off the pendulum from his wrist as he did before investigating other suspects, and closed his eyes. Silently said:
"It's dangerous to investigate Snow von Penridax, it's dangerous to investigate Snow von Penridax, it's dangerous to investigate..."
After reciting silently seven times in a row, Klein opened his eyes. The citrine pendulum was rotating counterclockwise at a slow speed.
He breathed a sigh of relief and then said:
"Captain, there should be no danger, but considering that the other party may have anti-divination ability, you should be careful."
"Well, you stay in the car, Leonard, and you come with me." Dunn nodded slightly, opened the door and got out of the carriage, walking all the way towards the hotel.
…
In a room on the second floor of the Fragrant Tree Hotel, a young man wearing a white shirt and a black vest was teasing a black Loen shorthair cat that looked to be under one year old. He was the target of Klein and Dunn's investigation this time. ——The young veterinarian named Snow von Penridax.
The moment the pendulum divination in the carriage started, Snow's spirituality was triggered, but he did not stop shaking the hand of the cat teasing stick. He just adjusted his mood and waited quietly.
Then……
Seems a little sleepy?
With the thought, Snow's whole body trembled, and then he heard a slightly urgent knock on the door.
"Who?"
Snow picked up the black kitten and put it on his shoulders. He walked to the door, and a steady and powerful male voice came from outside the door:
"I, Dunn Smith."
"Sure enough, it's you." Snow sighed secretly, reached out and opened the door, and a middle-aged police officer with deep gray eyes appeared in front of him.
"Officer, what are you..." Snow frowned slightly, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. Dunn didn't talk nonsense. He took out his ID and showed it, and then said directly:
"We suspect that you are related to a murder case and hope you can assist in the investigation."
"Homicide?" Snow was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became excited: "I haven't been out for half a month! The people in the hotel can testify for me!"
"I know, it's just a routine matter." Dunn comforted him, then looked at the room and said:
"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?"
"Okay, please come in." Snow nodded and let the door pass, then spread his hands and said:
"This is just a hotel, there is no decent tea."
"It's okay, I'll leave after I ask." Dunn found a seat to sit down, took out a stack of documents and said:
"Do you know Heinerson Vincent?"
"We know him. I asked him for a divination when I went to the fortune teller club half a month ago. The divination he gave me was that it is not suitable to go out recently, so I haven't left the hotel for more than half a month." Snow nodded without hesitation. He nodded, seeming to be quite impressed by this fortune teller.
"Why do you believe so much in the words of a fortune teller you have only met once?" Dunn's gray eyes stared intently at the young man's eyes. Snow sighed and said helplessly:
"If a person can judge your life based on simple divination, I believe you will choose to listen to his advice, not to mention that this matter is life-threatening."
"Endangering life?" Dunn's eyes sharpened. Snow immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and a wry smile appeared on his face...
