Hitzfeld is also thinking about this issue.
Based on the currently known information, the postman Luke and Eugenie must have some kind of cooperation.
Otherwise it is impossible to explain what the previous letter is about.
Here, for the last letter, which is the one with the strongest warning meaning, completely revealing the "truth", and asking Jerry to ask Detective Hitzfeld to come to town to solve the ending problem, Eugenie chooses to disguise himself as Luke and deliver it in person.
Dressing in disguise shows that he is afraid of exposing his identity.
There are only two things to be afraid of here, one is the Gralant Manor, and the other is the group of evildoers who set fire to the monastery and destroyed the railway tracks.
What is difficult to infer is his motive, that is, she couldn't figure out whether Luke had been killed at that time.
If he had been murdered, Eugenie might have written the last letter because he discovered this.
If he was not killed, and Eugenie was sure that Luke was still fine, then his motive for doing this was a bit scary.
Because this incident can be explained as - he was afraid that Luke was not his friend and he had lost trust in Luke.
So he would rather take the risk himself than continue to deliver the letter to Luke.
"There's another problem." Ethan continued, "In this case, it's hard for us to determine who the body belongs to."
Yes.
Hitzfeld nodded slightly.
The possibility that the body found behind the fence of the "pigsty" was that of Eugenie was increased.
"What are you talking about?" Jie Li didn't understand their conversation, but she instinctively felt that it would not be a good thing. "Why do I always feel a little uneasy..."
"You slept too much." Hitzfeld forced a smile at her. "Take a bath. I've boiled water for you... There are fruits in the fruit basket, all washed and chilled with lake water. If you go to bed later tonight, it will probably be late, so you can eat a little more."
After settling Jerry's situation, the two went downstairs and found Darent to "switch shifts" - he would have to keep watch over Jerry tonight.
"You don't need sleep anyway," Hitzfeld said. "Of course you're the one doing this."
Darent was unconvinced at first, claiming that Hitzfeld didn't need to sleep either and was more energetic than himself at night.
"We have more important things to investigate." Hitzfeld stopped him with one sentence, "Take good care of the house, we will try to come back as soon as possible."
After saying hello to Tonks, Hitzfell and Ethan climbed on their horses and staggered out of the alley.
The roads in many places in the town are very narrow. Compared with horse-drawn carriages, riding horses can also pass through various small roads, which can greatly save travel time.
It was just quite bumpy, and Hitzfeld's horsemanship was probably just good enough to keep from falling off, so she even wore an extra pair of shorts under her skirt for riding - her pantyhose had been worn out by the bumps in the morning.
At night, the alley was completely dark, with Ethan's hand-held lantern as the only source of light.
The autumn wind rushed through the alley, sometimes making a "woo-woo-woo" sound similar to a woman's howling.
Combined with the silent environment and the terrifying shadow that had shrouded the town, Hitzfeld always unconsciously touched the holster under his armpit.
Well.
After all, her thighs had been tortured by riding.
The holster naturally has to be moved up.
Fortunately, this process did not last long.
In less than three minutes, they were out of the alley and on the main street, just in time to see a group of knights riding by.
Hitzfeld knew a few of them. They were from the manor and had come out with the team in the morning.
As for the others, they were all strangers, probably militia trained by Chikalia Noan.
They also met Sheriff Lister halfway.
"Where are you going?" Liszt was surprised that he could still see them after dark.
"To Rook's house," Hitzfeld replied. "We need to ask about the body again."
"But this is not the direction to Luke's house?" Lister was even more surprised.
"Oh, we naturally have our considerations."
"I'll go with you!"
Liszt became excited and followed, leading a horse.
He was curious about what the young detective was trying to do.
However, what happened next really puzzled him - the two men actually took him all the way to the open space in front of the monastery.
A small shed had been built on the open ground, serving as a temporary morgue.
There is no way around it, because the original locations for this task were monasteries and churches.
"Is Luke's body here too?" Hitzfeld asked him suddenly.
"Here I am."
"take me."
"Right over here."
They came to the corner of the shed where a row of stretchers stood, each covered with a white sheet.
After getting off the horse, Hitzfeld didn't ask for help, but went up alone to lift the outermost stretcher cloth, revealing the mutilated and charred corpse.
"Has Luke's family come to see us?"
"seen it already."
"They determined it was Rook."
"determine."
"Are you sure they won't get confused?"
"Ah!" Liszt looked at her in surprise.
"What do you mean, Miss Hitzfeld?"
"It's simple. Sometimes people's judgment is unreliable." Hitzfeld just shook his head.
Next, she lifted up the other stretchers and checked each charred corpse one by one, doing something that almost made Lister scream.
She actually asked to build a fire nearby so that she could roast the charred corpse she had chosen again!
"You are blaspheming people's faith!"
Lester screamed.
"If they see you, you're done!"
"Damn faith."
Hitzfeld scoffed.
"I am only responsible for the living, and I will also help the dead to avenge their blood debts... If this corpse could speak, it would support me in doing so."
Lister was at a loss for a while, then he reacted and called several police officers to cordon off the scene.
Hitzfeld roasted the body—roasted it to make it drier and harder. Then he asked for a machete and chopped the body himself.
“…” Lister was already numb, holding his head with both hands, his face full of fear.
"All right."
After chopping for a while, Hitzfeld threw away the machete and gasped.
"Pack it up and take it with you to Rook's."
"Ok?"
Liszt was stunned.
He seemed to suddenly react, and took a closer look at the miserable corpse, discovering that the girl had almost chopped off its limbs.
This missing location... is very similar to Luke's body!
Lister opened his mouth wide, as if he knew what Hitzfeld was going to do.
With the body in hand, Luke's family soon arrived.
It was a small wooden house by the lake. The lights were on inside, a broken fishing net was drying in the yard, and one could faintly hear someone crying inside.
"Old Luke!"
Hitzfeld and Ethan were both staring at him, and Lister was forced to go forward and knock on the door.
"I'm Liszt!"
"Open the door! There are some things we want to confirm with you!"
There was a burst of hurried footsteps from inside.
With a "clang", the door opened.
A wrinkled, mottled old face squeezed out from the crack of the door. The man stared fiercely at the group of people standing at the door and asked in a low voice: "Did you catch him?"
"not yet……"
"Then why do you have the nerve to come visit me?"
"Uh...that's it."
Liszt gritted his teeth and had the shroud spread out on the ground.
"We would like to ask you to confirm whether this is Luke's body..."
"is not it?"
Old Luke's eyes suddenly widened.
He slammed the door aside, took a few steps out, walked to the body and squatted down. After looking at it for a while, his eyes began to turn red again.
"Who else could it be but him..."
Liszt was struck by lightning and rushed over to remind him loudly.
"This... Old Luke! Watch out!"
"I don't need an outsider to remind me who my grandson is!"
The old man pushed him away viciously, pointing at the corpse and roaring loudly.
"His legs and feet are bent inwards! These are all Luke's characteristics! I will never make a mistake!!!"
As soon as these words came out, Liszt's face turned completely gloomy.
Ethan turned his head to look at Hitzfeld and found that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Chapter 35 Weird Things
Everyone who witnessed Hitzfeld's "corpse abuse" understood a problem at this moment.
Since Luke's family still insisted that this was Luke after examining the fake body so carefully, why...can't the murderer do the same?
The true identity of the corpse and the discussion about whether it was Luke suddenly became confusing again.
"I didn't expect that..." Ethan looked at her with a complicated look, "You did a good job, Hitzfeld."
The reason for the complexity is that this was the first time he truly felt the gap in thinking between the two.
It's not that he can't think of it or do it. After all, he has so many years of experience. But he knows he doesn't have the ability to quickly find a breakthrough point in such a complex situation.
It wasn't that he was jealous of Hitzfeld - that wasn't the case at all, but - after all, he had been in this business for so many years and had devoted all his energy to it. Watching the girl grow up and surpass himself, this feeling was indeed difficult to describe.
But after the complexity, he felt happy. He was happy for Hitzfeld from the bottom of his heart and even felt a little proud of him.
It seems that I was the first person in the bureau to officially contact Hitzfeld.
So, I can be considered as her guide.
"I got inspiration from some cases." Hitzfeld felt a little embarrassed when he was staring at her. "The notes left by the lady... recorded several examples in which the relatives of the victims insisted on their own judgments, but they were proved wrong in the end, which wasted a lot of her time... I was deeply impressed by this, so what I think is that no matter how sure the relatives of the victims are about certain judgments, they cannot be trusted without evidence."
"I, a person with more experience, should have taught you this." Ethan nodded, and the more he looked at the girl, the more satisfied he became. "Not bad, really good."
On the other side, Old Luke started arguing directly with Sheriff Lister.
Lister was very annoyed about the fact that Old Luke had misidentified the body. Not only did it represent the collapse of his previous trust in the family, it also involved an impact on his professional field... and perhaps some philosophy.
After all, he did want to do a good job in Green Town at the beginning, which shows that he is a man with certain ambitions. His enthusiasm for work is driven by his understanding of this industry, but now this understanding has been broken.
