Luoke Lun's words were like thunder, exploding in Jiang Chenchuan's ears. His heart was beating fast, but he pretended to be calm on the surface.
"Lochran, I don't know what you are talking about." He replied still calmly and steadily.
He never thought that this scene might be during the investigation of clues, or the moment when he was detecting secrets, and under certain circumstances, he exposed the fact that he was not Evel, but he did not expect that this day would come so suddenly and without warning. No defense.
But Lochlan's tone was calm and his expression was calm. He was completely different from when he just learned that his mansion was going to be auctioned.
"Evel, no, I don't know who you are. I have considered whether to tell this secret."
Locklan held the table and slowly sat down opposite Jiang Chenchuan, as if he was recalling something and fell into some kind of nightmare, showing a sad and painful expression.
"However, since we have to deal with the auction of Duanting Mansion together, then I need to know your identity, that is, I need to know... who you are."
"Won't you blame me? You took over Ivel's body."
Jiang Chenchuan was a little curious, because Luo Kelan's reaction was very strange, as if he was hiding some deep secret.
"Don't be nervous, I won't blame you, because Ivel... is already dead."
Recalling the scene when he first met Lockran, his sluggish reaction was indeed a bit abnormal, and then there was a normal conversation, interspersed with a few words of inquiry.
"Shot to death."
Locklan gestured with his hand like a gun, pointed at Jiang Chenchuan's heart and fired.
"You actually..."
Jiang Chenchuan was obviously a little surprised. He stretched out his hand to cover his chest. He had always misunderstood it. The fatal wound at the heart was not brought by the original body, but he penetrated the body of a deceased person.
"Are you surprised that I actually know that your heart is injured, right..."
Luo Kelun said slowly, changing his usual tone and expression, which made Jiang Chenchuan feel a little strange. Of course, the secrets he was hiding did not stop there.
"…Because I fired that shot."
At that moment, Jiang Chenchuan saw a murderous intent in his eyes. That kind of look can only be seen by people who have experienced something. It is hard to imagine that the usually gentle and kind-hearted Lochlan would have such a ferocious side. This is exactly the same. It shows that he did not become a detective through boring innocence and fantasy.
The feeling now is not good. The murderer of Ivel is sitting across from him. Jiang Chenchuan never thought that one day he would regard Lockran as his enemy.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chenchuan subconsciously glanced at the position of the cane.
"but……"
Lochran's expression softened, and the fierce killing feeling just now disappeared in an instant. He was still the same Lochran who liked teasing cats, cooking, and accepting commissions casually.
"Fortunately, you're not like him."
"You mean...the real Yvel von Heinrich?"
It seemed that he was unaware of Lochlan's hostility, and in order to explore the secret of Ivel's death, Jiang Chenchuan tried to guide Lochran to tell the truth.
"Yes, his mental state was already very bad at that time. He also took annual leave from his official job and recuperated at home for a long time. However, he still did not get better. On the contrary, it continued to deteriorate."
Recalling Ivel at that time, he didn't want to be as heavy as he is now. He was just upright, meticulous, and extremely abiding by order and rules.
But since he was injured in that mission, he has become a little different. He doesn't like to go out or see people. He locks himself in the room all day long and keeps mumbling something. Lockran tried to communicate with him, but to no avail.
And as time went by, he gradually began to suffer from some strange hysteria, imagining that there was a pair of eyes staring at him, and that he had an invisible and intangible enemy hiding in the dark, so he would All the lights in the house were turned on and kept bright all night, and kerosene lamps were placed in every corner of the room.
Every time Lochran came to see Ivel, he could feel that his body was getting worse and worse, and his mind was in a trance.
Really unable to find any good solution, Lochlan planned to take him to see a doctor, but Yvel refused to leave the house, saying that there were eyes staring at him outside, but following the direction of his finger, Loklan Nothing was seen.
"Eye……"
Hearing this, Jiang Chenchuan probably knew in his heart that Ivel's death was closely related to the "Original Sin". If the defense in his heart was weak, he might go crazy when he saw the "Original Sin" for the first time, not to mention the whole process. Yvel struggled with "Original Sin" for about two months.
"Until that day..."
Lockran came to Brad Street again with ingredients. He knocked on the door and saw Evel wearing a decent suit. After a few words of conversation, there was no problem at all, as if he had returned to normal.
The surrounding scenes were changing rapidly and crazily. It was still the same room, still the same characters, but at different times. Through Lochlan's words, it seemed as if I had returned to that day, the day Ivel died, outside the clear sky, the World Tree. As the city continued to grow, the tram whizzed past, and the mother took advantage of her free time to take her child out to buy some coffee and bread.
"Evel, are you okay!?"
Lochran was very happy to see that Ivel was in normal condition. He packed up the ingredients and put them into the kitchen, talking about the lunch menu he had prepared today.
But Yvel just turned around silently, put the treasured "Book of Dawn" back on the bookshelf, took out a pistol from the drawer, and calmly placed it in front of Lockren.
"what do you mean?"
Lockran asked in confusion.
"kill me."
Ivel suddenly raised his head, his eyes were clear and there was no trace of mental confusion.
"Are you crazy? Evel!"
It is simply unbelievable that one day I will hear such sick words from Ivel's mouth.
"Perhaps only at this moment... I am still myself... Locklan, we have been old friends for so many years. In order to fulfill our childish fantasies in childhood, we successfully opened the Black River Detective Agency... I don't want to Say more, listen to me, use this gun to kill me later..."
As if he had made up his mind, Ivel insisted on letting Lochran hold the pistol and aim it at his heart, the only place where he could kill with one blow.
"Evel, you..."
"Hurry up! Shoot!"
Ivel yelled anxiously, holding Lochran's hand tightly and pointing the gun at his heart.
"shot!"
Along with his roar, Lockran pulled the trigger, and the silenced gunshot rang out. It was neither loud nor small, and it would not attract the attention of the landlord.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Ivel's body slowly fell towards the sofa. At that moment, Lockran seemed to really see a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him in the darkness.
