Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 98

Near dusk, the streets of Iron Cross were full of people, the noisy atmosphere of the market was blowing towards us, and the hoarse voices of hawkers selling fresh and cooked food on the street made passers-by involuntarily slow down and lean towards them.

On this chaotic street, it would be difficult for a carriage to move. The nighthawks had no choice but to park the hired carriage at the street corner, get off and walk to the target location.

Klein had already regained some strength in the car, and was looking at the passing pedestrians vigilantly.Before he moved to Daffodil Street, he lived in a nearby apartment. Even now that the housing conditions have improved, he often comes here to buy some cheap cooked food, and he keeps due vigilance against the poor and chaotic Iron Cross Lower Street.

"Watch out for thieves."

He quietly reminded Angel and Leonard who were traveling with him.

"do not worry."

Leonard didn't care. He pulled one side of the windbreaker to reveal the holster around his waist. The brass receiver of the revolver and the delicate handguard were exposed. The police emblem on it was highly recognizable.

In an instant, the greedy, doubtful and vigilant eyes moved away from him, and the surrounding eyes staring at the three well-dressed outsiders were reduced by half.

"Be careful too..."

Klein looked at Angel, who was still unconscious, until she suddenly realized, and buttoned the hood of the windbreaker, blocking the rest of her sight.

But soon those gazes moved towards Klein again, making him worry if any of them recognized him as "the Moretti family guy".

You don't know me, you don't know me...

He murmured silently in his heart, lowered his head, followed Leonard who was in the lead, and Angel who followed closely behind, passing between street vendors and pedestrians, praying not to be seen by people he knew.

Fortunately, the lively street was not long, and they soon came to a three-story house.

"This is the building, the second floor, on the left."

Leonard stopped in his tracks, checked the information in his hand again, and then entered the apartment through the open corridor door.

Klein finally entered the corridor. He looked around and found that this apartment was worse than the one he had rented before. There was no gas lamp in the corridor, and it was only illuminated by the sunlight from the entrance; the walls were mottled, revealing the cracked bricks underneath; wooden stairs It creaked and seemed to break at any moment, causing people to fall to the next floor.

Stepping on the rickety stairs to the second floor, bypassing the unwashed public bathroom, the three of them stood by the door of the room on the left.

"咚咚-"

Angel knocked on the door.

"no one there?"

After a long time since no one responded, Klein asked.

Seemingly not expecting this to happen, Leonard frowned and knocked on the closed wooden door again.

This time the door was opened from the inside.

"Who are you?"

Behind the door was a short woman, wearing a simple linen dress with an apron on the outside, her brown curly hair was tied behind her head by a headband, her hands were wet with some soapy foam, as if she was washing clothes just now.

Seeing three well-dressed men and women with serious faces outside the door, surprise and a trace of anxiety appeared on her face.

"I am Inspector Mitchell from Tingen City Police Headquarters. We are here to investigate the death of Val Ellison. The sheriff of this street is late, and the three of us can only investigate first."

Leonard took out the inspector's badge that he took off in advance when he entered Iron Cross Street, hung it on the outside of his windbreaker again, and said with a serious face.

"Sheriff Beachy Mountbatten, do you know him?"

Klein added on the side.

"Yes... yes, this is Alison's home, sir, please come in, I am... Miss Granger, why are you?"

When the brown-haired woman heard the name of the notorious sheriff in this neighborhood who liked to punch and kick suspects at the slightest disagreement, her expression visibly panicked. She hastily opened the door and let Renner De entered the room.

But then she saw Angel following behind, and exclaimed.

"You know her?"

Klein looked at Angel curiously and asked.

"Her name is Trommy, Cole... the handy girl my cousin hired before, and she also cleaned clothes by the way, I didn't expect that she lived here and knew her..."

Halfway through Angel's speech, his eyes widened.

"Val Ellison is your father?"

Her gaze turned to a brown-haired woman called Tromi.

"...Yes, I live with my father and brother, who was buried ten days ago."

There was a hint of sadness on Tromy's face, but it was quickly replaced by confusion and anxiety. It seemed that she was more worried about the intentions of the police officers in front of her and her future life than the death of her relatives.

"Buried..." Leonard pondered, turned to look at Klein behind him, saw that the other party nodded indistinctly, and then continued: "It's okay, let's take a look at the location where he died, please show me the way .”

Wiping the soapy water on his apron, Tromi nodded silently, walked through the living room with old furniture, messy tables and chairs but full of life, and came to the outer one of the two bedrooms.

There are two single beds on both sides of the bedroom, one of which is covered with futons and the other is empty.

Without Tromi's introduction, the three Nighthawks gathered around the empty bed.

The deceased has already been buried, and the interval of more than ten days, the divination effect may be very poor...

Klein frowned and looked at the empty bed board, thinking about how to obtain useful information.

"My brother would go to the bar every afternoon to work as a guard, and he didn't come back until dawn. When he got home that day, he found his father lying on the bed with his hands on his chest... He used to have chest pains, but we saved some money last month, so that He bought some medicine, and he is already much better, unexpectedly..."

Trommy whispered beside him.

"Did he leave anything behind? The ones he used often, clothes, or bedding?"

Leonard suddenly interrupted Tromy.

"What? Ah...sorry, his sheets and quilt are still there, but not his clothes."

"Bring them in, please, and resurface them as they were, we need to...well, revisit the scene."

Tromi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the inspector badge on Leonard's chest, he pursed his lips, went to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, took out the folded bedding from inside, and put the They were re-spread on Val's bed.

Bringing Tromi back to the living room, and after whispering a few words, Angel went back to the bedroom alone, closed the door, and looked towards Klein.

"Are there enough of these items?"

"It's been too long, and the bedding has been cleaned. I'll try my best."

If you go to the gray mist space for divination, the effect will definitely be better, but it is impossible to do it in front of the two of them, especially Angel, the "Queen" of the Tarot Society...

Klein hesitated for a moment, but decided to try using dream divination.

Angel took out the dagger, sanctified it with a simplified ritual, and then built a spiritual wall that closed the bedroom. Klein sat on another bed that should belong to Tromi's brother, half leaning against the head of the bed, and outlined the ball of light. Quickly entered the dreamland.

In the hazy mist, images surrounding middle-aged men appeared one after another.

He gritted his teeth and carried the goods, clutching his chest from time to time, gasping for breath.

He red-faced and red-faced bargaining with the fishmonger in front of the fish vendor.

He looked sadly at his daughter who left early and returned late, and his son who left early and returned early.

He was slapped by a slender palm stretched out from behind while he was queuing to collect his wages.

He clutched his chest in pain under the crimson moonlight, trying to open his mouth to call for help, but finally closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)