Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 233 More clues

It was already afternoon, and the warm late autumn sunlight shone into Sherlock Moriarty's home through the bay window, shining on the private detective's face, causing the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses to reflect golden light. Covering his eyes behind the lenses.

For a long time, he couldn't help but laugh, lowered his head, the corners of his mouth behind his beard twitched, and the abdominal muscles wrapped in his vest and shirt trembled.

"Haha, divination, divination master... Haha, hug, I'm sorry," he stopped smiling under Angel's serious gaze, "then, Miss divination master, can you show your hand and open the eyes of this unscrupulous detective like me?" It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just…”

The handsome performance was ruthlessly ridiculed, which made Angel's not-so-beautiful mood even worse. She refused Moriarty's request without hesitation.

Fortunately, the detective quickly returned to the topic. Perhaps he realized that the person sitting across from him was also an extraordinary person, or perhaps he was curious about the truth about the "suicide" of the O'Neill family. He quickly took a pen and paper and wrote In order to rescue Emily's gang stronghold, he also circled a street on the map.

"Right here, on Winster Street in Cherwood District, there is a house with shops downstairs and residential buildings above."

After thinking for a moment, Moriarty stood up from the sofa, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the coat rack at the door of the living room.

"I'd better go with you to prevent you from looking in the wrong place," he said over his shoulder at the coat rack, "but I'm a private detective, so this kind of thing is considered a commission and I have to pay for it."

Is this considered forceful buying and selling?
Angel put away the map and the note with the address, and looked at the detective who suddenly became active.

"So, Detective Sherlock Moriarty, how much do you charge for this commission?"

"Given that this is an after-sales service for Mr. O'Neill, 1p, 1p is enough."

Putting on his windbreaker, the detective smiled brightly in return.

……

Half an hour later, the two got off the hired carriage and stood in the middle of Winster Street.

This road is more like an alley than a street. Due to its age, many buildings on both sides have been privately installed with roofs and supports that protrude from the main body, so that the originally not very spacious street can barely pass a four-wheel drive vehicle. When two mercenary carriages meet, they also need to slowly go around each other, otherwise they will inevitably bump into each other.

The location given by Moriarty is a three-story building sandwiched among these "illegal buildings." Since this gang's stronghold has not changed its original appearance, it seems a bit unique among the surrounding weird-looking buildings.

"This is it. The last time I came here, there were four or five gang members inside, but there were no guns or special ones."

He should mean "there are no extraordinary people".

Angel nodded, looked at the endless stream of people around him, gave up the idea of ​​climbing through the walls and windows, took out the "master key", walked up the steps, inserted it directly into the keyhole and twisted it, as if he had returned to his own home. He opened the door and walked in.

The room was dark, with only the sunlight coming from the door illuminating the carpet, shoe cabinet and coat rack at the entrance. In Angel's dark vision, there was no sign of human activity deeper in the living room.

Are you not at home, or have you evacuated?

She did not relax and quickly walked through the rooms on the first floor, and then went up to the second and third floors for a quick inspection.

"There is no one, but there are traces of multiple people living there. Judging from the clothes, there were at least five or six people living there, all of them men. The ashtrays were not cleaned, and the food purchased was not rotten. I am afraid they all left in a hurry, and It won’t take long, three days at most.”

Returning to the first floor, looking at Moriarty who carefully entered the room, closed the door and turned on the light, Angel reported the results of his examination.

"Three days... that should be the time after you met Mr. O'Neill and before the O'Neill family committed suicide." Moriarty reached out to touch his chin, but took it back after touching his beard. He turned his right hand and continued, "It's strange. It's been more than a week since I reported it to the police station, and they are still here. Either there is a reason to deal with the police's investigation, or they are also in the police station in Jorwood District. people."

"I'm going to go upstairs to check out their living area and look for clues. You're responsible for exploring the first floor and looking for a basement?" He looked at the stairs leading to the second floor and quickly made a decision.

Angel was thinking about how to get rid of this extraordinary detective so that he could use magic mirror divination to find clues. He immediately agreed after hearing his suggestion.

Watching the hem of Moriarty's trench coat disappear above the stairs, Angel took an almost full ashtray and two empty wine bottles from the living room, came to the study, stacked them together, took out the magic mirror and chanted Author:

"Mirror Mirror tells me the information about the owners of these items."

The scene of the living room of this building quickly appeared on the mirror. Several men in casual clothes were playing a game of evil at the table. Some copper coins were piled on the corner of the table. The empty wine bottles were thrown on the floor, and there were also ashtrays. Full of cigarette butts.

"Let's go, Mr. Cappin has a new mission, and it's still in the East District. In addition, they said this location can no longer be used. Pack your things and everyone should leave immediately."

At the order of a man who entered the living room, several people threw down their cigarette butts, put away their playing cards, and left the building through the back door.

"It seems that it was when they left three days ago. So, who is Kaping? What is the mission given to them?"

Stroking the mirror again, Angel tried to divine who this "Mr. Capin" was.

Soon, the black mirror returned to normal, reflecting the ceiling of the study and Angel's black hair.

"Insufficient information. Sure enough, there is no way to perform divination with just a name..."

Hearing the footsteps going downstairs, Angel quickly put away the magic mirror and walked out of the study. He saw Moriarty walking quickly down the stairs to the first floor. He fastened the cufflinks on his left wrist with his right hand and held a lighter in his left hand.

"I found this above. It's Mr. O'Neill's lighter. I saw him using it many times while looking for clues. But when I found Emily, the lighter was still on him. This shows that after O'Neill Sir was here or someone brought a lighter into the building.”

He explained and handed the lighter to Angel, who took it and looked at it carefully before finding the impression about it from the depths of his memory.

When Mr. O'Neill came to the Divination Club for the first time, he took out this lighter several times. But the last time we met, he tried to light a cigarette several times but gave up. So it turned out that it was not that he had successfully quit smoking, but that he no longer had a lighter?

Touching the cold metal surface of the copper lighter, Angel's heart gradually sank. Various signs showed that the deaths of the O'Neill family were probably related to these gangs, and the "Mr. Capin" behind them...

Just as he was thinking about how to tell the other party the results of the divination, Moriarty had returned to the door and turned off the gas lamp, as if he was not worried that the darkness would affect Angel.

"Let's go to O'Neil's house and have a look. There should be no more clues here."

"Do you know where his home is?"

Angel asked curiously as he approached the door.

"At that time, I was afraid that something might happen on the road, so I planned to follow them home before leaving. Although Mr. O'Neill declined, I heard the address he gave when he hired the carriage when he left. I have good hearing and memory."

Shrugging, he opened the door and walked down the steps, back to the lively street.

I didn't expect that this guy's memory is not only used to remember other people's nicknames, but also used in the right place...

Smiling, Angel left the building and thoughtfully locked the door for these gangsters who were not planning to come back.

(End of this chapter)