Byrne actually reacted when the other person pulled out a gun.
He resisted his instinct and did not dodge. The Sheriff of Fein City was a metamorphosed Knight Extraordinary. The possibility of defeating the opponent at close range was zero.
If you dodge at will, it may trigger the opponent's next attack. Not resisting is the right choice.
The Sheriff was slightly startled. The young man in front of him was more calm and collected than expected, and did not panic or yell as expected.
"I'm not a murderer."
The Sheriff was actually not sure whether Byrne of the Fisher family was the murderer. He just thought it was best to intimidate the other party first, and then wait until Byrne was at a loss to ask many questions easily.
But now the sheriff looked at the young man's calm eyes and felt uncertain again.
"First tell me why you are here."
Byrne explained extremely calmly, and then said: "The housekeeper can testify for me that I just went upstairs just a minute ago, and you arrived shortly after, and I also made an appointment with Mr. Jin in advance, so I didn't break in. "
He paused and continued calmly: "If I really want to kill him, leaving so many traces is simply ridiculous. Then anyone can track me down immediately."
"Furthermore, Mr. Jin and I are close business partners. Our business has always been doing well, and there are no conflicts. I have no motive at all."
After saying that, Byrne stared into the other person's eyes and smiled slowly:
"Put the gun down, Mr. Sheriff."
The Sheriff calmly put down his gun. Even if the murderer was indeed Byrne, he would be completely sure of the situation. It didn't matter whether he used a gun or not.
"Thanks."
Byrne hid his dissatisfaction and stepped forward as calmly as possible, then slowly turned around and quickly observed everything in the entire room.
"Deep memory" comes into play.
When he stared at the blood next to the bullet hole, he would still feel dizzy due to his natural fear of blood, but he would not fall down easily.
He knew very clearly that he was no longer the boy who could rely on his father, and adults did not have the right to "fall down" at will.
His fighting ability is low, his life experience is shallow, and he has psychological defects. He cannot compare with his father Lucius in all aspects. He knows these things very well.
So as long as there was no one else around and he was lying alone in bed, Byrne would often recall the blood in those profound memories, recalling the disgusting smell and the death and despair represented behind the blood.
Enduring the pain again and again, Byrne gradually tried to overcome the most fatal shortcomings deep in his heart.
It seemed to be effective so far. He took a deep breath, eliminated the dizziness in his mind, and thoroughly wrote down everything he observed.
The broken mirror on the ground was probably the source of the "crackling" sound. There was still smoke from the muzzle of the alchemy flintlock. It had obviously just been used for a short time. Then there was a wine bottle on the desk and red wine in two glasses. I don’t know who the second cup was poured for.
Byrne felt that the wine was not poured for him, because Mr. Jin knew that he almost didn't drink, so it was impossible for a sophisticated person to forget this matter.
The Sheriff squatted next to Mr. Jin's fat and huge body, with a serious look on his face but did not touch him casually. He said to the housekeeper and Byrne without looking back:
"Mr. Byrne, you must stay here. Butler Boltz, go find my brother quickly and call Viscount Best. Don't make it known to others, and don't let anyone in the villa come to the study. Understand. What?"
"Okay! Gentlemen, of course I understand. I'll go find the Viscount right now!"
The housekeeper nodded repeatedly, and just as he was about to leave, the Sheriff suddenly turned around and stared at him coldly.
"No matter what the reason is, if you leak the news here first, I will treat you as an accomplice of the murderer."
The housekeeper turned pale with fear and trotted away in panic.
Byrne could see that Mr. Sheriff Renzo Leon, the third son of the Lion family, was extremely proficient in the "intimidation" technique.
Byrne and Sheriff Renzo were the only two people left in the room. They didn't speak for a long time because of the embarrassment just now.
Byrne was not a angry person, so he took the initiative and said to Sheriff Renzo:
"I think the person who killed Mr. Jin should be an acquaintance, because there were two glasses of red wine on the desk, and I don't like to drink, so Mr. Jin would not have poured the second glass of red wine for me."
Renzo glanced at the young man, nodded calmly and said, "It makes some sense."
The atmosphere eased slightly, and the two of them didn't say anything more. They waited until the sky gradually darkened, and finally heard the footsteps going up to the second floor again.
The door to the study room was opened from the outside, and three people quickly came in.
They were Mr. Jin's housekeeper, Viscount Best, and a middle-aged woman whom Byrne didn't know at all.
Viscount Best is slightly short, of medium build, with gray hair that is meticulously combed, a black tuxedo, a black hat, and his eyes that are always squinted, revealing a cunning spirit like a hunting fox.
People call him "the fox who leads the lions". Viscount Best has always impressed people with his cunning and cunning image.
"Lenzo, Byrne, here I come, alas."
Best sighed and knelt down next to Mr. Jin, stretched out his hand to close his eyes, and then looked up at the middle-aged woman who followed.
"This is Ms. Ling Feng, an independent transcendent who I have known for many years. She is a necromantic spellcaster who has reached the second level. She can help us find the truth."
Byrne looked at the so-called "Ms. Lingfen" and knew that she was using a fake name.
"Hello, Ms. Lingfen, I am Byrne Fisher."
"Hello."
She responded coldly, with a withdrawn look in her eyes that refused to socialize.
Independent supernatural beings refer to those extraordinary beings who are not affiliated with any organizational force or family affiliation. They act more unscrupulously, and are often only a thin line away from illegal supernatural beings and cultists.
"Ms. Lingfen" wears a dark purple robe, her hair is still black and thick, only a few white hairs occasionally emerge from it, and her ears are hung with shining moon-shaped earrings.
Her face has a unique charm that has accumulated over the years, and her skin is slightly sagging but still smooth and delicate.
Prophecy-based spellcasters are relatively rare, and it is very common to use necromancy spells to investigate the cause of someone's death. However, all major churches believe that it is very bad to taint corpses and souls at will.
Ms. Lingfen didn't say anything, she just closed her eyes in silence and mentally mobilized the magic in the air around her.
A faint green light gradually emerged from the corpse,
Viscount Best stood up quickly, came to his younger brother, Sheriff Renzo, and said slowly:
"So what happened, Renzo, um, did it mean that my good brother-in-law couldn't stand his fat figure because he ate too much and shot himself? Bang! Just like that!"
Sheriff Renzo looked at his brother, Viscount Best, who was smiling unreasonably, and said rather dissatisfiedly:
"How can you still make jokes in your current situation? Are you completely crazy?"
Deep down in his heart, Byrne also felt that Viscount Best was a person who was "too humorous and not majestic" both in public and in private. Even people from the Eagle family called him contemptuously "a lion raised in a circus". Our clown viscount".
If it weren't for the fact that enemies of the Lion family would always die in the ditch, or occasionally someone would suddenly cry and publicly apologize to Viscount Best, I'm afraid everyone would really regard the half-century-old master of Fein City as the so-called "clown".
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, a deep green light appeared in Mr. Jin's eyes and mouth, and his heavy body gradually floated on the ground, making strange sounds.
The corpse shouted hoarsely: "Help! Help! Byrne, help me!"
That kind of sound was extremely cold and terrifying. Even Byrne could feel the thought of the deceased corroding his spirit, and he would feel extremely uncomfortable deep in his heart.
As soon as the corpse finished speaking, Viscount Best and Sheriff Renzo looked at Byrne, who was horrified and even sweating.
Viscount Best shrugged and said with a smile: "Actually, Byrne, what you said just now is good news. At least half of your suspicions have been eliminated."
"It would be terrible if he yelled, 'Ah, ah, ah, Bain, pay me back quickly', because Mr. Jin's money is my money!"
The Viscount was still very humorous, Sheriff Renzo frowned and became more and more disgusted with his brother, but Byrne couldn't laugh at all.
