Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 170: Detective

At 5: 00 a.m., the Fox Estate lights were brilliant and almost all the big faces of White Deer City gathered here. The hasty servants and waitresses who entertain these hasty guests, even when awakened in their sleep to arrive overnight, cannot hide the expression of panic on their faces because their master, the owner of this vast estate, the only national councillor currently in White Deer City, Sir Fox, along with his butler, Wolf, have been murdered in the study...

Naturally, the new Chief Felidos was no exception, and he stood in the study. Sir Fox and butler Wolfe's body remained intact, except for a white linen sheet. And the dressing was obviously brought here from the bed by Viscount Venice, the head of naval base construction, who has repeated his story several times.

“I, I repeat, did not send any urgent documents to Sir Fox! You can't think about it. I'm in the Navy. He's a national senator. There's nothing to live with! Besides, none of my deputies had a lieutenant named Abraham who had just been transferred from Wang Du, and none of my men had a beautiful two-handed eight-word beard! It's a conspiracy, a conspiracy against our naval base! ”

"Please calm down a little, Viscount Venice, no one will suspect you. It must be a conspiracy, otherwise the murderer would not be able to impersonate a Navy officer to kill Sir Fox and his housekeeper, which is clearly because he wanted to blame you for knowing that your relationship with the jazz was incompatible. This suggests that the killer should be well aware of the situation of the naval base under construction, which he is not an outsider and may have hidden in.

I also have a question that, according to Bid, the servant who opened the door, and Serna, the personal waitress who waited outside the study, the killer was wearing a naval officer uniform that fitted and fitted perfectly and could not have been put on casually. It is precisely because the murderers were very military and aristocratic that they were bewitched, leaving them without any suspicion. So the question is, where did he get his uniform? ”

Chief Felidos was entrusted with the chin meditation: “Civilian imitation of military uniforms has always been strictly forbidden under the laws of our kingdom, and offenders are sentenced to more than five years of hard labour, so civilian tailors generally do not make military uniforms, and even if they receive a list, they report it to the patrol police so that they are not implicated. Navy uniforms, while roughly identical, differ in detail, especially in officer uniforms.

Your deputy lieutenant, Lieutenant Lenkard, was identified by the servant and maid, wearing the same uniform as the murderer. Obviously, the killer would not have paid so much attention to the details of the uniform if it had not been someone inside the naval base or someone with a peek at the base. We should both go back to the naval base to find out where the lieutenants were last night, if their uniforms are missing...

I'm sending someone to check the tailoring shops, the garment shops, the fabric shops, to see if anybody buys fabrics similar to your uniform colors and makes your naval officer uniforms during this time. As soon as we find out, we may have a lead on the killer. After all, the murder of a member of the National Assembly is an appalling event, which is likely to cause a storm in the kingdom. Neither you nor I can escape it, and a statement needs to be made above.

I have just sent an Eagle to Wang Du to report this to His Majesty and the House of Representatives, and it is likely that Wang Du's envoy will arrive here in three or four days. Until then, I hope to find the killer, or at least find useful clues to identify the suspect. So that we can be less involved in the incident. By the way, the servant who opened the door can identify the killer on the spot... ”

Viscount Venice has calmed down and listened to Chief Felidos, who replied positively: "I understand, I will go back and assemble all the lieutenant officers of the sub-fleet and have the servant who opened the door identify them in person. ”

At this point, two people in black robes, high caps, picked up in the study halted their movements and came to Chief Felidos, shook their heads and said: "I'm sorry, Chief Felidos, we can't detect any traces of magic here, so traceability and echo are not available. Clearly, the killer simply killed Sir Fox and his housekeeper, and there was no sign of any use of magic here, which means that the killer was not a magician and that the murders that took place here were outside the jurisdiction of our department, and we leave first. ”

Watching the two men float away, Viscount Viscount Willis, who did not hear the words before them, was upset and asked: "Who are they and what does it mean to say that this murder is not within the jurisdiction of their department? ”

Chief Felidos sighed: "They are the heads of the branches assigned here by Wangdu Special Services. In fact, I hope they find something, so that Sir Fox's murder can be referred to them for investigation, so we don't have to deal with it. Unfortunately, this is just a simple murder, of course they enjoy watching the fun...”

Viscount Venice naturally understands what Chief Felidos is referring to as the head of the special division where they are stationed, and he does not speak. After a moment of silence, he looked at the two bodies covered in sheets in the study and turned around and was ready to leave, but Chief Felidos called him again.

“Wait, Detective Joseph is here. Let's take a look at his autopsy report. He has been a criminal detective in Wang Du for more than 20 years. He has handled many murders. He solved the seven corpses in Wang Du Triumph Bridge underground sewer. He was also from Southwest Dodsas County, and this time he was retiring to go back to his hometown for retirement, just passing through White Deer City, where I stayed to help set up the Criminal Division of the Patrol Police Department to train the rookies. As soon as I received the information from this side, I informed him that he had taken someone to examine the body and conducted a preliminary investigation. Let's see what he said. Later, let him go with you to the naval base to deal with the suspect hidden in the dark. He is more experienced...”

Detective Joseph is a bald old man. He's fat. It's just that face is born with a sad, bitter face. It seems to swallow slowly, but it's sharp and rarely speaks crap.

“The killer was about twenty-four or five years old, had dark blonde hair, a mustache, and was suspected of being dressed. The individual is about 1 m 8, bronze skin, like a sailor and crew member. With great strength, mastery of martial arts and courage, Ser Fox and his butler were murdered before being able to go out and chat and stroll with his maid, Serna, without any impatient desire to leave. So he has a lot of experience with assassinations, or he can be considered a professional killer, an assassin. Murder of Sir Fox is likely to be an acceptance of someone else's employment...”

Detective Joseph hesitated, a little confused, and continued: "There is still uncertainty in his eyes, and the janitor, Bid, said it was yellowbrown, while the waitress, Serna, said it was two charming blue eyes. And after listening to each other, they couldn't be sure if what they saw was true, and finally they both admitted that they didn't really see it clearly. ”

“I have a question.” Viscount Venice said, "Detective Joseph, how did you determine that the killer was proficient in martial arts and powerful? ”

Detective Joseph pointed to those two bodies: "It was they who told me, to see where they died and why. Obviously, if the housekeeper shows up in the same room when the owner is visiting, he must be standing by the door waiting for the owner to summon him. But he died at the desk, clearly deliberately by the murderer, so that after killing the butler, he could quickly uniform Sir Fox behind the desk, rendering him unable to summon or alarm other servants, such as Serna, the maid standing outside the study door. ”

Detective Joseph went straight to where Claude stood: "Associated with that so-called emergency file, the killer should have stood here, pulled out the file and handed it to Sir. This distance is very embarrassing to the jazz because if he wants to take it, he has to get up and lean forward to get it, as if paying homage to the murderer. So I think the jazz had to choose to summon the butler standing by the door, take the file and put it in front of him.

This gives the killer the opportunity to strike the jazz simultaneously after he has conquered the butler. Otherwise, his attack on the jazz would alert the butler behind the door, while the first attack on the butler would ring the bell line behind his back wall without hesitation. Unfortunately, the murderer's plot came true, and the butler and the jazz suffered successive misfortunes... ”

“As for the killer's mastery of fighting skills and strength, the reason is very simple.” Detective Joseph smiled softly: "Because Sir Fox and his housekeeper both died of a broken neck, in fact breaking a man's neck seemed simple, but it wasn't. If you're not strong enough, you can't break a person's neck instantly. Any fighter knows this common sense, breaking a man's neck requires more skill and strength than breaking a man's arm...”

Chief Felidos applauded gently: “You were very precise, Detective Joseph. Now, if you'll excuse Viscount Venice for a trip to the naval base, we need to find the suspect or the murderer as soon as possible so that we can prepare a perfect answer for Wangdu's envoy before he arrives. ”

Detective Joseph nodded: “I understand. ”

Lieutenant Nuit woke up confused by the scream of his little wildcat Miss Minnelles. He stretched out his arm to pick up his little wildcat and mumbled in his mouth: “Why are you screaming so loud? Let's sleep, come on, blow me...”

And his little wildcat pulled a thin, thin sheet of clothing over his body: "Nu. Nuit, there is. Someone broke in...”

“Who, who dares to break into the house...” Lieutenant Nuit finally woke up, when he found his room filled with crowds, four or five Marine soldiers, his own colleagues Captain Hollich, Lieutenant Biede, Lieutenant Lewis, and a bald, fat old man. They're all watching themselves in bed and the little wildcats around them right now.

“What's going on?” Lieutenant Nuit panicked. What do you want to do on such a big occasion? I guess I didn't make any mistakes...

“Were you here last night?” The bald, fat old man asked.

“You, who are you? None of your business!” Lt. Nuit was furious that he was still naked and pulled over by the little wildcat beside him to cover herself, and Lt. Nuit was a little ashamed and angry that his body was so exposed to so many people.

“Lieutenant Nuit, answer his question.” Captain Hollich next to him drinks with a cold face.

“Yeah, I'm all here, never left.” Lieutenant Nuit had to pull the pillow over to cover his lower body.

At this time, the bald, fat old man had seen the uniform of an officer throwing a wrinkle on the ground. He used to pick up a piece and found that there were stains on the uniform that were not known whether it was vegetable juice or bad wine, which had been soiled by the dust on the ground. It looked like it had been dry for a long time.

The bald, fat old man lifted his chin, and Ensign Lewis brought in two men, a man and a woman, who looked like a servant, a woman who looked like a maid, with a violent body. They first looked at Lieutenant Nuit and shook their heads and said, "It wasn't him. ”

Then he looked closely at the uniform held by the bald, fat old man, and shook his head to indicate that it was not the same, the clean pen was strong, the wrinkle was still alcoholic, they could tell.

The bald, fat old man frowned and threw his officer uniform into Nuit's body. Poor Lieutenant Nuit hastily put his clothes on his body.

“You were drunk last night. What time did you sleep?” The bald, fat old man asked.

“Well, I forgot what time I slept. It was late anyway, and I couldn't remember three or four times with her. Later, it seemed like you woke up so late after hearing the chicken scream, you didn't even know...” No man would admit that he was not strong in terms of men and women, and Lieutenant Nuit was naturally no exception. He had forgotten about last night's drunkenness, and he bragged about it according to his old habits, perfectly turning the bald, fat old man's head.