"My ex-wife is Caterina." Pang Sen nodded. "After she left, I started to think of ways to make money. Then I met Mallory. She has been with me until today. Mallory and I also have two children, one is 8 years old and the other is 6 years old."
“How do your family members get along?”
"Very good! Miss... I'm not bragging, Mallory is very gentle, the children like her very much, you will know when you meet her, she is also very beautiful!"
“What are the personalities of your children?”
"It's all OK... Bieber is very sensible. Before the incident, when I was just starting out, he was only 8 years old. At that time, he knew how to do the accounting for me. And Lina is the same. She is willing to take time out every day to deliver milk and newspapers on the street, and she gives me all the money she earns."
"As for Cokeley and Innie..."
He paused.
"When they were born, the family conditions were already relatively good...so it was inevitable that they would have some bad habits, but overall the four children got along well."
"are you sure."
"Sure, because I forbad them to go to school during this period, so the four of them played together in the yard, and they got along very well."
"That is to say, your family is all quite gentle... and unlikely to provoke others?"
"That's right, that's right!" Pang Sen nodded repeatedly. "Even for me - although I may be a little impatient, I'm actually very easy to talk to. I only show my bad side when I'm facing those extremely excessive guys."
Hitzfeld didn't take this seriously.
It's not that Pang Sen has any bad intentions, but everyone is like this, that mirror will not easily reflect themselves. The mistakes they made, the tempers they lost, the people they offended... these situations have a layer of beautification filter in their eyes, and the self-defense of the parties involved is not credible.
Apart from anything else, she didn't believe that the other party had never offended anyone in all these years of doing business.
But that was all. She couldn't get any more information. She later learned from Ponson about the local police station, and the airship had already landed at the military airport in Fellington.
With Ethan here, Darent didn't need to use an expired driver's license to fool people this time. The group left the airport smoothly, stopped a taxi, and planned to go to Pangson's house first.
“There are a lot of cars here.”
Looking at the scenery along the way, Ethan showed an emotional expression.
He had worked in Blackwood City for a period of time. In comparison, the proportion of cars in Fellington was even higher than that in Blackwood, and there were almost no horse-drawn carriages on the road.
There are fewer carriages and less horse manure, so the roads appear relatively clean.
But the air quality was not good - not only was the sky gray, but there was also a faint haze in the air. He had already taken out his handkerchief in advance, intending to cover his mouth and nose when he went out.
"Because Fellington is a newly built city," said Hitzfeld.
Not much new though.
But this is the law of development of things. Newly built towns are always more efficient than other places in accepting new things and new technologies.
As we were talking, we arrived at the place.
But the situation was beyond their expectations - the entire street seemed to be blocked off, and police officers were checking vehicles everywhere.
"What... happened?"
Pang Sen asked the driver in surprise.
"Huh? You guys who live here don't know?"
The driver was also surprised.
"There's been a murder," he said.
"A child was killed."
"It is said that he died a very tragic death...his head was even cut off!"
Chapter 13: Tragedy on Enling Road (Part 2)
Pang Sen's home is located on Enling Road, at the end of Enling Road, No. 15.
Fellington was built by miners and singing girls, and it has a strong urban atmosphere. However, the area around Enling Road is either an orchard or a park, with beautiful scenery and fresh air. The economic conditions of the families living here should be quite good.
We were stopped at a checkpoint ahead and a traffic jam started.
Leaving behind the driver who had not yet received the fare, Hitzfeld led the other three people and quickly passed the checkpoints set up by the gray-clad policemen and started running along the sidewalk.
After running more than ten meters, they were sure that the place where the tragedy happened was not Pangson's house. Because there were 20 to 30 people mixed with police officers surrounding the house opposite, and a group of people were pointing at the roof.
"Goddess!" Pang Sen ran all the way to the door of his house and saw a woman with her hair tied up and four children of different ages huddled behind an iron fence. He finally felt relieved. His legs were shaking and weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.
Darent quickly helped him up, and looked behind the iron fence, his eyes sweeping over the four children and the woman.
All four children are very fair.
The tallest boy wore a fur hat and a thick plaid shirt, and his eyes were wary from under the brim.
This should be Ponson's eldest son, Bieber. In front of him stood a girl who was only as tall as his waist. His hands were covering the girl's eyes, and no matter how she tried to pull them away, she couldn't get them away.
Next to him was a very thin and petite girl, whose height reached his shoulders. She seemed to be completely stunned by the situation outside, and did not even notice her father's return. She had been squeezing on the railing with a fat little boy and looking across the street.
Hitzfeld was also looking at this family. She quickly matched the information she had obtained with these people one by one, roughly guessed their identities, and then focused on observing Mrs. Ponson.
She was very young, probably in her early thirties at most. She was wearing a light yellow floral dress and an apron, and a pearl earring on her exposed left earlobe.
She saw them the first time—she must have seen her husband. She immediately rushed to the fence and stretched out her hand. Pangsen also rushed over and grabbed it, constantly asking the woman what happened here.
"What's wrong, Mary? Thank the goddess you're all okay...but what's all this about? Is there really something wrong with Mrs. Sinlai?"
"I heard them say something happened..." The woman was very nervous, but she nodded. "I first heard someone screaming outside, and then there was a loud bang... I immediately called the children back to the house from the backyard, locked all the doors and windows, and called Sheriff Daisy... But the line was busy... We were very scared... Fortunately, the police car came twenty minutes later... Many people surrounded the place, and Sheriff Daisy came to ask me what I heard, and her face was very ugly..."
What she said was confusing, but it was enough for people to understand what happened. Hitzfeld immediately interrupted them and said, "Excuse me, sir... I want to know, who is the Mrs. Sinlai you just mentioned...?"
"It's the family living across the street!" The short and fat man pointed, "She's a widow. Her husband died in a car accident three years ago. He left her a large fortune and a child... She loves her husband very much so she has never remarried. She goes to church at least three days a week to relieve her emotions. The child is only 7 years old this year. I can't imagine if it's true..."
He didn't say anything else, but everyone else understood what he meant. This blow was too heavy for a lonely widow, and she might not be able to survive it.
At this moment, two gray-clad policemen from the checkpoint caught up with them. They pointed at Darent and Ethan, two unfamiliar faces, and when they saw Hitzfeld, they relaxed their expressions a little and said breathlessly, "You... and this lady... you have violated the law of peace in Fellington... I must... punish you..."
But no one paid any attention to him.
Hitzfeld didn't even look at him. He just walked through the two or three cars blocking the intersection and went straight to the other side through the gap.
The first thing she saw was a Beetle with a dented front end.
Pure black, petite in shape. The driver's door was wide open, with a street lamp pole embedded in the recess. This object hit the roof from the middle, almost splitting the entire car in half.
After taking a look at the interior of the car, she squeezed through the crowd with the help of Darent and came to a slightly forward position. She raised her head and looked at the roof with the people around her.
One thing that must be mentioned here is that the houses on Enling Road are standardized. Their interior decoration and some modification details may be different, but the overall framework of the houses is exactly the same.
The most obvious manifestation is the layout of the houses. They all have front and back yards, the distance from the gate to the bushes is the same, and they also have pointed roofs.
It was half past eleven, almost noon.
It was a sunny day, and the sun shone straight down through the clouds. Everyone standing below, including Hitzfeld, could clearly see the object hanging on the roof.
It was a boy's head.
He opened his mouth wide, as if biting something. He was nailed to the roof with the strength of his teeth. A bloody spine extended from the broken neck, and there were very obvious dark red bloodstains on the wall where the bones were resting.
The sight alone was horrific enough. Hitzfeld looked down and saw another body of the boy on the lawn.
That was his torso. There were three policemen squatting beside the lawn, measuring something with tape measures. They were walking back and forth, so she couldn't see clearly, but she could still tell through the gaps...the neck of the body was completely exploded.
Yes, it exploded, and it exploded outwards in a spreading manner, causing a huge amount of bleeding on the lawn. A large pool of blood splattered forward, staining almost all the steps red, and even half of the door of the house was stained.
"Hey! Hey! You can't do this!"
There was a dissatisfied roar from behind. It turned out that the two men in gray had caught up with him again. One of them even grabbed Darent's arm, as if this could stop him from escaping.
Such a sensitive occasion... the person caught by the police... the surrounding onlookers immediately dispersed, and there was suddenly an empty space outside the bushes and fences, making the whole scene look very conspicuous.
Three policemen standing in front of the body turned around and saw this scene. One of the tall female police officers walked over quickly, raised her leg and jumped over the fence, and stood in front of them in an instant.
"What's going on?" She looked at Hitzfeld and the others, then turned to look at the two men in gray.
"This... Boss... They trespassed through the checkpoint!" The two immediately started to complain, "They were originally blocked at the back, and suddenly got out of the car and rushed over. Could it be related to the case?"
"We are from the Sara Homeland Security Department." It was Ethan's turn to play a role. He took out his genuine ID and handed it to the policewoman. "We are invited by Mr. Bill Ponson to investigate Ghost Street."
"Security Directorate... Knights of the Red Rose and the Lion?"
The two men in gray widened their eyes and looked at Ethan as if they had seen a ghost.
There haven't been many evil incidents in Fellington since its establishment. To these two people, those men in black are even legendary figures comparable to evil spirits.
"Are you from Wangdu?" The policewoman glanced at him and frowned.
She is not very happy.
Of course she knew the predicament Bill Ponson was facing. He had approached her many times and she wanted to help, but every time the people she sent couldn't even find the shadow of "Ghost Street".
Unexpectedly, Pang Sen couldn't wait to run to the royal capital and directly found people from the Shadow Lion headquarters.
She could understand... and the tragedy that happened at No. 14 Enling Road today also proved that the other party was not being unreasonable, but she still felt uncomfortable because it meant that the local police station had not done enough in terms of both ability and attitude, and she was being looked down upon.
She was very curious, where did Bill Ponson get his connections from?
His business is only doing well locally, so how can he have the channels to contact people of this level?
I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. I looked at the ID card in my hand over and over again three times, but the female police officer couldn't find any problems.
It is indeed true.
"You can call me Daisy. I'm the local sheriff of Fellington," she said, handing the ID back to Ethan. "So you're going to take over this case? Do you still need our help?"
"Oh, of course I need—"
Darent was about to speak when Hitzfeld spoke before him: "We just arrived here, and there are still many details of the case that we need to understand. Even including guarding the scene and preserving and identifying the body...all of these require Sheriff Daisy to cooperate with us."
If Xia Yibing only appeared tough at certain times, and was usually still feminine, then this Sheriff Daisy... Hitzfeld's evaluation was that she was too tough.
She even shaved her head, leaving a neat short light brown hair. Her blue-gray eyes were hidden in the shadow of the hat brim, her eye sockets were deep and her nose was high. In addition, she was at least 180 cm tall and had a flat chest... If it weren't for the obvious difference in her voice, she wouldn't have been able to determine her gender at first.
This kind of person is usually very strong-willed.
No matter what the reason, Pang Sen would definitely feel uncomfortable with the fact that they were invited to take over the case. His words just now were obviously full of sarcasm and provocation.
She didn't want to conflict with the other party, so she had to stop Darent from completely offending the other party with his bad mouth.
What's more, she didn't lie. Many things do require the cooperation of local police.
"no problem."
Hearing her say this, Daisy's expression relaxed a lot.
Then her eyes widened and she stared at her face as if realizing something for the first time.
"Silver-gray hair... blue eye... and he's from Wayneport..."
"Excuse me, could it be that you are..."
"Esun Hitzfeld." The girl admitted helplessly, and then made a joke: "...I didn't know I was so famous."
"Oh! You are probably more famous than you think!" Daisy smiled. "Now not only the poets, but even the traveling theater troupe has begun to edit your stories. You are very popular in Fellington."
Hitzfeld almost immediately realized why things turned out this way - because it was easier to become famous and make money by doing so.
For traveling troupes, the main characters are always young girls who dream of becoming stars. In the past, the roles they could play were mostly traditional ones... such as "knights and princesses"... that is, princesses or rich girls.
But as her story spread, they immediately had a better option, which was to play the role of a young girl detective who repeatedly solved strange cases.
The former is one of the two protagonists, and the latter is the only protagonist. In terms of fame and fan-attracting effects, the latter is undoubtedly the winner. Even a fool knows which choice to make.
But there is no need to worry too much about this, because the only case for which she is truly famous outside her hometown is the Crystal Sea case. Audiences will get tired of performing the same story over and over again, and after a while, those troupes will have to change the subject matter.
Contrary to Hitzfeld's expectations, Daisy was indifferent to Ethan and Darent, but quite enthusiastic towards him.
"I admire you."
She whispered to the girl.
"I know that you have accomplished more than just the Crystal Sea... I've heard some insider rumors that you are very powerful!"
She didn't mind the girl's involvement in the case at all, and seemed very happy, because she could finally see the girl's skills with her own eyes, and even try to learn a little bit.
So is she my "fan"?
Hitzfeld was a little confused. She wasn't sure whether the person who was a fan of Sheriff Daisy was her real self or a representation of herself by the traveling theater troupe.
But now the case is the most important thing.
After verifying their identities, the two gray-clothed men certainly didn't dare to stop them. Daisy led them over the fence into the lawn and came to the corpse to take a closer look.
Witnessing this bloody scene up close, even Darent couldn't help but grit his teeth.
