Alien world

Chapter 923 Chapter 154. Crime Scene Investigation
Executive Andrea was not the only one who was unlucky.

City guard Newman was equally unlucky - he had just started his shift when he encountered this incident tonight, and the murder happened during the previous shift of city guards.

He had no choice but to investigate the murder of the envoy, which brought no benefits but only trouble.

When he arrived at the embassy with his assistants, the scene of being surrounded by guards and knights made Newman sarcastically say: "When they were alive, they didn't care, but now they come here to pretend to be fulfilling their duties after they die..."

"Less grumbling and more work."

A figure suddenly emerged from the shadows behind him, and City Guard Officer Newman quickly stood up: "Miss Janice!"

"Ma'am," Janice corrected.

She was the official in charge of following up on the case. The Ministry of Etiquette was no less responsible than the Military Department for letting the envoy die on Mount Montreal.

"Well Ms. Janice, the night is really beautiful today, but it's still not as beautiful as you."

Janice pursed her lips and looked serious: "Annan is still in the dungeon waiting to be cleared of innocence. Let's start your investigation."

"As ordered."

City guard officer Newman and his assistant walked into the embassy, ​​where the bodies of the three envoys were still there.

City guard Newman breathed a sigh of relief. It would be much easier if the body was not moved away.

"Who has come in here?"

City Guard Officer Newman stared at the red carpet in the corridor and asked the guard. The carpet was stained with a lot of dirt and had deep marks from being trampled on, as if a cavalry had passed by.

"Many... The servants found the body and called for help. The guards rushed over to look for the chest, and many officials also came..."

"Where is the dead?"

“No one has moved.”

This was the only good news. As for the destroyed scene... there was no way. When Newman told them about fingerprints, bloodstains, and scars, they would only show a clear and stupid expression and ask: When did you learn magic?

Monzon died in the chair. The blood oozing from his chest dyed the red carpet the red color of cheap red wine. His body was limp and there was no sign of struggle. It seemed that he was killed by a single blow.

Cynthia next door fell in the closet, with some women's dresses scattered around her. It seemed that she was choosing clothes to wear for the dinner party. The wound was on her back, and she was also killed by one blow.

Arnock, who was the farthest away, died the most tragically. He was also stabbed in the back, but did not die immediately. The murderer did not finish him off for some reason, allowing him to crawl from the bathroom to the door. However, he still died from excessive blood loss, leaving a trail of bloody fingerprints on the door.

City Guard Officer Newman looked at the distance from the bathroom to the door and the bloodstains, frowned, and asked, "Are you sure the servant said he didn't hear any noise?"

"Yes," the assistant replied.

"Old rules."

City Guard Officer Newman said this and stood outside the door. Janice followed him out and saw him close the door and pretend to listen.

At first there was nothing. After a few seconds, there was a faint noise behind the door, and then a dull shout.

"Well, it seems the embassy has great soundproofing."

City Guard Officer Newman opened the door and stood in front of the open window. He used the oil lamp handed to him by his assistant to check the windowsill, and then checked the other two rooms one after another.

"The assassin entered through the window. This is a clue. Go ask nearby residents if anyone saw anything in the evening."

After saying this he glanced at Janice, and seeing that she said nothing he continued to examine the deceased.

He squatted down beside Cynthia and began to take off her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Janice frowned.

City Guard Officer Newman stopped when he saw the wound on his back. He asked his assistant to bring a basin of water. He rinsed the body and said, "Check the body. It can be seen that the killer's actions were very clean. Apart from killing people, they did nothing else..."

"them?"

City Guard Officer Newman stood up, took the handkerchief and wiped his hands: "The wounds of the three victims were different. The girl was killed by a rapier. There were at least two killers."

"You mean it was done by a professional assassin?" "No unprofessional would have the guts to assassinate the envoy in the embassy. Do you think there are too few heads on the wall of bones?"

The Empire has an ancient tradition of casting the heads of its enemies into city walls.

"So Annan is not responsible?" Janice mentioned Annan for the second time.

"Not sure yet."

City Guard Officer Newman examined the bodies of Monson and Anok one after another and found some skin injuries: "What are the injuries on their bodies?"

"This morning the messenger caused public outrage at the Moonlight Opera House and got into a fight with a group of audience members."

"This will expand the scope of suspicion again..." City Guard Officer Newman sighed, stood up and said, "Let's ask the mages to come over."

"You have no solution?"

Janice suddenly noticed the hesitation that flashed across Newman's face and took the initiative to say, "Just tell me, I'll mention your name in the report."

"Well, I know a guy who was also a city guard, but he's been fired."

"why?"

"Because of this and that reason..." City Guard Officer Newman said ambiguously, ignoring Janice's increasingly furrowed brows, "I can't explain it too clearly. Anyway, if he comes, I guess the assassin can be found."

"So what are you waiting for, where is he?"

"At this time, I should be drunk in the pub..."

……

boom--

The door of the tavern was pushed open heavily, and the cold autumn wind blew in. The oil lamp hanging on the beam swayed, making the tavern flicker, and a few women's screams were heard.

The guy who thought the door was blown away by the wind went over and looked up, only to see a group of cold soldiers in black armor blocking the door.

The waiter quickly stepped aside and allowed the black-armored soldier to walk in heavily on the floor.

The guests who were whispering, making loud noises, and flirting with the girls all fell silent, except for an old man with rosacea sitting at the bar who showed no fear at all.

"Why? After so long, your master still won't give up?"

The team of black-armored soldiers stepped aside, revealing the city guard officer Newman behind them.

"Barron, there's work to do."

"Newman..." The old man named Barron stretched his neck forward and squinted his eyes to identify him for a long time. "Oh, it's you. What trouble have you caused again?"

"When have I ever gotten into trouble? It's always trouble that finds me..." Newman took the opportunity to complain.

Janice stepped forward and said, "Someone's dead, and we need you to find the murderer."

"Why are you looking for me? I'm not a city guard."

Janice thought the rosacea old man was bargaining: "You are now."

"I don't want it. Just buy me a few bottles of wine as a reward."

"liquor?"

"I need wine to open my mind."

Janice frowned again, and City Guard Officer Newman coughed lightly: "Barron is like this, wine is like a wizard's magic to him."

Janice didn't care about this, she just wanted Annan to come out as soon as possible:
"Ten bottles of the best wine you have."

"Oh!" Barron's eyes lit up. "It seems that the dead person is an important person."

(End of this chapter)