Alien world

Chapter 924 Chapter 155. The Murderer
City guard Newman told Barron about the case on the way back to the embassy.

"So the murderer is closely related to the noble named Annan?"

"I advise you to think carefully before you speak." Janice said coldly.

"Well... Mr. Annan is a good man. He helped the people from the Bottom Nest out of trouble before." City Guard Officer Newman knew that Janice had a special feeling for Annan, and reminded Barron not to talk nonsense.

"There are such nobles? I don't believe it." The old man with rosacea muttered.

They returned to the embassy, ​​and Barron glanced at the scene and said, "The killer either has a deep hatred or is very confident."

"How did you know that?" Janice asked quickly.

"A normal person would dare to kill an envoy on Montreal Mountain?"

Barron walked into the room, saw the deceased's clothes were stripped off, and raised his eyelids.

"I did it. Their wounds were different. I inferred that there were more than two killers." City Guard Officer Newman said.

"Superficial, if I killed someone with my left hand and my right hand, would you not be able to recognize me?" Barron didn't give any face to his former boss. He walked to Monzon's body and stretched out his trembling hand.

"Oh, my hands are shaking..."

He stepped back again.

"Do you need treatment?" Janice asked.

"Treatment? That's right..." Barron took the bottle of wine handed to him by Newman, who was familiar with him, uncorked it and gulped it down: "There is no better antidote in the world!"

Barron's hands were steady as he tasted the wine, and after checking Monzon and the room, he went to the bedroom next door.

"Tsk, such a pretty girl, the murderer is so cold-blooded." Barron shook his head as he looked at the body of Cynthia, who could be his daughter.

After checking Arnold, Barron, with blood on his hands, grabbed the bottle and took a sip. Janice burped with a disgusted look on her face: "There is only one murderer, and he is about 6 to 6.3 feet tall."

"How did you know?" Janice asked.

"Look at the location of the wounds." Barron held his palms open, pretending to hold a dagger. "The cuts above their wounds are deeper, which means the murderer is taller than them."

"If it's one person, why are the weapons different?"

"He just changed his weapons." Barron pointed to Monzon's room. "The murderer first climbed in through the window and killed the fat nobleman, then got into the girl's room and killed her with a rapier. He then switched back to the dagger and killed the young man. However, the young man was very smart and tricked the murderer by pretending to be dead, but he still didn't survive."

It is similar to Newman's reasoning, but more detailed.

"Apart from height, are there any other clues?" Janice asked. She began to believe that this old man with rosacea could solve the case.

One of the reasons why the imperial people were called barbarians was that 6 feet was almost the average height in the empire. The range drawn by Barron did not narrow down too much - at most, it was ruled out that it was done by Annan himself.

"Hiccup... The murderer is not professional at all. Look at these footprints. He is afraid that no one will see them." Barron said, pointing to the muddy footprints on the windowsill and the footsteps on the carpet beside the windowsill.

"So the possibility of revenge is greater?"

"Didn't I tell you, who would assassinate an envoy in Montreal Mountain except for hatred?" Barron opened another bottle of wine, and his red nose tended to spread to his face.

"You better find out who hates him to death."

"Any other clues?"

Barron was about to speak when footsteps were heard outside the corridor.

"Huh? Why is he here?" City Guard Officer Newman asked in surprise.

"Burp...Who is that?" Barron, half drunk, looked at the blurry figure in the distance.

"Annan Reeves."

"do not know."

"Ruth, whom you regard as your daughter, is his woman."

"Jack!" Barron sobered up immediately. On the other side, Annan looked at the female official who came to greet him and asked tentatively, "Sister Janice?"

Annan still remembers the etiquette official who helped him during the championship competition.

Janice seemed to be ten years younger, and her face, which was always criticized by her colleagues, was now full of smiles: "Brother Annan, I'm glad to see that you are okay."

"The misunderstanding has been resolved."

Annan smiled and looked at the two people in the distance. A young official and an old man with rosacea, looking at them with the scrutiny of an old father... Well, I must have seen it wrong. It should be the scrutiny of a suspect.

"I brought a wizard with me. He will help you investigate the case." Olin, who was wearing knight armor, spoke up.

With them came a wizard holding a human skull.

"That's great," Janice said respectfully, knowing Olin, and led them towards the scene.

This was Annan's first time to investigate a murder. Seeing Monzon's body was more complicated than he felt happy.

After all, they had watched a movie in the theater earlier and got to know each other, and everyone was very happy at that time.

Now, Monzon was lying dead in a chair, his skin had turned lead gray, his clothes had been torn off, and he did not look like a nobleman at all.

"Did you move the body?" Annan asked.

This made City Guard Officer Newman look sideways: "No, I just checked the wound."

"What's the progress?" Oulin asked.

"The murderer is currently identified as being 6 to 6.3 feet tall and is likely to have a grudge against the envoy."

Olin nodded: "Then prepare to cast the spell."

The others made way for the mage holding the skull with a familiar look. Annan belatedly stood in the corner where the mirror was placed and asked in a low voice, "How do I cast a spell?"

"Resurrect them and ask again."

"…So magical?"

Why bother investigating the crime scene?

Olin said that their souls had dissipated, and even if they were resurrected they would only be empty shells, so they used the remaining memories and instincts in their bodies to recreate the scenes before their death.

But it's still magic regardless.

It was like a necromancer holding the head of a loved one, coming to the corpse and releasing a modified version of the magic of resurrecting the dead.

The corpse with its head hanging suddenly trembled and slowly raised its head.

As the spell was cast, the gray Monsong began to repeat his actions in life: the gray deceased sat in a chair, as if holding a book in his hands, flipping through it stiffly. The scene was strange and grotesque.

As if he had been looking for too long, Monsong raised his head as if relaxed and looked towards the corner where Annan was.

Annan felt inexplicably guilty, while Janice touched her arm and suddenly felt a little cold.

The drunk Barron suddenly exclaimed: "The deceased knew the murderer?"

Janice asked, "How did you know that?"

"Hic... There's a mirror here. He just looked at the window through the mirror."

Annan stared at Monzon's body. It had already withdrawn its gaze, and then suddenly stabbed, repeating the process of death, lowering its head, and no longer moving.

City Guard Officer Newman pondered: "What kind of situation would make the deceased not be surprised to see a familiar person climbing through the window?"

Everyone present thought of the answer almost instantly.

Olin gave the order: "Mobilize the city guards to surround the legion camp of the Kingdom of Rekanel. No one can enter or leave!"

(End of this chapter)