This is an almost airtight mysterious space. The cold wind forms frost at the air outlet, and the temperature is horribly low. There is a bed in the center of the room, and the body on it is Terry Medwin himself.
Few people know this place, and even the people at the Black Hat Hotel don't like this gloomy place. Holding the latest autopsy report in her hand, Lena stopped by the bed. The report concluded that "death was affected by special forces." Specially marked in red.
If it weren't for professional inspection, I'm afraid Terry Medwin's death would still be an ordinary homicide case to this day. ..
"What exactly is it?"
But Rena had no conclusion. In order to find the murderer, she had to go into battle herself. But no matter how much she pretended to be calm, she was only a young girl who had just grown up.
She was still a little scared after staying with a corpse for a long time, not to mention that the first time she saw a dead person, she vomited it out uncontrollably.
"What on earth is it!"
Reina frowned. Even so, she still had no answer. The murderer's target was a noble, which made her feel unprecedented pressure.
"Miss Lena, someone is looking for you outside."
A woman walked in. She was a member of the Black Hat Hotel and she was often seen.
"who?"
"He said he was your friend, his name was Ivel..."
As soon as she heard it was Ivel, Rena knew that her plan had not escaped his eyes, but with his help, the case would probably be solved faster.
The light was lit above the head, hitting Terry Medwin's face without any warmth. Darkness was about to stir in the shadows in the corner. When Jiang Chenchuan saw the body for the first time, it overlapped with his dream.
The state of Terry Medwin's death, as well as the traces of his wounds, were exactly the same as what he saw. Logically speaking, Original Sin wanted him to get involved in this matter, so he should avoid it.
"It's a relic..."
Ethan murmured while holding the report, and Jiang Chenchuan also saw the remnant power of the relic on the report.
In other words, someone is killing people with relics.
"Should I notify the museum?"
Ethan turned around and asked.
"No! The body... I stole it... I have to return it before my father finds out..."
Reina hurriedly stepped forward to explain, her voice getting smaller and smaller as she spoke.
"Rena, this report needs to be notified to the museum. By the way... check the source of this wound."
Jiang Chenchuan's words were unquestionable. If the dream given to him by Original Sin was a reminder, then this was a very special kind of scar that could only be caused by some special blades.
"This...should be fine."
Rena took one look and nodded.
"Scars?"
After hearing the conversation, Ethan bent down and observed carefully. After a while, his expression became more solemn. He raised his head, looked at Jiang Chenchuan's face, and frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Ethan seemed to understand something, but hid it.
Probably because Reina was present, it was inconvenient for Ethan to say it. After the two left the Black Hat Hotel, Ethan stopped at the corner of the street.
"If I remember correctly, that wound is also called the Rose Blade. I heard that it was a special dagger owned by a once glorious declining family. The wound caused by it looked like a rose. It could not stop the bleeding, causing the enemy to bleed to death. The members of that family all have a special suffix name..."
"You mean...I get it, Ethan."
Looking at Ethan's expression, Jiang Chenchuan also understood the reason why he wanted to hide it.
He is actually a member of Evel von Heinrich's family? Could it be the murderer? Or... just using weapons...
"This case has a great impact...Evel, you have to investigate it carefully."
No matter how stupid you are, you can still understand Ethan's hint, even if his tone is as calm as usual.
The specialness of the dagger is not
Not many people will know about it. The murderer hidden in the darkness seems to be still active in Polnia. No one knows whether the other person is a person or an organization.
It was as if an enemy more difficult to deal with than the witch had appeared.
The sound of opening the door woke up the black cat. It was awakened from its sleep. It raised its head slightly and saw Jiang Chenchuan, who had separated from Ethan, returned home. Bellito was curled up on the sofa and asleep, with a calm look on his face. , had no idea what was going on.
Jiang Chenchuan did not turn on the lights, and just stood there quietly. Only the street lights outside the balcony were still on, shining in through the curtains and glass.
"Meow~"
Probably sensing that something was not right in the atmosphere, the black cat jumped down from the table and circled around Jiang Chenchuan's feet twice.
Jiang Chenchuan bent down and picked up the black cat. He couldn't tell what it felt like, nor could he say that he felt a sense of belonging to Ivel's family. After all, he had never seen the so-called family since he came to this world. .
But when I think about the murderer being a relative or friend, I always feel a little uncomfortable. Berito has always been by his side, so there should be no possibility of committing the crime.
He eliminated the suspicions of acquaintances from his mind bit by bit through reasoning, and finally sat down at the table and took out the notebook in the drawer.
There was a "pop" sound.
The dim light of the desk lamp lit up, illuminating Jiang Chenchuan's face, leaving only the endless darkness behind him. He picked up his pen and wrote skillfully in his notebook:
[Who was the murderer in the Terry Medwin case? 】
Watching the black writing gradually disappear on the paper, just like a test paper with ready answers, it takes almost no time to see the neat words appear.
The notebook’s answer is…
【37 Costa Street】
As far as Jiang Chenchuan knew, the place of death of Terry Medwin was at No. 74 Costa Street, which was quite a distance away.
"37 Costa Street?"
Jiang Chenchuan murmured.
Taking a deep breath, the dagger slashed across the board. The sharp blade brought with it the sharp breeze, leaving a mark like a rose on the board.
"How is the result?"
"...it's bad luck...it's better not to go out these days and cancel all actions."
The man stared at the lighter in front of him. The wheel was turned, but no flame ignited. The fire of hope did not always bless the world, but in most prayers, it was doomed.
"I told you not to play with it, but you forgot the boss's warning code? Don't bet your life on a hope."
"I know, I know."
On the contrary, the man didn't care. He just threw the lighter on the table casually. If it weren't for the faint and strange light surrounding the lighter, no one would think that it had such a function.
"In the past few days, I have told them not to act."
The man took a few steps, seemed to remember something, and turned back to give instructions.
"knew,
Carlton von Heinrich. "
