Sometimes Hitzfeld was very grateful to the inventor of pantyhose in this world. If it weren't for this thing, according to the custom here that women are best to wear skirts, she would definitely be frozen to death.
The food was prepared very quickly. After the food was served, Hitzfeld was the first to cover his hands with his hands to warm them. He waited for the warmth to spread from his palms to his heart, and then from his heart to his toes. Only then did he feel truly alive.
"It's cold, isn't it?" Li Ang smirked. "The temperature has indeed dropped again. I think it will snow today."
"It's 9: now." Hitzfeld took a sip of cereal and looked at the clock. "How's their progress?"
"The bodies have been sent over," Li Ang said. "The clinic opens at 5 . If everything goes well, we'll be able to see them before noon."
Hitzfeld said nothing, threw the observation notebook to him, and ate breakfast in silence.
After breakfast, Li Ang had almost flipped through his notes. He asked in astonishment, "Is this guy trying to do something bad to his ex-wife?"
"It's hard to say," Hitzfeld said, "but anyway, we can't punish a person for something he hasn't done yet."
"Besides, he's already dead." Li Ang closed the notebook and put it aside. "So what do you think? Should we just split it into two cases? Or should we just close it like this?"
"That's what Sheriff Rand meant."
"I think he really wants to close the case. If the scholar really finds traces of tranquilizers in his stomach, he will probably be convicted of suicide out of fear of punishment."
"As for the motive, he might have wanted to use the spider to murder his ex-wife, but he didn't do it, and it has nothing to do with those people you mentioned."
Here Hitzfeld is referring to those who had motives to murder the emissary Goliath.
The lords to the north of Goli, and the merchant families who might monopolize the waterways and trade routes to make huge profits, these people, they are the only ones who most want Tompley to die.
But Papaconi-Larsson had nothing to do with them in any way.
In the original transcript, the police asked about his personal connections, but he had never been involved in those circles.
Considering how devoted he was to his profession—so devoted that he neglected his wife and forced her to break up with him—he didn't seem like someone who would lie about it.
"Who knows?" Leon spread his hands. "Maybe he secretly brought some fire bees? These things got out of control and killed Tompley. He felt guilty and committed suicide. This is not impossible."
"Then how do you explain the letter?" Hitzfeld asked again, "It was hidden in the lining of Temple's coat. It must have been sewn before he got on the train. He knew he would meet him here before he got on the train. So Papaconi was convicted of murder? How is this possible?"
Li Ang's brows also slightly frowned.
If Hitzfeld's suspicions were true, Papaconi really intended to murder his ex-wife.
So if a person is planning to kill his lover, would he be distracted to kill another person before he succeeds?
It is indeed basically unlikely.
Unless Temple discovered his secret.
But this is impossible, because multiple testimonies have said that Tompley was very cold. He never took the initiative to talk to people, and it was even more impossible for him to run from car No. 9 to the front and peek at this observation notebook.
"I have a suspicion," Hitzfeld said in a deep voice, "Ms. Mary said yesterday that the glue between these characters is Bella Charles."
"This girl often runs between carriages, and she is very interested in Tompley because of his specialness. Do you think there is a possibility that she ran to Papaconi's room first, found the notebook, and then secretly took the notebook to show Tompley?"
"…You are a genius!?"
Like lightning breaking through the fog, Li Ang spoke after a long while.
"This can indeed explain a lot of mysteries... and Tompley told Bella that the car was dangerous. This may be because he read the notes and knew that there was a potential murderer!"
"But this still doesn't explain why there was that letter." Hitzfeld stared at him, "This can only explain why Papaconi might have wanted to kill him, but please note that this killing intention was sudden. He never intended to kill a man named Yanke Temple before getting on the car. He didn't even know him beforehand!"
"Then someone must be misleading Tompley..." Leon reacted, "Someone used some tricks to make him mistakenly believe that Papaconi was his 'contact'. Papaconi was in car No. 6 so he also got on the train from car No. 6. Because the time was too short, he didn't have time to confirm whether he was..."
"And by the time he saw the notes and was able to truly confirm that Papaconi was not the person he was looking for, but just a guy who had gone astray, it was too late for him to take the letter out of his coat."
Hitzfeld completed it for him.
"When he was about to do this, he was suddenly notified by the real contact to go outside for a detailed discussion. That person killed him there and then put the blame on Papaconi!"
Doesn’t that mean that person is still in car No. 9?
Li Ang was shocked.
From this perspective, Papaconi might even have been murdered?
Are other people in danger as well?
He immediately stood up and wanted to check.
Hitzfeld grabbed him: "Don't worry."
"Sheriff Rand assigned them to separate compartments for separate guarding yesterday. You said so yourself."
Li Ang sat down angrily.
He didn't remember.
"Compared to that, there is something more important that you need to do again."
"what's up?"
"The missing hat," Hitzfeld said.
"No matter who the murderer is or what he did, there is no doubt that Tompley died from the venom of the fire bee."
"That firebee must have been put in his hat."
"And the style of hat Miss Mary described... sounds a lot like the felt leather hat favored by northern merchants. That hat has oily leather on it, and the murderer's fingerprints might be left on it."
"If we find the hat, we might find the murderer." Li Ang nodded, "I'll do it."
The hat must have been thrown off during the bee-poisoning philosopher's time. It may have fallen on the railway track or been picked up by a wanderer.
In short, if you follow the gravel road, you should be able to find news about it.
"Actually, I have another guess."
Hitzfeld held his chin and shook his head slowly.
"What guess?"
Leon was interested, but Hitzfeld didn't say anything.
At present, this guess seems a bit far-fetched. Fortunately, she has time today and her energy has recovered. She can walk back along the railway line and check the tall buildings on the roadside. She can also ask if there are any strange guests recently...
"Come to think of it, that's why Ashley asked me about directions."
She suddenly heard Li Ang sigh.
After a pause, he asked, "What direction?"
"Ah? That's where the train came from."
Li Ang stretched out his hand to gesture to her.
"She must have heard you say that, right? So she wanted to find the hat... I didn't realize it at the time, it seems she is quite smart..."
"Fool!"
He heard the girl curse, but he didn't know who she was cursing.
"Hitzfeld!?"
A fragrant breeze blew by, and when I looked back, I could only catch a glimpse of a black skirt.
Chapter 18: On the Railroad Track
"Don't follow me!"
While running, Hitzfeld heard a noise behind him and knew it was Leon without turning around.
"You want to go alone?" Li Ang looked at her with an even weirder look in his eyes. "You told her that the area was dangerous, and then you chose to go find her alone?"
He felt that the girl must have been confused in her sleep. It was obvious that there were all kinds of ignorant maggots among the lower class... Not to mention that they might not have heard of her name, even if they had heard of it, so what?
They don't care what happens to their lives!
Hitzfeld responded with simple action—stopping, turning, and locking Leon's throat with his right hand.
Li Ang reacted quickly. He stopped quickly, leaned his upper body back, grabbed the girl's wrist with his left hand, and quickly took out a pair of metal shackles from his pocket with his right hand.
But before he caught the girl, he lost his balance and felt a light force hitting the side of his leather boot. He staggered uncontrollably and was bullied by Hitzfeld, who grabbed his collar with one hand and pulled his arm with the other, and threw him out with the help of inertia.
"boom!"
His butt hit the gravel road, Li Ang's hat fell off, and he lay at the bottom of the slope for a long time without recovering.
Is that her…?
How did she have such skills?
If you think about it carefully, she didn't show much strength, she was still relatively weak in terms of strength.
But she was able to perfectly grasp every weakness in the rhythm of her movements and knock him over with a force far weaker than this side.
"Just to prove that I'm capable of protecting myself." Hitzfeld stood on the steps, holding down the hem of her skirt with one hand and pulling out a silver pistol from under her jacket with the other.
"...Okay." Li Ang stood up, patted his clothes, and bent down to pick up his hat from the ground.
With such skills, at least ordinary thugs would not be a problem for her. In addition, with the large-caliber pistol that even he coveted, even if something really happened, the loud gunshot would quickly attract the police to check.
The problem was indeed not big, and he estimated that the Wheel of Fortune had also sent more people to protect her secretly, but she herself was unable to notice it.
"Go and guard the remaining suspects." Hitzfeld gave him an order, "Especially Bella. She may be the only one who holds the clues. Be careful that the murderer silences her."
"How long will you be gone?" Li Ang asked her another question.
"I'll be back tomorrow night."
"...? Are you going to look for someone or what?"
"Just do as I say."
After leaving these words in a somewhat arrogant tone, Hitzfeld no longer hesitated. He walked forward a distance, jumped off the slope, and walked quickly along the railway line in the direction of Wayne.
She walked quickly and hurriedly, and soon, Li Ang's shadow could not be seen anymore.
“I didn’t expect that even he couldn’t stand it.”
Halfway through, she stretched out her hands in front of her and flexed them a few times, somewhat surprised at the improvement in her strength.
Those who come into contact with the mystery will gain something.
This is a motto that is widely circulated in many schools of saurianism, and she happens to be able to correspond to it.
The fighting skills, tracing back to their origins, can be said to have been learned from the dragon girl in the time projection.
Although they had only met once, Hitzfeld was still deeply impressed by the Dragon Girl's unique fighting style and her superb combat skills.
It can be said that Longnv is the strongest person she has ever seen in this regard. No one else, even Xia Yibing, can compare to her. If the two of them face off, Longnv will lose miserably even without camouflaging herself as Xia Yibing.
Hitzfeld didn't understand that reason before.
But after the trip to Dragon Country, every time she recalled those scenes, she found herself gradually understanding them.
Those movements, dodging, attacks... they gradually came to life in her eyes. She began to peek into the essence through the surface movements, and sometimes she could even guess why the Dragon Girl made a certain move.
Then, when she came back from the beach and thought about it again, she had a new understanding of those actions.
Hitzfeld...can't explain logically what's going on.
If she were to say what her biggest changes were, she would probably say there are two.
One was in the West Mountain Dragon Kingdom, where she attempted to use shapeshifting to transform into the Sun King.
The second was that she almost created mythical particles at the bottom of the beach and used this power to become a god in one step.
Of course, both attempts ended in failure. She still looked like Hitzfeld the Devourer and the human Aisuen, but she thought something must have changed.
She may have gained some unique insights into mystery, mimicry, life, and qi and blood.
Putting these insights into practice in reality produced the same effect as just now - Li Ang's actions were full of flaws in her eyes.
Her strength hadn't really improved at all, but what she could do was very different.
"I'd better not trust this feeling too much..."
He pulled the brim of his hat down, and his cold blue eyes narrowed slightly.
Unless faced with an overwhelming danger, she would refuse to use this unknown power as a trump card.
You can learn from real-life examples, use this skill to confuse the enemy, and then suddenly pull out the white whale -
"!"
An inexplicable feeling came over me out of nowhere.
