The Sheriff asked, "Your original plan was to turn the murder of the priest into a tragedy caused by the bride's emotional entanglement."
"Indeed. It was Hobson's idea."
"Then there was a good show of old love meeting new love in front of many people."
Gunther pursed his lips, "Yes."
"In the end, we just had to take action. A man jumped out and killed Father Fielding. However, you were the only ones who saw the killer."
"Exactly."
"Then I guess you gave the murderer a good opportunity to kill—"
Gunther's expression became increasingly gloomy. It seemed that he had already thought of this problem. "Someone used our plan to kill Father Fielding and escape without leaving any trace."
Uriel knew that the other party probably believed that Hobson had colluded with the killer. Ultimately, this is the fundamental reason why Gunther is looking for Hobson.
Now it seems that the killer's early action has caused flaws in Gunther and Hobson's plan. They probably wanted to use Miss Robert's lover as a cover and take advantage of the effects of the sedative to kill the bride and groom and Father Fielding who was very close. As a result, the killer threw the process on display in front of many guests who were not yet asleep, causing the Sheriff's Department to Easily see through the smoke they emit.
The consequence of this is that the grudge between Hobson and Witke will be brought out, and they will not be able to escape. Or maybe Hobson revealed the news in advance and fled Blumnot with the killer as soon as the incident was over, while Gunther became the scapegoat.
What better way to cover up a person's crime than to have a reasonable murderer brought to justice? But I'm afraid Gunther is not happy to do this at all. He is a nameless one. Once he enters the dungeon, he can only see the sun again when he is executed.
"It seems that your situation is more critical than ours." Uriel couldn't help but say. "Why don't you run away?"
"You don't understand the Sheriff's Department at first glance. After Father Fielding died, Provendel's inspections were all done with magic... What's more, they haven't found me yet." Gunther glanced at Witte. Grams, retorted.
"Yes, this is our chance." The Sheriff said, "As long as we find Hobson, everything will be solved."
"Maybe he left a long time ago." Uriel instinctively felt that the level in the Port of Far Light was related to the Fire Trial, and he was not sure whether he could pass the port.
"No. He's still in Bloomnott," Gunther said with certainty. "He can't go anywhere."
The Sheriff was thoughtful, but Uriel didn't understand the point. "How do you say that?"
A trace of hesitation flashed across his brow. "We all know that Hobson is a hopeless bastard, a villain with a talent for bad things... To be honest, there's not much difference between us. But at least I still have a job. Hobson... this kid He doesn't listen to anyone, he only likes to make people angry..." His tone could hardly be described as anger at being deceived by his companions. "But in the end, he still remembers that the same blood as his sister flows in his body, and they supported him through the difficult moments of immigrating to San Carlos. You know, you should understand. Bertha is a kind person, she loves My relative, she is a devout believer in Gaia. I really don’t want you to disturb her but-"
The unrecognizable expression quickly changed on his face, and Gunther's voice was very soft: "Sooner or later you will find her head. Sooner or later. As long as you still want to live, Mr. Wittek, you will definitely find Hob." Sen. And no one but Bertha could possibly know his whereabouts."
It's another familiar name. Parents nowadays don't seem to care whether their children are unique. "It seems that your relationship with them is unusual." Uriel felt that he was lying, but not in Hobson's case. I should have figured out that he was just making excuses for his behavior. The apprentice was immediately disappointed with this warrior.
"I am pleased with Hobson's plan," replied the button-man. Uriel understood. He felt as if he was being repelled by the air. The embarrassment made him wish he was in a future dream at this moment, and no one knew except himself.
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The search ended much more quickly here than at Gardner's house. Agatha carefully sorted out the clues obtained by her men: a whistle, two bloody cotton swabs, a woman's stockings, and the crucial IOU. A box of tobacco was also among the suspect items, but detectives felt it did not need to be repeated.
"It's pretty deserted here," Hand said.
"This kind of person would rather spend the night in a tavern than take care of the house." Biller replied.
Agatha thought they were right. Bowman's home looks like a new house that has been recently renovated and not yet fully furnished. Patrol officers can find chicken legs that have been stored for countless nights in the freezer as a midnight snack. The moment the door was opened, it was as if some seal had been released, and the suppressed air escaped with the stench of corruption. But they couldn't find any candles for lighting, and even the entryway was covered in dust. This is at least the state of being empty for five or six days.
"Does the deceased have no other place to live?" she asked her colleagues.
"No, there are no bars or hotels where he can stay overnight." Biller replied, "Because he owes Gardner a lot of money and has no credibility at all."
"The Whistle Gang?"
"Bowman didn't have much status in the gang. Sir, he was a complete loser. I sent people to find his colleagues before his death. Those people talked about speculations about the cause of Bowman's death. Some people said that he met a prostitute outside. He stayed up all night for her, but in the end he died at the hands of the woman - many people thought she was a vampire who preyed on strong men addicted to lust."
"Perhaps he is intoxicated in some tender embrace, but it is definitely not a vampire's." Agatha told her subordinates, "This is the only thing I am sure of." She stared at the empty room behind her, "I originally thought He became the prey of a vampire, until I saw that Gardner, the tobacconist, was a vampire, and I immediately knew that this matter had nothing to do with the true body of the Underworld."
"I'm still wondering why you let him go, sir." Biller was confused.
"If he did it, I wouldn't be surprised at all. There was nothing suspicious in his home, except for the tobacco leaves. He must have disposed of all the evidence because he was afraid that the crime would be exposed." Hand also said.
"No, he didn't dispose of anything intentionally. That was his normal living environment... Oh, prohibited tobacco does not count. Before we searched, he probably tried his best to hide his goods." Agatha said, "Add Dana did not kill anyone and drink blood. His guilty conscience stemmed from his 'serious' business. There is only one reason for me to believe his words, and that is the dungeon of the church. If Gardner dared to lie, the Cross Knights would be happy to skin him Skin will be burned at the stake. Vampires have no right to defend themselves. Everyone knows what the contract they signed is about."
"I'm sorry, sir." Hand raised his hand, "I don't know anything about this."
I'm not asking, you idiot. Agatha had to tell him that the vampires living in the human gathering place promised not to drink human blood. Anyway, as long as it is blood, these nocturnal creatures can digest it. The Strigoi belong to the Oath Keepers alliance, and their laws do not apply in the Tower. If they want to live on the floating island, they'd better not have any thoughts on ordinary people... As for mysterious creatures, vampires are not happy to choose these mysterious creatures as their targets. In other words, vampires in the city are considered a vulnerable group, and the Public Security Bureau closely monitors them.
Hand should know this knowledge, but he is a guy who was forced into the Sheriff's Department by a nobleman. Agatha almost forgot.
"A little trick that breaks with one poke." Biller also understood. "But it's very confusing. The person who framed Gardner must not know the effectiveness of the contract signed by the vampire. This is how he exposed his flaw."
"The profiteer gave us new clues when he cleared himself of suspicion." Agatha said, "The connection between Hobson and Bowman. Find me this man. I'm sure he knows some special secrets." .”
"Mrs. Verner?" Biller was very embarrassed.
"Let's go visit her together." The Detective Queen was not sure whether she would refuse. It is said that Bertha Verner not only served in the medical department of the Tower, but also met Minerva Benfin. Maybe they'll want to see my joke. Agatha can almost match Minerva's smug face. "We are investigating the case for the sake of the reputation of the Church of Gaia." She muttered, "Bless Gaia, Mrs. Verner is a reasonable person."
In front of Verner's villa, Agatha finally realized that the goddess had not accepted her little pious plea. The door of the villa was closed, with an iron lock engraved with magic inscriptions hung on it. There was a concave ring as thick as a finger in the center of the lock. She had just seen this kind of equipment in a neighbor's house, which was issued to official members of the tower.
"They're not here." Hand said nonsense.
Agatha couldn't break in either. It was one thing to invite Lady Bertha for careful discussion, but quite another to break into her home and torture her into confessing. Bertha Verner was not a mosquito like Gardner. Her identity was really constraining. Of course, coercion is not a detective's unique skill, so Agatha saw nothing to be proud of in recognizing Gardner as a scapegoat thrown out by the real murderer.
At this time, Biller also came back after asking about the whereabouts of the Verner family. "They are in the hospital, sir," the patrolman relayed. "Mrs. Bertha has been unwell for the past few days. She just had a heat stroke after being in the sun for a while."
A mysterious creature fell down because the sun was too hot. She was also a nurse. That's not the joke. "Today is not my luckiest day," Agatha sighed. "It seems like everyone who knew Hobson was either dead or in an accident. Let's go, let's hope she doesn't get transferred to another hospital. Someone has to tell our Ms. Verner that when you're sick, you should treat her with the right medicine instead of blind eyes." Not annoying."
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