"If it's not a lie, then it's hysteria." Grimm said, "Didn't he say he had that... that thing..."
"Mechanophobia," Hem reminded.
"Yes! Mechanophobia! He said that he is afraid of all mechanical creations and thinks they are monsters. So it is normal for him to regard other things as monsters, right?"
"That's what we thought." Agent Anmi's face was livid, "But Vincent Crater is really dead."
Everyone turned to him, and Pippen screamed, "Didn't you write that in the notebook you gave me?"
"Because it happened not long ago." Agent Anmi frowned, "The cause of death... looked like an accident. I thought it had nothing to do with this case. Besides, Lawrence didn't explain what happened to these people at the time, so I didn't connect it. I planned to finish dealing with things here with you first and then go over to take a look."
"Where are those people now?" Xia Yibing asked anxiously.
"It's right across the street." Agent Anmi pointed to a wall. "It's next to the store where we first came out. There were too many of them, so we temporarily put them in a thatched house and built a stove for them to use."
The thatched house he was referring to was not a house covered with thatch, but a house used to store fodder.
Fodder is prepared for horses and livestock. There are many horse-drawn carriages in the town, and hunters have to ride horses when they travel. In addition, fodder is expensive in winter, so many people store grass in the fall, and the hotel is no exception.
A group of people went downstairs quickly, and halfway through, Hitzfeld asked them to take an extra look at the kitchen.
"What's going on? Inspectors?"
A sturdy, short and fat old man was cutting ingredients with a kitchen knife. He was a little frightened to see them rushing in.
"I'm not doing anything illegal!"
"Don't worry, old Sig." Agent Anmi comforted him, "These people just want to get to know you. After all, you are also involved in this case."
"Ah, I'd be honored..."
As they talked, Hitzfeld studied him carefully.
Although he is ugly, you can tell that he should be a good person.
It is impossible for a boss with a bad temper to run one of the best hotels in town. Many guests really won't come back after being offended, so he must be a good person as Fair said.
A good person alive.
"Can you describe the situation again?" Hitzfeld interrupted them.
"This is... Miss Nun?"
"Aisun Hitzfeld, detective." Xia Yibing helped explain, "She came with us. You answer whatever she asks."
"Okay, Inspector!"
"Tell me again about your encounter with him," Hitzfeld demanded.
Old Sig glanced at Agent Anmi, and finding that he didn't say anything, he immediately began to describe with saliva flying.
"He looked very thin... he was vomiting on the side of the road when I first saw him."
"I couldn't help but think of my child who was studying in another city, so I pulled him up, arranged for him to sit down in the store, and made him a cup of bean soup to warm himself up."
"He is a well-mannered child after all. When I was arguing with others, he just sat there quietly drinking bean soup without saying a word. He was very well-behaved."
"Then those bastards quickly took their things and left. He was obviously not in the same group as them, so I arranged for him to stay upstairs."
Hearing this description, everyone, including Agent Anmi, felt a chill in their hearts.
Much of Fair Lawrence's first interrogation was about the nightmare, things that Agent Amy didn't know.
The one he knew was Old Sig, the version described by the fur traders.
He thought that was the truth.
The version told by Fair Lawrence... he couldn't even imagine it.
"That's very strange."
Zafira held her chin.
"Is there such a bizarre hysteria?"
It is now obviously no longer possible to blame the problem on hysteria.
No matter how severe their hysteria was, those fur traders at least traveled with Fair Lawrence all the way.
He could call out their names, so they obviously knew each other on the way.
The words and actions of these people in front of him turned into completely different scenes in his eyes.
This cannot be explained by hysteria at all.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Agent Anmi suddenly spoke up.
When others looked over, they found that the sturdy man's face was pale and the hand touching his chin was shaking.
"I seem to...remember something..."
"Yes, I remember it very clearly. It was those fur traders. They probably didn't know him... They didn't even know each other's names!"
After he said this, Hitzfeld also remembered.
Phil Lawrence said it himself: Although he was able to overcome his fear of mechanical vehicles, he could hardly move after sitting on one.
Not to mention chatting with other people, I can't even change my posture.
So they really shouldn't know each other...
They didn't know each other in the car. After getting off the car, Fair vomited on the side of the road, and then he was pulled in by old Sid.
The others were arguing with old Sig at the time, and there was no opportunity for him to get to know or inquire about them.
So how did he know these people's names?
It is even more impossible for a hysteric to be a prophet!
"What did you give him to drink?"
Hitzfeld suddenly glared at old Sig.
I have looked directly into the evil god's blue eye more than once.
The power at that moment was far beyond what a mortal could bear.
At least, if there is a problem, there should be some flaws.
"I... I just gave him bean soup..."
Old Sig was frightened and stammered, pointing to the cutting board with his kitchen knife.
"It's...these materials..."
"Inspector Anmi said... to entertain you... so I will... prepare..."
"Lock down this store."
Xia Yibing reacted quickly and turned around to remind An Mi.
Anmi nodded, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.
"No...I really don't know anything..."
Old Sig was terrified.
He originally thought that it had nothing to do with him and at most he would just ask about the situation and then let it go.
As a result...these policemen now suspect that he poisoned the bean soup?
"Don't get excited, boss."
Ethan comforted him.
"The matter has not been investigated thoroughly yet, so it may not be your fault."
Herm nodded.
Even if there really was something wrong with the bean soup, it didn't necessarily mean that it was Old Sig who was behind it.
There may be a problem with the raw materials.
It is also possible that some ingredients were added during the process.
"Hitzfeld?"
Xia Yibing was about to say something when she looked up and saw Hitzfeld covering his forehead with his hands and frowning.
"What are you thinking?"
“I always feel like there’s something I’m missing.”
The girl said.
"Go get some fresh air?"
Xia Yibing suggested.
"Okay." Hitzfeld nodded.
"I'm going to go have a cigarette." Pippen took out a cigarette box and matches and looked at the other male agents.
"Together?"
"Together!" Hem followed immediately.
"Boss, where is the toilet?"
"There's a small room on the left after you go out the back door. That's it."
"Hitzfeld?"
Xia Yibing was about to walk towards the front door when she suddenly noticed that the girl next to her stopped.
"bathroom?"
She heard her whisper, then turned and ran towards the back door.
"Hey?"
In the yard, as soon as Pippen and his companion pushed open the door, they saw a white figure rushing in.
"Wait... Miss Hitzfeld! This is the men's room!"
Hitzfeld didn't care about them.
After rushing in, she looked around.
"window……"
"window……"
Got it!
There is a window in the upper middle part of the entrance wall.
Given her current position and the angle of the light projection, she could just see her own reflection in it.
"It's troublesome."
Pippin, who came in, heard her moan.
"It can't be that thing..."
Chapter 25 Disappearance
Old Sig was soon invited to the scene.
It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable seeing a nun in a pure white dress in the men's restroom, but since this involved a murder case, he had no choice but to cooperate no matter how scared he was.
"Are all the toilets here located in this position?" Hitzfeld asked him.
"What else?" Old Sig looked confused.
"Is there any on the second floor?"
"Have!"
"On the third floor."
"All!"
“All the finishes, sinks, stalls and even the placement of lights and windows are the same.”
