"Hitzfeld, may I know what you want to do?"
When going downstairs, Sheriff Rand whispered to the quiet girl, trying to get the secret from her calm face.
This feeling that the other party seemed to know something but he couldn't see anything was really bad, which made him doubt his own ability.
"For now, it's just speculation. I mainly don't understand the other party's motives... and what he can do in this position." Hitzfeld said difficult words, looking into the void, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something.
"Have the true identities of the people in the car been verified?" she asked the sheriff.
"Only Mrs. Charles has verified it," Ayn Rand said. "After all, the time is too short. We have to seal off the scene, guard the scene, and run around for what happened last night... It's too late to get to Wayne in such a short time."
If the suspects wanted to verify their identities, they basically had to go to Wayne, but as a member of a minor noble family, Mrs. Charles had an identity file there.
"But there shouldn't be any problems, right?" The sheriff still didn't understand why she asked these questions again. "I mean... Wayne had an incident before, um, after that kind of thing, they are very strict in ticket inspection..."
The review of migrant population after the Wayne coup can be described as ten times stricter. Although it has been relaxed a bit during this period, ordinary people's forged identities will definitely not be able to pass the ticket inspection.
"What if they are not ordinary?" Li Ang suddenly said, "What if one of them has a secret mission from the outer sea to kill someone?"
"This..." Sheriff Rand widened his eyes. He had indeed never considered this.
But after calming down, he realized that this assumption had a big flaw.
"If that's the case, then why did they use this method?" he said. "People from the outer sea...if they had prepared in advance, why didn't they just use guns to kill a Goliath?"
Although it may sound a bit cruel to say this, the treatment the Goliaths received when they died in Sara was definitely worse than that of the locals.
It is not as simple as not receiving family subsidies, because the places they flee to may not have any identity information at all. They can easily be treated as illegal residents and no one cares about the cause of their death.
So if the murderer's target was such a person, why could he just kill him one night? Why would he take the trouble to get on the train and expose himself to the very small number of suspects?
"It's possible that he couldn't find our Mr. Temple before, so he played a little trick."
It was Hitzfeld who answered the question.
At this time they had already reached the bottom floor. She leisurely walked through those covetous gazes, stepped out and looked around. For some reason, she frowned again.
"Can I know what you are talking about?" Sheriff Rand felt that he could not bear it any longer.
"Have you read the transcript, Sheriff?" Leon said.
"I saw it. Don't tell me there's something in the transcript that I didn't notice."
"Well... Mr. Yodelal said that the ticket he bought was for carriage No. 6, and Mr. Temple lived in carriage No. 9. Don't you think there is something wrong here?"
Sheriff Rand thought about it carefully. Although this behavior was strange, it was not something he had never seen before. So he shook his head and said, "I can't see it."
"So do you think it's more comfortable to walk directly from the platform to your own carriage and then get on the train... or to randomly find a carriage and walk through the narrow aisle and the dangerous-looking outer corridor to your own carriage... or is this more comfortable?"
"That's not how it's calculated, is it?" The sheriff frowned. "There are so many people who got on the wrong car..."
"But that usually happens when there are a lot of passengers," Li Ang retorted. "There are only a few passengers here on the Leixin Line 4. People are not just rushing to get on the train. They have enough leisure to slowly look for their own carriages on the platform."
"Well……"
"Another point is that from other people's testimonies we can see that Mr. Tompley is a man who doesn't like to talk and is quick to act." Li Ang continued, "For example, he never asked the flight attendant to ask if he wanted this or that - he always directly pointed out what he wanted and didn't give the other party room to question. We usually think that this kind of person is very active, he is very purposeful in doing things, and doesn't like to beat around the bush."
Hitzfeld watched Li Ang's teaching with a smile on his face, and added at the right time: "So this situation is very abnormal only in his case."
"Then do you know why he did this?" Sheriff Rand asked suspiciously.
"Hitzfeld should have guessed it, and so did I, but we don't have any evidence yet."
“???” Sheriff Rand widened his eyes.
"Wait a moment." He raised his hand to tell the two to stop going forward. He stood alone on the side of the road, one hand on a roadside tree, the other hand on his temple, his eyes closed as if reminiscing.
He reviewed the contents of the transcript and the interrogation process of everyone.
After a while, he opened his eyes, and there was an inexplicable divine light flashing in them.
"You suspect he's looking for someone...is that right?"
"Of course, a person like him wouldn't do that for no reason. The most likely scenario is that he was looking for someone... He thought he could run into his companions here, or maybe he was tricked into getting on the bus by them!"
When it came to the key point, Sheriff Rand trembled with excitement.
Why didn't I think of it before...
Obviously, it is so obviously weird...
"Hurry to the other side!" He started to leave, explaining, "His box is kept in my room... I live in the hotel across the street with the crew. There are some letters in his box, and maybe we can find clues in them!"
The reason why I didn't take this seriously before was because I couldn't figure out any connection. Just looking at the letters, I didn't even know who the other party was, so Sheriff Rand was too lazy to connect them.
But now it’s different. If Yanke Tompley was lured to Line 4 and attacked, he might be carrying the other party’s letter!
Otherwise, how would he know to come here to find someone?
There is no problem with this logic!
However, the two people behind him were not as happy as he was.
Hitzfeld looked at Leon and found that the man was also looking at her.
"You are not only talented in dealing with those strange problems," the man said, "I have basically recognized you."
"I don't need your approval, Agent Cornerel," the girl sneered back, "I am... I didn't expect you to be that capable."
Because Leon, like her, did not have much hope for the "letter", Hitzfeld could see at a glance that he had the same concerns as herself.
Let’s first sort out the context of the case.
①: The deceased, Yanke Tompley, was a Golian. His identity has not been ascertained yet, but immediately after his death, a Royal Capital agent like Leon Cornerell came to investigate.
②: Leon once said that Goliath’s evil disaster has gotten out of control. Large areas of human settlements have been swallowed up by the gray fog, and the remaining Goliaths can only huddle on the north bank and struggle to survive.
③: He just hinted that it was an assassination from overseas.
Putting this information together, Hitzfeld had reason to believe that there might be some inside information about this case that he did not want to get involved with.
For example, Yanke Temple is actually an envoy of the Plantagenet Dynasty. He came to the king secretly to seek Sarah's help.
If this is the case, and the involvement is really that big, then Hitzfeld put himself in her shoes and felt that if she was a secret envoy of this nature, it would be unlikely for her to carry such an important letter with her.
Either the document is not with you, or it is burned after reading. These are the only ways to deal with it.
So Sheriff Rand's hope of getting clues from the dead man's box is unlikely.
"Whose side do you think the other party will be on?"
Staring at Sheriff Rand's excited back, Hitzfeld continued to test Leon.
"I don't know." Li Ang shook his head very confidently, "I don't know how to tell fortunes, how can I guess who the other person is right away?"
"I didn't ask you to guess who it was." Hitzfeld frowned. "Who are the people who don't want the Plantagenet dynasty to continue? You're from Wayne, don't you even know this?"
"If you guess like that, there are too many possible people." Li Ang continued to shake his head and counted on his fingers for her. "First of all, all the lords on the North Shore now don't want the Plantagenet Dynasty to survive."
"why?"
"Do you want to have a master to look after you, or do you want to be a leader among others?"
"Aren't they almost being driven into the sea? How can this be called warlord separatism?"
"Maybe he thinks it hasn't reached that point yet so there's no need to panic~" Li Ang laughed in a rather annoying way, then gradually restrained himself.
"The second is...some people in Sara, they are also happy to see the fall of a dynasty."
"I can guess...but I want to hear your reasoning behind it."
"There are many reasons." Leon looked around and lowered his voice. "If the last dynasty of Goli is destroyed, the people over there will definitely try to cross the sea to Sara."
This is all population and labor, and even the huge amount of wealth they carry with them.
"The second is the waterway. You should know that the main waterway to Goli is controlled by those people."
"I do know."
"As long as Goli is not completely destroyed, like the Eastern Continent's Laceres, they can continue to support the plantations on the north bank of Goli and make huge profits from it."
These are indeed the practical reasons.
Although he had expected it, Hitzfeld was still not happy to hear Leon admit it.
So superficial… stupid even.
Irwin is sometimes too gentle...
"Don't think about it." Li Ang clapped his hands to bring her back to her senses.
"It's not confirmed yet, is it? No one knows whether he is the emissary of Goliath or not. Before all this is exposed, you might as well treat it as an ordinary case."
"But no ordinary case is so extraordinary that even the method of murder cannot be seen."
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled everything he had seen and heard in carriage No. 13.
There was nothing noteworthy about Temple's body except that it was in a strange posture, had a distorted face, and had a pale complexion.
There were no visible wounds on her skin, and her natural orb did not move.
So how did he die?
Precisely because she had no clue, she focused her suspicion on Papaconi, wondering if he was the one driving the poisonous insect or if someone else had borrowed the poisonous insect.
The perfume-making book left by the lady seemed to have mentioned a kind of attractant that could drive most insects crazy and amplify their aggressiveness.
So if someone threw a mad attractant into the carriage, causing the poisonous insects to go crazy—
But even if he had a way to remove the bite marks, even if he had a way to trick Yankee Temple into running to the external platform, how could he ensure that the poisonous insect would bite the person he wanted to harm?
Papaconi-Larson's room was at this end, and Tompley and Bliss's room was at that end. As for the little spider she saw, could it have run that far? Break through the insect's hatred of the cold and come out to bite people?
Many things were inexplicable, and Hitzfeld felt that the case was difficult.
It was not easy to use the backtracking to check anything here, because there was really no poltergeist fluctuation. Her left eye had never reacted in this situation, as if it was disdainful of this "ordinary contradiction".
It doesn't matter...
She was also secretly holding back her strength.
As long as it was done by a human... as long as it was premeditated, I don't believe there would be no flaws to be found.
She fell into deep thought and did not talk to Leon again. The three of them bent down and crawled under the corridor of the carriage, crossed the railway tracks, and came to another hotel on the opposite block.
This should be the travel hotel where the crew is accommodated.
Just by looking at the facade, Hitzfeld's impression of this store was much better than that of the Tengniao Hotel.
The first floor is kept very clean. Although it is not luxurious, at most the old furniture and door frames have been repainted. But how should I put it... the most feared thing in everything is contrast.
The facade of Tengniao can be described as slovenly. The door frame looks like a black moldy pillar that has not been carefully wiped for sixty years. After stepping over the threshold, one can clearly smell a stale, decayed and dilapidated smell.
In comparison, Hitzfeld also felt that he would rather live here.
The layout of the two stores is not much different. There is also a bar and scattered tables on the first floor, but there are not many people, which is in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle across the street.
This shows how important Boris's connections are.
Obviously, no matter how clean and bright other hotels are, the main tenants in this area still prefer to go there.
After all, this group of people were not serious people. She guessed that there might be some reasons behind this, such as the women she had seen before, sitting in the store with dull eyes and wearing thin clothes in winter.
Sheriff Rand's room was on the third floor, a floor that was less likely to be disturbed. He led them upstairs to the room first, and as soon as he entered the door, he rushed straight to a broken suitcase.
Hitzfeld and Leon had no intention of helping him, so they just watched silently from the side.
The box was opened, and Sheriff Rand found a dozen letters inside. He opened them one by one and examined them carefully, his brows gradually furrowed.
He did not find any sentence in it inviting Temple to take the ride.
"Perhaps you can contact the police in Wayne and ask them to help investigate his whereabouts before he left."
Hitzfeld reminded.
After all, Blackwood City is not far from Wayne. The Reising Line 4 departs from Wayne and it will only take a few hours to reach this location.
Anyone would have a very vague memory of what happened a month ago, but with such a short time interval, I believe the station staff still have an impression of Tompley.
"I have written to them and told them about it."
Sheriff Rand was a little dejected.
"I wrote a lot of letters... and sent telegrams, but the time is too short. I guess they won't reply to me until the evening."
"Have you checked everything else in this box?"
Li Ang moved closer and tried to look inside the box.
