"So you still couldn't catch him?"
Lying on the bed, Daisy sighed after listening to the girl's description.
Due to excessive blood loss, her face was extremely pale and her voice sounded weak.
Hitzfeld noticed that there was a T-shaped shelf next to the bed. There was nothing hanging on it and he didn't know what it was used for.
"I'm so sorry, Sheriff."
Darent bowed his head.
"It's strange. Hitzfeld said the man was injured, but I chased him all the way out with my dog, but I didn't find any blood on the ground."
"He disappeared into the night mist."
he said softly.
"Like a real ghost would."
"He's very skilled." Daisy nodded. "He climbed up to the second floor with his bare hands... There was nothing to step on down there, then he broke the glass and shot at the bed. I didn't expect the attack to come so quickly..."
It's not just you who didn't expect it.
Hitzfeld closed his eyes.
They all focused their attention on the dream world and never expected that the murderer would do the opposite this time and launch an attack directly from reality.
Of course, this is based on his strength...that level of skill is not something that ordinary people can have. Also, he didn't bleed after being shot, and he disappeared while being chased. This may all be related to mystery.
Darent was no novice, and he had a dog with him, so it was incredible that he could escape his pursuit.
"Mr. Baker is already investigating nearby residences."
Ethan said.
"I don't know how you treat him..."
"Just let him come." Daisy interrupted him by shaking her head, with a somewhat lonely look on her face.
"I'm not a professional in this field... I was able to become a sheriff because I was lucky and worked very hard. In terms of professional ability, I am indeed far inferior to him, let alone Miss Hitzfeld."
"You know him?" Ethan frowned.
"Is it possible that the Sheriff doesn't know the chief of Shadow Lion's local mission department?" Daisy asked him back, "He is a local. I know his family. We almost grew up together. He is just like my younger brother..."
Ethan raised his eyebrows.
"So what do you think of him as a person?" Hitzfeld asked her.
"Very utilitarian." Daisy commented, "Sometimes, in order to achieve a goal, one would resort to unconventional means."
“But he’s supposed to be a good guy.”
"After all, he does this to eliminate evil spirits."
"quack--"
There was the sound of flapping wings.
A few people turned around and saw a big bird flying in from the open window next to it and landing steadily on the T-shaped frame, with a mouse hanging in its sharp beak.
This is Jess.
The black-spotted mountain eagle that Daisy raised.
"I have a humble request, Miss Hitzfeld."
Daisy suddenly spoke up.
"I'd like you to help me take care of Jess during this time."
"Of course, it's not free...Jessie will obey your orders for a while, and I hope it can provide you with some small help."
"Gah?"
The black-spotted mountain eagle was happily tearing a mouse apart and eating it, but when it heard this, it was stunned and started staring at the Sheldon on the ground.
"can."
Hitzfeld looked at the two animals.
"Now, I wish I could go see the body again."
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I think there’s something wrong with my body. I took a nap but when I woke up I realized it was more than ten hours later!
I don’t dare to take a break. Okay, I’ll finish writing three chapters in one go this time, and then go to sleep after I finish!
Chapter 27 Motivation
The room where the bodies were kept was not here.
Although Mrs. Xinlai's death was not as tragic as her son's, the injuries to her body were also extremely shocking. There were eleven gunshot wounds on her body from her face to her thighs, and she was basically shot into a sieve.
The distance from the window to the bed in the bedroom where the crime was committed was less than two meters. The kinetic energy of the bullet was hardly reduced, so there were many penetration wounds on the back and sides of the body.
Those were real "blood holes" that were formed when bullets rolled inside the human body.
Hitzfeld brought two other people and a dog to the next door and saw a stretcher on the ground, covered with a white cloth stained red with blood.
Are all the police in Farrington idiots?
Seeing this scene, she was really a little dissatisfied.
They hadn't even looked at it carefully, and had already covered the body with cloth after collecting evidence, as if to seal it. If the blood scabs and the attached flesh were torn apart when the cloth was removed, wouldn't it destroy the wound and possible evidence?
"It must be our Chief Baker who is in charge~" Darent whistled, "As the saying goes, 'utilitarianism', and 'means that are not in line with conventional cognition'."
Hitzfeld ignored him and began to carefully tear the white cloth.
After tearing it open, she examined Mrs. Sinlai's body from head to toe.
"Where are the bullets?" she suddenly asked a gray-clad policeman guarding the room, "Where are the bullets taken out of the mattress?"
"They were... all taken away by Mr. Baker." The police officer obviously hadn't figured out the nature of the matter yet, and said in a daze and stuttering, "He said he would take them back and use special techniques to check if there are any fingerprints on them."
"You're really unscrupulous!" Darent snorted, and even Ethan frowned deeply.
Hitzfeld felt fine.
Fingerprints... Fingerprints are already included in Shadow Lion's internal classification of criminal investigation knowledge, but its application scope is not yet widespread.
This is not the fault of fingerprint science, but the fact that the conditions of informatics have not kept up.
After all, it is impossible to collect all the fingerprints of citizens and build a fingerprint database based on them. Cases that can be solved with fingerprints... all have rough suspects.
And the current situation is that they have no clue at all.
The murderer did confess who he was - Nicholas Brende, but were they supposed to take it seriously?
Even if fingerprints were really found on the warhead, so what? At the moment, the only people they could suspect were those people, and she really didn't think that her fingerprints could match theirs.
And then—when it was clear that it didn’t match—what could Karen Baker do?
He couldn't dig up Earl Candy's grave and look for information about the dead.
"I took a quick look last night. It's number 3, the same as most handgun bullets." She stood up. "Let's go. We won't find anything if we stay here."
Returning to Daisy's room again, she received an exclusive arm guard from the other party.
It looked very...cheap. Because it was woven from straw and vines, it could hardly defend against any attack.
But according to Daisy, it has absorbed the sweat and blood she shed during her past falcon training. Only by wearing this special arm guard will the mountain eagle Jessie listen to her.
Hitzfeld tried it, put the arm guard directly on his left wrist, and then stretched his left hand in front of the mountain eagle.
The mountain eagle tilted its head, looked at her carefully with its sharp eyes, and jumped directly over from the shelf.
A pair of huge claws that might be sharper than a razor tightened through the arm guard, and Hitzfeld clearly felt that the blood flow in his arm was a little blocked.
You can't keep this thing up all the time, otherwise your hands won't be able to bear it.
She put the mountain sculpture back on the shelf, asked Daisy some more instructions, and led the others out of the house.
At noon, it was sunny again.
The bright sunlight was a little dazzling. Hitzfeld raised one hand to block the sunlight, frowned, and saw the Ponsons standing at the door of the mansion across the street.
Yes, they must have heard about what happened last night...it's normal for them to feel panic.
"Mr. Ponson."
After walking over and exchanging greetings, Hitzfeld stared at the man's anxious expression and asked, "How can I help you?"
She did not forget that this person was the client.
"I want to know what's going on, Miss Hitzfeld!" Ponson said quickly, "Mrs. Sinlai is... how could she do it so quickly?... Have you found the murderer?"
Mrs. Ponson didn't say anything, but her brows were furrowed, and she looked extremely worried.
"Not yet," Hitzfeld said, "but I have a clue."
Hearing her say this, Ethan and Darent turned around to look.
They were basically with her all the time, and they could relate to everything she had been through and seen.
So how did she get this idea?
What the hell...how come they have no clue?
After hearing what she said, although Mr. and Mrs. Pangsen were still very uneasy, they felt more relieved than before.
Refusing the invitation to have lunch with them, Hitzfeld took out the car keys from Daisy, opened the door of a black Auslan sedan, and motioned Ethan to the driver's seat.
"Why not me?" Darent was unhappy.
"because……"
Hitzfeld glanced at him dimly.
"Your driver's license has been expired for almost two years."
Ethan drove steadily.
Following the girl's instructions, he drove them around the nearby blocks, went straight to the center of Ferrington, and found a place to pull over.
There were many restaurants on the commercial street. They discussed their preferences and finally chose a restaurant that served braised pork with rice.
You can't expect good service in a small place, but the food was served quickly and tasted okay.
"I don't understand."
Darent took a bite of food and looked at the girl while chewing.
"Are you really not fooling them?"
Just now on Enling Road, he wanted to question Hitzfeld. He suspected that the other party's clues were nonsense, but he did not get angry because the Ponsons were still there.
"We have known each other for a while now, can you tell me when I have ever lied to anyone?"
Hitzfeld spoke calmly as he used a fork to stir the soft-boiled egg into the rice and mixed it with the delicious cheese.
Oddly enough, she hates most dairy products, but she loves cheese.
“Although I can’t give you a specific example, if it can achieve your goal, you are definitely not someone who is stingy with integrity.”
Darent snorted.
"Don't pretend. Tell me what you found."
"Don't you think Mrs. Sinlai's death is strange?" Hitzfeld looked at Ethan.
"It's very strange." Ethan nodded. "First it was her son, then it was her... If it was all done by the same person, then his target is not only children, but also the adults in Enling Road are in danger."
"Is that all you thought of?"
"……What's the meaning?"
"That is to say." Hitzfeld slowed down the stirring. "Is it possible that she was killed?"
Destroyed?
Ethan was stunned at first, then stared.
He remembered... Mrs. Sinlai did say yesterday... She blamed it all on the church, believing that it was the operation of the New Lunso Cathedral to inherit the Red Tomato Garden that angered the Count and attracted the Count's ghost to kill people.
