There was a dead silence in Jacaranda Street. The smoke from the kitchen and the faint laughter that had been heard had all disappeared.
When I came out of the inquiry room, it was almost dark, and the winter wind blew through the dry treetops, making a sound like a ghost crying. I couldn't help but wrap my cloak tightly around me.
"What's wrong? Are you a little cold?" Selin, who was walking alongside me, asked me softly.
"Well, I'm cold, tired, and a little... you should know." I replied dully.
He turned his head and tied the scarf that was still warm around his neck around my neck, "Don't be afraid, Messiah." He encouraged me with a smile, but the smile seemed to involve the wound on the corner of his mouth, which made me feel uncomfortable. His face twitched slightly.
I loved his eyes and his smile. Those soft things made me shake my dazed head vigorously, hugged his arm, and pressed the side of my face tightly against it, " It’s great that you are by my side at times like this.”
Those words made his arms stiffen slightly, and I knew his face must be red without raising his head. He exhaled softly, and then laughed.
"I'm not scared at all now, Selin, let's go to Granny Wiesel's house now..." The name in my mouth made me stunned, and my mood instantly dimmed.
Although I have not known Grandma Wiesel for a long time, and I am not even familiar with her, it is undeniable that I like her, and I hope that I can become a wise person like her.
But for such a person, she died suddenly, and her death was extremely tragic, which made me feel extremely sad.
The knight beside me seemed to notice the change in my mood, "We will definitely find the murderer and bring him to justice, Messiah. Granny Wiesel will rest in peace."
"...I'm so sorry, Selin, I brought you into this."
"I would have been mad if you hadn't hooked me up."
"Ah, I'm scared to death!"
*
Grandma Wiesel's small building was boarded up with wooden bars, and we jumped in through the window. When Selin picked me up from inside, I found that the originally tidy room had become messy. All the needles and threads originally placed in the bamboo basket fell to the floor, and the skirt sewn for Princess Calia was also torn out. There was a big hole in it, and it looked like it couldn't be worn anymore.
Selin lit the magic lamp in the corner, and suddenly, the whole room was illuminated with yellow light.
In the bedroom on the second floor, my mother-in-law's body had been carried away, and only a human-shaped fold was left on the big bed covered with thick mattresses.
There were still black blood stains on the bed and curtains, which was shocking.
"She died because her head exploded." Selin opened the notebook and said, "They, the soldiers on the patrol found her broken pieces."
Those words made me tremble for no reason, and I felt like there were blood-colored ripples in the air here. "Why did her head explode?"
"The record above said that it was caused by some kind of magic." Selin stared at the book and said, he closed his eyes, and a dim holy light suddenly lit up around him, and the holy light melted into the cold air like spikes. After a long while, he panted slightly and looked at me again, "There is indeed some kind of fluctuation of magic embers here."
"Why would someone want to kill her? She is such a good person..." As I said that, I walked to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and gently touched the mattress with my fingertips.
The mattress was cold and soft. For a moment, I felt as if the old woman was still lying on it. The next moment, she would open her eyes and say to me with a smile, "To understand something, you must first be familiar with it."
"Have you ever known Granny Wiesel's past? The Messiah?" Selin asked while flipping through his notebook. Suddenly, he pulled out a densely written piece of paper, glanced at it casually, and handed it over. .
I wrinkled my face, but took the piece of paper under his insistent gaze. At a glance, my initial drowsiness disappeared. Moreover, the further back I went, the more surprised I was, "Why, how come?!"
I never thought that Lord Diamond, who attempted to assassinate King Terenas and then set himself on fire, was actually the husband of Granny Wiesel!
The piece of paper said that Ms. Visser Diamond was once the playmate of King Terenas Menethil. She was seven years older than him and took care of him like her own brother.
When Ms. Wiesel was twenty-three years old, she met Lord Diamond, who made her heart beat. The young man and woman soon fell in love.
Terenas, who was still a prince at the time, had firmly opposed Ms. Wiesel's marriage on the grounds that the Lord had an unstable temperament and had evil intentions. In order to stop them, Terenas even imprisoned her in his manor, but this did not make Visser give in.
Eventually, she married Lord Diamond, and Terenas blessed them and gave them his manor on Jacaranda Street as a wedding gift.
But the Lord was resentful towards Terenas, and day after day, this resentment finally consumed his soul. He learned dark magic from the dark wizard and tried to assassinate Terenas, who was crowned king at an Easter celebration decades ago, but was discovered by His Highness Antonidas from Dalaran.
After the incident was revealed, the Lord dismissed Ms. Wiesel, dismissed all the servants in the manor, and then set fire to himself in the manor.
"My God... these things are so incredible." After a while, I said intermittently, "No wonder Grandma Wiesel sewed a dress for Princess Calia... Wait, King Terenas is very late Is it because I have my own child because I still have unresolved feelings for her...Wait a minute, aren't Princess Calia and that Prince of Alsace..."
"What are you thinking about?" Selin gently tapped me on the forehead, angrily and funny, "King Terenas is a kind and righteous monarch, he is loyal to his marriage."
I curled my lips, "You seem to know him very well?"
"Well... I have met him once. If you have met him, you will find that he is an upright and upright person."
For a while, the room fell silent again.
I looked at the blood stains on the curtains that looked like fans, "It must be very painful if your head explodes..." As I said that, I suddenly paused.
"Messiah?"
"Something seems wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"Grandma Wiesel's hand." I frowned and recalled carefully, "Her hand was placed like this at that time." As I said that, I rolled up my sleeves and put my hand on the mattress, with my palm slightly facing up. , the knuckles were slightly bent, and the movement was extremely relaxed, "When she died, she seemed very peaceful. If she was in pain, would her fingers subconsciously tighten? In other words, when the magic was affected, it was only for a moment, She just... went?"
That sentence made Selin slightly stunned, "In a moment?" He slowly frowned, seeming to be lost in memories, "So, it seems to be the same in the 'Whistle' bakery."
"...Yes, the boss and his wife must have passed by the living room carrying flour. I saw their bodies still holding the wooden basin used to hold the flour."
After hearing this, Selin flipped through his notes, "...It seems that these murders were all completed at the same moment," he looked at it for a while, and then said, "Moreover, these murders occurred shortly after nightfall. . Because, in addition to old women like Granny Wiesel, many other people are still awake, and among the dead there is even a young man who stayed up late to read."
I thought about it and nodded, "That's right."
"The murder was bizarre."
"Why?"
"Because, why do they want to kill everyone on this street? Well, even if they want to kill, why do they choose to do it at night when everyone is still awake?"
I thought for a moment and then said uncertainly, "Is the magic out of control?"
"Okay, even if the magic is out of control, when such a large-scale and ferocious magic breaks out, it will definitely cause violent magic fluctuations. And there are so many great magicians in Lordaeron, why didn't they notice? Or? Say they noticed it but thought it was just a tiny bit of magic?"
Selin's words made me stunned for a while, "In other words, this magic is premeditated? The initiator must have set something up to block the magic fluctuations."
"That's right, Messiah," Selin nodded, "and things like shielding barriers generally require the drawing of a magic circle."
"In other words, as long as we find the magic circle, maybe there will be new clues."
"Messiah, you are smart."
*
We left Granny Wiesel's small building. In front of us was a dark neighborhood, and not even the sound of a dog barking could be heard. The tall jacaranda trees swayed in the howling wind, shaking off white dust like ashes.
"Are you going now?" Selin looked at me and asked.
I stared into the dark night and nodded.
We walked all the way to the ruins of the collapsed building. It was as dilapidated and deserted as ever, with gravel everywhere.
Here, the dim holy light around Selin suddenly shone as if it had substance.
"The remaining magic fluctuations here are the strongest." Selin felt it carefully and said, "Let's look for it here?"
"But how could the patrol team miss this place and not search it?"
"It's true that they won't miss it, but the thing they're searching for may not be a magic circle used to shield magic."
"You're smarter than anyone I've ever met, Selin!"
He ruffled my hair.
However, even if we carefully checked every corner under the ruins, we could not find the so-called magic circle, not even the lines shaped like a magic circle.
I was a little frustrated and sat down on a fairly flat stone to rest, with my head propped up on my hands. Beside my feet were a few pieces of reflective broken glass. This was left over from the last time I competed with Dallion. The shape of each piece The location has not changed.
It seems that no one has been here at all. Are we looking in the wrong place?
Moreover, I must have lost my mind by choosing to look for clues on such a dark night...
"Don't be discouraged, Messiah. As long as we search carefully, we will definitely find something, Messiah?" Unexpectedly, Selin half-knelt down in front of me. He looked up at me, "Oh, there is something in your eyes." There are bloodshot eyes, are you tired?"
It was okay if he didn't say it, but when he said it, I just felt that the valve of sleepiness in my body was opened, and my eyelids were as heavy as mountains.
"Hey! Messiah!" When I fell down, a pair of very warm hands caught me, "How did you do it? Fall asleep all of a sudden?"
When my thoughts were completely swallowed by darkness, I heard him ask helplessly.
