"I have to tell you, this isn't the first time something like this has happened."
"Every once in a while, some people know that it is wrong and dangerous to do something, but they still do it... and it turns out that they were sober and made the decision under self-control."
"Every time this happens, I find it incredible. I don't understand...how can humans become like this...?"
Hitzfeld opened his mouth, not knowing whether he should say something to comfort her.
But soon she didn't have to worry about it anymore - there was a scream from the street ahead, and a woman dressed as a maid, wearing a headscarf and arm sleeves, stumbled out of a doorway, screaming and shouting, "Someone's dead! The body—
—! Mr. Haytham —! The mummy…"
The pedestrians exploded.
Some curious people stopped and hesitated whether to go up and take a look. But more people immediately sped away, trying to escape from this intersection.
"...!?"
The two men looked at each other and quickly ran to the woman.
"Police." Xia Yibing took out Shadow Lion's notebook and pretended to be an ordinary police officer. "Speak slowly... What happened to Mr. Haytham?"
Hitzfeld turned his head and looked at the doorway behind him.
There is a metal sign next to the door: [Nanqiao Street, No. 214-215]
You can't go wrong.
This is indeed where Haytham lives.
She also noticed that there were two plainclothes police officers running towards her from across the street.
"I... I went to deliver his dinner as usual, and I saw it as soon as I walked in... I don't know anything... It wasn't me who did it..."
It was obvious that the woman was extremely frightened. Even with Xia Yibing's support, she still spoke incoherently and her words were incoherent.
"We know it wasn't you."
Xia Yibing pinched the woman's face and forced her to look at him.
"Now, look me in the eye and say, Bella Haytham, what happened to him?"
Perhaps she was frightened by this kind of violence, or perhaps she felt safe from her eyes. The woman took a few sharp breaths and steadied her voice: "I'll go bring him dinner."
"Ah."
"I smelled a foul odor as soon as I walked in."
"Ah."
"There was no light in the room, it was dark, so I put the plate down on the table and said, 'Mr. Haytham, is Mr. Haytham there?'"
"Very well, continue."
"I shouted and groped, and when I found the rope and pulled it, the light came on."
"continue."
"Then I saw a body! A dried corpse!"
The woman was hysterical again.
"It's shrunken like a rag...! Wearing Mr. Haytham's clothes!"
"he died!"
"He's dead—"
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Chapter 12 Game
时间：1984年10月4日，星期四，晚间6点13分。
Location: 215 South Bridge Street, South Hinze, Sarah, second floor living room.
When Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing rushed in together, they both glanced at the clock in the corner.
Xia Yibing even took out a pocket watch from her pocket, carefully checked it to make sure there was no error in the time, and then she turned her attention to the protagonist here - the mummy that caused the maid to scream.
It was sitting behind the dining table, wearing an old brown-red dress. Its exposed face and hands... all the flesh was completely dehydrated and curled up, and its facial features were distorted beyond description.
This is much more exciting than Picasso's paintings.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel a little scared when he saw that face. No wonder the maid was so scared.
Xia Yibing stepped forward to examine the body - she was much more professional in this area than Hitzfeld, so she took the responsibility.
Hitzfeld was not idle either. She looked around the room, trying to collect as many clues as possible.
She looked first at the dining table.
On the dining table, near the door, was a metal tray with four plates on it, one containing beef with applesauce, another containing poached chicken, a deep-fried pork chop, and sliced cheese.
Further inside was a three-pronged copper candlestick with three candles of varying lengths inserted into it, but most of them had almost burned out.
Behind the candlestick, on the table near the wall, there were many newspapers. There were many notebooks and books between the newspapers. Near the mummy were three bottles of ink, one of which had dried up, but the other had a lot of ink left, with a fountain pen refill inserted in it.
It is worth noting that there was a brown leather purse lying on the ground between the mummy and the wall.
It was open, and Hitzfeld moved slightly to the other side to view it from a different angle, seeing that in the purse—and on the floor beside it, filled with it—there were a large number of dark gold coins spilled out.
It's all Kinsela...
The coins of Sera are of uniform value, each of which is 110. There are no less than 200 Sera gold coins here, with a total value of more than 22000.
This money is enough to buy a cargo ship, enough to cover daily expenses for most of a lifetime, and enough to buy 200 good natives on the black market in the countryside.
It might be enough to kill a person.
Hitzfeld changed his angle again, walked closer to the dining table, and looked at the things placed in front of the mummy.
Let's just call it a notebook...
It was a book, almost as thick as Bilbo's. Every page from the opening was blank, and needed to be filled in manually by its owner.
Hitzfeld tilted his head and moved closer, trying to ignore the unpleasant stench emanating from the corpse.
[To my past self:]
[I don't know what the point of all this is. But, Haytham, I have fulfilled my dream.]
[Maybe I paid a price that is unacceptable to ordinary people. But I know exactly what I want.]
[All the pain, ridicule, and oppression turned to ashes during these days. I turned myself into a flame and I could feel my soul burning there.]
[Yes, this is a contract. I must abide by it. I have always believed that I am a person of my word.]
[But now I know what they want to do. I feel that I must do something now. I can't just betray them like this, otherwise I won't be able to forgive myself.]
[This is no longer a story about dreams, Haytham. It's about redemption - we must abandon the selfishness in our bones. I want to do it - yes, I want to do it.]
[I know this will keep me from being the person I once dreamed of being. The dream I worked so hard for… the dream I gave up everything for.]
[I am a selfish person, Haytham. I have enjoyed everything in the future, the vanity, applause, praise... and swallowed up the dream we shared. But I have to destroy it now.]
[If my future self could communicate with my past self, I would definitely apologize to you.]
[Sorry, Haytham.]
[I couldn't do it.]
"strangeness."
Hitzfeld suddenly heard a murmur.
"How could this be?"
"What's wrong?" She turned to look at Xia Yibing.
"Here." Xia Yibing grabbed the mummy's right wrist through her sleeve and lifted it up, allowing Hitzfeld to see clearly that it was holding a black pistol in its hand.
Then he fiddled with the mummy's head, turned it sideways, and showed Hitzfeld a deep hole on its right temple.
For some reason, Hitzfeld got goosebumps.
This is--
How could this happen...it looks like Bella Haytham committed suicide?
She wanted to get closer, even to examine the bullet hole with her own hands, but there was already a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside, mixed with howling and angry scolding.
"Shut up woman! You're trying to bore us to death, aren't you?"
"Kerry, where are they?"
"It's up there. I saw them running up there!"
The chaotic noise squeezed into the house along with its source. There were four people in total, three tall men with different appearances, and the other one was the maid who screamed at the beginning.
"What's going on? Where are they?"
Hitzfeld thought that was all the people there, but unexpectedly another person squeezed in from behind.
He is very short.
He was less than 165cm tall, wearing a dark green dress and a top hat, with a standard "capitalist" mustache, thin lips, and a pair of double-framed gold-rimmed glasses on his prominent hooked nose.
"What's going on!" The man started yelling as he came in. He pointed at Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing and said, "You two! Who allowed you to come up here?"
"Chris! Shante! Go cuff them too!"
and also?
Hitzfeld turned his gaze and saw the group of men and women at the back...the maid's hands had been locked.
Those are not the handcuffs of the Earth, but two thick, tightened iron rings and a circle of chain.
The two tall men in the front immediately rushed forward upon hearing this, but were stopped by Xia Yibing who raised her hand.
"This is Detective Aisun Hitzfeld, who was specially hired by the Sinze Parish."
"you……"
"Detective Hitzfeld has established a cooperative relationship with Xiaomila-Carr, the leader of the Flintstone Knights of the Sinze Parish. If nothing unexpected happens, he will take over this series of cases in the next month."
"...!?"
Several people were stunned when they heard this, and a look of surprise and confusion appeared on their faces at the same time.
Is it them?
But shouldn't they be... Why did they get here?
The short man with a mustache forced a fake smile on his face and walked over, rubbing his hands.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm Joe Cole from the South Sinze Police Department. Regarding this case..."
"We have now taken over the case."
Xia Yibing didn't give him any face at all.
"Yes, this is the decision of the diocese. We also agreed with the diocese at the beginning."
Sheriff Cole, whom Carl mentioned, immediately nodded.
"But, Madam...even so, we have the basic right to pay attention to the case and get involved, right?"
"No, you don't."
"What did you say... huh?"
Sheriff Cole's smile froze, and he finally stopped pretending: "What do you mean?"
A surge of anger welled up in him.
But it was quickly extinguished by the woman's actions.
Xia Yibing took out a small notebook, opened it, and almost shoved it in his face.
"Sara Homeland Security."
