Agatha suspected that he was perfunctory. "Are all gangs peaceful? I remember that the Whistle Gang has been making some unusual moves recently."
"Your information is out of date, miss. After Bowman's death, the Whistle Gang is now at peace."
Bowman was the dead man hanging in the church, and Agatha would never forget it. "Bowman is just a little gangster, and the Whistle Gang will probably not be affected by his death." These villains didn't have many lives on their hands, so I moved to the dungeon of the Sheriff's Department to live with the rats.
"Who killed Bowman?"
"The method of committing the crime is very unique. Based on the preliminary judgment of the corpse, the murderer is either an extremely large mosquito or a vampire."
"So you haven't caught it yet?"
Agatha glanced at him, "Do you think it's easy to find the murderer? There are no witnesses, no footprints or fingerprints. Even the church's on-duty magician found no abnormalities, and even the suspects are in a mess. This is undoubtedly a supernatural crime. .There’s not much about Brumno that’s special, except that it’s full of mystery.”
"Yes, but that's none of Minerva's stenographer's business. I just happened to pick up a piece of money for a new pipe in a blind alley... or a new pipe. In fact, it doesn't matter whether this thing is exchanged or not. It doesn’t matter, I don’t need any expensive tobacco.” James with the fish-scale face winked at her.
Don't forget your reward. "A new batch of tobacco leaves has flowed into the dead end alley. I'm sure you'll have to go to the dungeon to reflect after using it once." She paid the bill and stood up under the reluctant eyes of the informant. "I don't know if Minerva can be a good boss, but we know her personal style very well." Dead End Alley is the largest tobacco market in the city, but no decent person will go there. Obviously it does not sell tobacco. So simple.
"Don't worry, miss, I can't afford those luxuries even with your salary." Fish Scale Face said, "I just run errands for others to earn some tips."
But Agatha still looked at him carefully, her eyes seemed to be staring at a reservist who had violated laws and regulations. Until James was forced to nod to her and promise not to take on similar business again. "I hope so." The Detective Queen took the last sip of lemonade and walked out of the door with her high heels clicking.
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Outside the window, a woman wearing a headscarf was singing, and the tune had an exotic feel. Her dress had beautiful lace and a large stain, and she carried a bamboo basket in her arm. Maybe there's jam in it. Uriel thought as he took a bite of dry toast.
After finishing his breakfast, Uriel went to the guest room to take a look. The seriously wounded man was still lying on the bed motionless and breathless, and the rise and fall of his chest frightened him.
If one person is not handled well, he may die on this bed, in my new home. Uriel knew that he should pay more attention to the condition of the injured, but he couldn't help but think about these meaningless things.
"After all," he said to himself, "I am not willing to bring him here. This must be the will of the goddess."
The apprentice couldn't help but believe that it was a complete coincidence that he met the Sheriff. It was just that when he went to the church, he encountered the unfortunate incident of the priest being killed and the holy place being desecrated. Even when he was looking for comfort again, there happened to be something wrong with his map navigation. It seemed that after he left the tower, he went directly to find the wounded man.
But the low voice still disturbed the patient. The man groaned in pain and his arm twitched. Uriel quickly shut up. Fortunately he hasn't woken up yet.
The wound on the injured man's waist was too deep, and Uriel was helpless. But at least he cleaned the other person's wounds and minor injuries to prevent the guy from losing his life due to infection. But the sheriff had some experience with injuries, and the tourniquet he applied to himself was tight, so the situation wasn't too bad. The apprentice has seen Dr. Hope bandage himself, and also learned some about battlefield bandaging in the training class. But in terms of techniques, none of them can compare with the Sheriff.
The faint scent of absinthe drifted into the room, expelling the unfamiliar air that was almost inaudible. There was nothing missing in the red-roofed hut, except for medicine to treat serious injuries. After all, Uriel had just arrived, so it was difficult to obtain some things that were strictly controlled on the market. Most of the emergency medicines could only cure colds and diarrhea. He rummaged through his medical kit, but in the end he only wanted to go to the tower's infirmary.
He didn't even think twice about the medicine in the hospital.
A person who lies constantly is not worthy of trust, but people will show mercy to a lunatic who sometimes tells the truth and sometimes does not follow the tone. After Uriel took the seriously injured man out of the alley, he did not hand him over directly to the Sheriff's Department. Having said that, it was because he had doubts about map navigation. In order to prevent this guy from dying on the way to the hospital, the apprentice went directly back to the third ring area.
The man on the hospital bed was still struggling, and it was obvious that he was suffering from injuries. Even though there were no fatal complications for the time being, and the stab wound on his side was poured with boiling wine to disinfect, his situation was still not optimistic. Uriel turned around, intending to get him some sedatives. This guy may have witnessed something terrible to drive him crazy.
As soon as the alchemical potion was placed on the table, the injured man suddenly opened his eyes. "Take it away!" he hissed threateningly, "or I'll break your legs."
The apprentice was startled. "This is just medicine." Since there was no need to contend with a half-crazy seriously injured person, he obediently put the box back into the medicine box. "Please relax." He gave him dill and calamus root instead. Hopefully these will give him a good night's sleep.
The Sheriff smiled hoarsely. "Of course I know it's a potion, kid, but not all potions can save a life." He seemed slightly more awake and less aggressive. "Did I scare you?"
"In fact, I can kill three adults like you." Uriel replied, "I am Croita's apprentice, and the source of the medicine is the tower medical department. Maybe you will know me, Mr. Patrolman."
"You saved me without taking me to the hospital or the Sheriff's Department."
"I'm a Gaia believer too."
"Me too. Gaia bless you." The Sheriff said tiredly, "I didn't expect it to be true. You know, since I joined the Security Bureau, I rarely have the opportunity to go to church."
"Excuse me, I saw your ID, Mr. Witek Shazo." Uriel heard this, and the sheriff vaguely lowered his guard. "Your name...I seem to have heard it somewhere."
"You're welcome. My name is a common one, maybe it would be different among apprentices in the Tower. What's your name, little brother?"
"Uriel."
"Sure enough, I know you. You are His Excellency Bai Zhishi's apprentice." He smiled slightly, "But this is our first time meeting you. I think you must be very curious."
"No, I'm not curious." The apprentice was so rude.
"I'm tracking a criminal," Wittek said, looking serious. "He was able to assassinate Father Fielding precisely because of this sedative. I must not return to the Sheriff's Department until I catch him."
"I saw your wanted notice in the newspaper."
"But you didn't go to the Sheriff's Department to report me either."
"I was lost at the time." Uriel told the truth without changing his face.
"You know very well that I suspect a spy in the Sheriff's Department."
This is obvious. "I know a Miss Agatha Poirot. She may be able to help you." Uriel knew that although Whittaker lied about the source of his injuries, he did not kill Father Fielding.
"She's also from the police department, a special adviser. I never believe that laypeople can know how to solve crimes better than the patrol officers. Maybe she is a spy."
Lies seemed to be his instinct, Uriel looked him over. No matter how you look at it, it was him who insisted on dragging me down. "I am a mysterious creature." He reminded slowly, "I happen to be able to identify people and things, and see what is true and what is false. I think your guess is baseless and is completely based on nonsense. I can't tell you what you want."
"If you want to know the truth, I will tell you everything." Witek instead used the lie that was exposed as an excuse. "The truth about the death of the priest, there are many secrets that have not been revealed to this day. As long as you are willing to understand - —”
"And help?"
"if you are willing to."
"I'm busy, sir." Uriel answered, "This has nothing to do with me."
He was silent for a moment, "That's right. But you are a believer in Gaia. He teaches us that we cannot remain silent to evil."
"But He also warned us not to ignore our own safety." Uriel said, "I haven't been to church for a long time. Just when I made plans yesterday, I ran into a murder that happened at the feet of the goddess. I tried my best to save him. I took the life of a stranger. I feel that even if I am not diligent in form, in my heart I have always followed the teachings of the goddess."
"Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, Mr. Witek. You can rest here until your injury heals." Uriel looked at him absentmindedly, thinking about the report card full of comments. "I hope you won't cause me any trouble."
"Not at all. I'll leave right away." The Sheriff sat up. After waking up, his strength seemed to return to him. Uriel didn't know if this was related to the several magical spells he tested on the other party.
"That's not necessary." The apprentice told him, "Your injury is very serious and I can't handle it. But there must be alchemy potions in the medical room that can help you, and I will bring some back to you. Class will start soon, you Might as well get some sleep now." Only in this way can he go out with peace of mind.
Officer Witek refused to take the sedative, but Uriel insisted that he sleep. Although there was nothing of value in the red-roofed house, there were always dangers in leaving this stranger at home. When Uriel returned to the wounded bed, he noticed that the slippers at the door had changed positions. "Are you going out?" he asked bluntly.
"I have to find clues about the criminal."
This guy probably forgot that his photo was still on the front page of the Central City Daily News. "No one found you, right?" If unfortunately the news is revealed, I will have to hand you over to the Public Security Bureau. As for the punishment for helping a wanted criminal, Uriel remembered that when he retrieved his coat at the Sheriff's Bureau, the other party's attitude was very tolerant. This time is probably no exception.
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