The red moon returns

Chapter 43 Rhine City Investigator

"I don't like it here, I really don't want to go in."

Looking at an inconspicuous small yard not far away, Officer Natalie stopped, leaned under the tree on the street, and said with a gloomy face.

This is the junction of the King District and the Gray Fog District. It is an old courtyard. The door number of the Rhine City Investigator is hung on the door number of the courtyard wall.

You can smell the smell of ink from a distance, mixed with the thick smell of soot. Under the gushing steam, the huge mechanical noise in the factory was deafening, and bundles of newspapers were pushed out from inside from time to time.

"I completely understand that no public servant likes the media." Lynch shrugged and added silently that it was the same in any era.

"People from these newspapers always focus on the details of our actions, as if we are thugs, and are always ready to magnify small things. No matter what the case is, once they are involved, it will become extremely troublesome."

The police officer kicked a small stone away with a dull sound, and it hit the fence door with a crisp sound.

However, something seemed to have been disturbed this time. There were messy footsteps in the yard, and four men quickly ran out of the door and rushed towards Natalie and Lynch.

Lynch frowned slightly and put his hand into his formal suit, but was held down by Officer Natalie.

Then I saw a group of people passing by the two of them without even looking at them, shouting loudly: "Quick, quick, Qingmai District, Mole Street, bloodshed."

"The execution of the land enclosure order encountered obstacles. Two farmers refused to sell their land. Lan Yi started beating people. After a while, he wrote like this, "Quick, quick, quick, where is the carriage."

The noisy running farce of a group of people ended when the carriage arrived from behind. Lynch raised his hand to wave away the dust in front of him, shrugged and said: "It is indeed annoying, but having them supervise may not be the best idea, but at least it is not a bad idea. idea."

"Hmph." Officer Natalie said dullly, "It's useless to convince me. They treat us as if they have seen the enemy. They will never answer our questions honestly. I think visiting us directly to ask questions is purely It’s a waste of time. Didn’t you think you needed to use other methods before?”

"But the situation has changed. It is confirmed that Donnie Nutton is a reporter here, then we are investigating the murder of their employee. The reason is very good. They dare not hinder our investigation at this time."

The police officer bit her lower lip and thought for a moment: "But, do we really need to investigate the cause of their death now?"

Lynch smiled, without even taking out his notebook, and said quickly from memory: "On May 5th, Maya and Downey disappeared. On May 11th, a female reporter suspected of Maya asked Martha to bring a bag of mysterious filth. A very thick bag of photos for Downey. On May 5, Downey died when he went to Bessie's prop shop for help. I think there is reason to suspect that Downey died because of this bag of photos. And on the 13th, they disappeared, 5 These photos appeared for the first time on the same day, and there is also reason to suspect that the disappearance of the two people is related to these photos."

The police officer nodded: "That makes sense."

"Any behavior will leave clues. Even yesterday's strange objects can be traced back using Mrs. Bessie's special method, not to mention these photos." Lynch whispered, "Two days after they disappeared and those photos happened. The contact and the time are very tight, so it is very likely that the things they did before disappearing are related to this, and those things are likely to leave clues at the workplace.”

"But this can only find out their deaths. It may not have anything to do with the Square Massacre and the Best Tunnel case."    "On May 5, I heard the newsboy shouting about the case related to the Best Tunnel. Normally It is said that the newspaper should have been printed on the 14th. With the timeliness of this daily newspaper, the published manuscripts should not be backlogged for too long. There is a high probability that they disappeared after submitting the manuscript on the 13th. So the last piece of work before they disappeared... …”

The police officer's eyes lit up and she lowered her voice and said, "Investigate the tunnel incident and then write a manuscript. So that's it, you...you can actually connect these."

"I also learned it from an inexplicable place. It's just pure association and inference. It only provides one possibility at most." Lynch shook his head and said, "There is no basis. Maybe these are just coincidences in time."

"Lynch, I told you before, don't think I'm just talking casually." The police officer stared at Lynch and said seriously, "In the mysterious world, the causal relationship is distorted by the power of dreams, and every seemingly coincidental All events may be connected by distorted causal relationships. If anyone intends to believe in coincidence, please prepare for the funeral in advance."

Lynch remembered that he heard Officer Natalie make similar remarks the day before yesterday, but he didn't have the same experience, so he turned around and forgot about it.

"I understand, don't worry, I have entered this world, and I will remember it this time."

The police officer stared into Lynch's eyes, confirming that he was not perfunctory, and then showed a satisfied smile: "Besides, you can't wait for the evidence to be given by the gods, you have to find it yourself. Hum, just go in, we force them to hand over the evidence. come out."

With that said, he pushed open the newspaper office's fence door and walked straight to the four-story building deep in the yard.

"Come on, the speeding Whale has lost contact. The whereabouts of the forty-eight crew members are unknown. It is suspected that it encountered an unusual storm."

"Mrs. Lanner and Mr. Billy appeared on the golden beach together. They behaved intimately and their suspected relationship was exposed."

"A mild earthquake occurred in the Carlos Mountains. No casualties have been found yet."

As soon as he entered the hall at the entrance of the building, he saw several waves of people running past, shouting and running towards the printing workshop with roaring machinery on the other side.

Looking over, people in the entire hall were moving at a trot. The sound of rapid footsteps and the ding of typewriters mixed together, filling the hall with an atmosphere of urgency.

Fortunately, the young girl at the front desk did not run away. When she saw Officer Natalie flashing her badge, she took them to the reception room on the first floor and poured them black tea. Not long after, a man wearing a The bald middle-aged man in a gray cloak was ushered into the reception room by her.

The middle-aged man's expression was full of doubts. He reluctantly shook hands with the two of them. Without even sitting down, he stood and asked, "I am Donald, the editor-in-chief of the Investigator. Are the two police officers looking for me?"

"Donny Naton is your employee, right?" The police officer pointed her gaze at Lynch to take the lead. Lynch nodded and asked, "I don't know if you have received the news. Unfortunately, he had an accident yesterday and has passed away. We now suspect that his death is related to an important case, and we need to search his office. We hope you can cooperate, take us there, and answer some of our questions."

Lynch said it very politely, but the confusion on Editor Donald's face became even more intense:
  "Donnie is indeed our employee, and there is no problem in taking you there, but... aren't your colleagues searching? He is still upstairs, why are you doing it again?"

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  　It's too late, it's too late, I forgot
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)