"What? You said Levine Berger didn't come back to the hotel last night?"
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Ma Wei, who was cleaning the statue in the Church of Truth, turned around and looked at Xiao Hei below in surprise.
"Yes!" Xiao Hei nodded and said quickly: "At first, I thought he went to a member's room to do bad things, so I didn't dare to act rashly. As a result, I didn't see him come back until the morning. It made me scared, but fortunately, the cat he raised knew everything, and when I threatened him, he got all of them!"
Ma Wei slid down the ladder, put the mop aside, sat on the bench, picked up Xiao Hei, and asked: "Did you really succeed?"
"That is!"
Xiao Hei raised his head and said proudly: "No matter what, Xiao Hei, I also crawled around on the street, meow!"
"Although I must have failed, the reason is not mine! It's Ah Hua and the others who are xenophobic!"
"When you were beaten to death by other cats and were about to die, it was Fat Orange who picked you up. Otherwise, you would have been dead on the street, okay?"
"Then...I was still young at that time..."
"Let's get down to business first! What information did you ask for on Friday?"
Xiao Hei looked around, climbed onto Ma Wei's shoulders, and whispered: "Levin Berger actually..."
A few minutes later....
"Ah."
After hearing what Xiao Hei said, Ma Wei grinned and couldn't help but sneered.
The circus performance ended at 10 o'clock in the evening. Levine Berger did not go back to his room to sleep so late because he was not on a date with a beautiful lady...
He has already been hanging around Ma Wei and Holmes.
"The acting looks really similar..."
Ma Wei sighed: "This game started yesterday morning...Xiao Hei, you did a good job, what reward do you want?"
"I want a book!"
"Book?"
Ma Wei looked at it in disbelief, suspecting that he heard wrongly: "You want to read a book?"
"That's right! Xiaohei, I am also a lucky cat who has received the gift of the goddess. I am one of the founders of the Church of Truth. I will be an archbishop in the future! How can I be a brainless idiot?"
Founder... Before I have even written these horoscopes, I am still just a priest, and you are already planning to become an archbishop...
Ma Wei smiled and shook his head: "I promise you, what book do you want to read?"
"Anthology of Shakespeare!"
"Okay, I'll buy it for you later, but don't let your guard down and let the cats keep an eye on the hotel and circus. If anything happens, notify me as soon as possible."
"I understand, nya!"
After Xiao Hei left, Ma Wei finished cleaning the rest, entered the small room on the side of the statue, picked up a black silk shawl, and put it on his body.
After breakfast, when Yunia, who had just brushed her teeth, came downstairs, she happened to see Ma Wei changing clothes and couldn't help but ask: "Dad, are you going out?"
"Well, go and host the funeral." Ma Wei said.
The curse killed many people, including many believers of the Church of Truth. As a priest, Ma Wei went to proclaim the gospel and rest the souls of believers. This was also one of his daily tasks.
"Can Yunia follow?"
"Of course, let's go change."
"Um!"
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The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, pattering on the coffin in the pit. There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and strong winds.
Ma Wei stood in front of the pit, without an umbrella or a hat, letting the cold rain pour on his face, his robe fluttering in the wind, with a solemn expression, looking straight ahead, and recited a prayer loudly: "He is a qualified person." husband, a kind and kind father, and our sincere and beloved friend. When he passes away, his soul will rest in peace. The truth will always be with him. Pain will never disturb him again. Everything will become peaceful and there will be no more disputes. disease...."
Around him, family members dressed in black and wearing dark gauze were crying until they were out of breath and fainted several times.
“May the Goddess forgive you as you forgive others.
People come from dust and return to dust.
May your soul always be with the goddess and enjoy eternal peace..."
After reciting the prayer, Ma Wei leaned down, picked up some dust, and sprinkled it on the coffin. Then, the workers standing on both sides immediately swung shovels to bury the coffin.
"Mrs. Salton, please have your condolences."
Ma Wei came to the family members and said softly: "If you encounter any difficulties, you can seek help from the Church of Truth. This is the goddess's promise to believers, and it is also something I firmly believe in."
"Thank you... thank you... Father..."
Mrs. Salton burst into tears, clutching Mavey's hand tightly, not knowing how to express her gratitude.
After presiding over several funerals in a row, Mavey was already exhausted, but he knew it was not time to rest yet, because a four-wheel carriage with the words 'Ross Police Department' engraved on the carriage was waiting for him parked not far away.
Inspector Macmillan stood next to the carriage, holding a black umbrella. Lines of water droplets fell. The red firelight in the carriage flickered. A pair of gray eyes were observing him through the glass.
After saying goodbye to his family members, Mavie walked quickly with Yunia. Inspector MacMillan opened the car door himself. After they entered the car, he closed the umbrella and leaned down to follow them.
"This damn weather!"
The umbrella was hung by the door, and MacMillan shook the rain off his boots while complaining: "There has been no movement for the past two days, and it has to wait until today for it to rain!"
Holmes took out a few pieces of chocolate from his pocket and handed them to Marvey and MacMillan: "Why are you hosting a funeral in this weather? Eat it to warm yourself up."
"I can't help it. The family decided on the burial date the day before yesterday." Ma Wei took the chocolate and stuffed it into Yunia. He said helplessly: "It's just such an unlucky thing. It started to rain as soon as we arrived at the cemetery outside the city, and the coffin was all wet." You have already put it down, you can’t pick it up and take it back again!”
"That's true. It's hard for anyone to encounter this kind of thing." Inspector Macmillan did not take the chocolate, but took out a small silver tin can from his arms, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, and took a sip. : "Huh... On rainy days, you should drink brandy to ward off the cold! Father, would you like some?"
"Thank you, I don't drink."
Ma Wei glanced at him: "I think you should eat some chocolate."
"Why?" MacMillan was a little confused.
"Suppress the smell of alcohol in your mouth. If Baron Bill smells it... I don't know how to get angry."
"A little wine is fine! It's all about relieving stress!"
"The priest is right, you really should eat some chocolate." Holmes suddenly said: "If, I mean if... the rose thief stole the blood rose, then Baron Bill will definitely find someone to take the blame. Father and I You are a non-staff member, and you are friendly and help without responsibility, and you, Macmillan...are definitely the first to bear the brunt."
"In this case, if you still smell of alcohol, then all the blame will fall on your head."
With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, MacMillan grabbed the chocolate, took a vicious bite, and muttered: "You are definitely not going to let the rose thief steal the blood rose, are you? I still want to be promoted to the General Administration..."
"Who knows?"
Holmes and Mavey looked at each other and said solemnly: "He is not an ordinary person..."
