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Looking at the head on the table, after the crowd's screams of shock, the Thornes' cries followed.

"Nichol! My son..."

Nichol's head had a look of horror, as if he had seen something incredible. There was surprise and fear. Judging from his expression, he must have seen the killer's face before he died.

Becky nudged Eric, as this kind of autopsy work should definitely be left to him.

"Eric, go take a look."

Eric glanced at Donald, who was trembling behind him, and gave a helpless expression.

"In this situation, someone has to lend a hand!"

Becky glanced at the security team soldiers again, feeling somewhat helpless. These guys were reacting too slowly, with no sense of rhythm or responsiveness in this situation.

"Captain Jasper, please help my teammate take care of young master Donald. He's a doctor and can examine the deceased's condition."

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After hearing Becky's words, Jasper finally reacted.

"Hey, what are you all looking at? Protect young master Donald."

Eric slowly approached the head on the table. With his physique, he wasn't really afraid of poison, but he was afraid that the other party had hidden some curses or magical traps in the deceased's head. If these traps weren't handled properly, Eric would also be caught.

After carefully checking the head to make sure there were no curses or traps, Eric began the autopsy.

After Eric finished his analysis, Becky spoke.

"I think we should check his room first to see if we can find the other parts of the body."

Upon hearing this, Captain Jasper and Klein and the others quickly rushed to Nichol's room. Seeing the door tightly locked, everyone's hearts beat faster.

Jasper kicked open the wooden door, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards them. A large amount of blood was splashed everywhere in the room, almost dyeing the entire room red.

As a blood mage, Eric naturally understood at a glance that for a human's blood to create such a splashing effect, all the blood in that person's body would have to be drained.

"The blood has been drained to have this effect."

Becky walked into the room, and at her feet was a severed arm. She picked up the arm and looked at it.

"The body was also completely torn apart by hand. A very explosive and cruel killing method, which does fit the avenger's persona and psychology."

After tidying up Nichol's body, everyone returned to the hall, the atmosphere somewhat cold.

Captain Jasper saw Mrs. Celia staring at him and immediately felt his hair stand on end, quickly explaining.

"My soldiers and I have been watching the entire manor very well. We rotate patrol personnel every 2 hours, and absolutely no one has broken into the manor."

Mrs. Celia's face became even colder.

"If no one broke in, why was Nichol killed?"

At this time, Eric spoke up.

"Perhaps the person who did it is someone from the manor? The so-called avenger, could it be a servant? Someone from the security team? Or perhaps a member of the Proteni family?

They could all be the murderer, or the so-called avenger, and compared to outside intruders, they have more concealment and opportunity to commit the crime."

This time, even Klein couldn't help but give Eric a thumbs up. Clear thinking, logical reasoning, thumbs up.

Klein also thought so, but he couldn't say it in this environment. Klein didn't like arguing with stubborn and difficult people, as it would make him very tired, and Mrs. Celia looked like the most stubborn and difficult person to talk to.

"What are you saying? Some things can't be said randomly." Mrs. Celia looked at Eric somewhat fiercely.

"Yeah, how could it be someone from inside the manor?" Some servants echoed.

Becky stood up.

"Mrs. Celia, my teammate is just stating a possible scenario, and I think what he said makes a lot of sense. Now everyone in the manor is a suspect."

Jasper from the security team was silent at this time. He didn't dare to directly contradict Mrs. Celia like Becky and Eric did.

Celia's face was a little gloomy, perhaps feeling that Becky and Eric's words did make sense, and she didn't continue to refute Becky.

"I think we can use the process of elimination to rule out each other's suspicions. First, the three of us should have been with young master Donald, Miss Gaye, and Miss Agatha all afternoon, so we can rule out suspicion first."

Jasper said, "Our members are all in groups of 4, and we rotate in teams, so there's no chance to act alone. And in the meantime, we've been guarding the outside of the manor, not entering the villa!"

The butler Seth glanced at Mrs. Celia, and after seeing her nod, he directed the servants, saying.

"Each of you should state your actions this afternoon, and be more detailed."

With the butler's instructions, the servants began to describe their alibis for the afternoon.

Only three servants didn't have alibis, but Becky stepped forward and tested them. Their bones were very fragile, and their muscles were very lax. They were all ordinary people, and it was impossible to tear apart someone with cultivation talent with their bare hands.

The butler, Seth, nodded and added, "The servants are all in groups of three, and they can basically vouch for each other. Unless they're all in on it, it's unlikely they're the killer.

As for myself, I was chatting with Mrs. Celia this afternoon and didn't leave her side."

Now, only the Thornes and their daughter remained. Seeing everyone looking at him, Thorne said somewhat maniacally.

"I can't possibly kill my own son, can I? I've already lost two sons. Are you all mistaken?"

Looking at Thorne, Becky also shook her head. In this state, it's basically impossible to find anything out.

Mrs. Celia pressed her temples, seemingly losing interest in everything.

"I'm tired. Help me back."

Two servants and several guards pushed Celia's wheelchair away.

After Mrs. Celia left, Becky, in cooperation with Jasper, began to question all the servants in the manor one by one.

This kind of questioning and investigation continued until after 10 p.m. Some servants were already yawning, extremely sleepy.

During this time, Klein stayed by Agatha's side, trying to prevent any more accidents.

Agatha, who had been watching Becky's questioning, also felt a little tired. She patted Klein on the shoulder and said.

"What happened today was really terrible, Klein. It's too late, I want to go back and rest."

Klein nodded. "Okay, I'll take you up."

After escorting Agatha back to her room, Klein moved a chair and sat down in front of her door.

After a while, Eric and Becky also finished their work, and after escorting their respective protectees back to their rooms, the three began to exchange information.

The communicator developed for Jay's Society, whether in terms of battery life or stability, is better than the military's batch. Communication between them, including Klein and Lilith, and Joe, basically has no problems.

"This way of doing things, there's no way to sleep well!" Eric complained first.

Klein also felt a little棘手(jíshǒu - thorny/troublesome), and he also expressed some of his judgments.

"Without even hearing any movement, I don't know how the killer did it. There was no sound, nor any magical fluctuation. I don't know what kind of mage, or special ability user, could possess such an ability."

Eric chimed in:

"That dismembered guy had a very surprised and terrified expression, so he probably knew the killer. So I think the killer should be someone from this manor, maybe it's a self-directed act."

"Becky, have you found anything on your side?"

"No, I've questioned all the servants carefully. The aura they give me feels very weak. I didn't feel any obvious strong individuals, and there were no problems with their behavior, demeanor, or answers."

"No clue at all! Forget it, let's rest for now. If we can't find the killer, I'm afraid we won't be able to rest well this week."

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After hanging up the communicator, Klein took out the mechanical beehive that Wick had given him. Because of the time, he only had 3 worker bees and 1 soldier bee in his hand now.

But that was enough. Their mission was to protect the three heirs of the Proteni family, which meant that even if the matriarch Celia died, it wouldn't matter to them, as long as they kept an eye on the three young masters and misses.

The 3 worker bees could just check the situation of the three targets. Although it was a bit like peeping on others, it was all for the sake of the mission and the safety of the targets.

Klein opened the beehive, and 3 mechanical worker bees flew out.

Because the bedroom doors were well sealed, the worker bees couldn't get in. Klein could only let them look at the situation from the windows outside.

Fortunately, Donald and Agatha's windows weren't closed tightly, and the worker bees easily flew in. As for the second young lady, Gaye, the worker bees could also see the general situation from the window.

The images transmitted back by the worker bees would be displayed on Klein's beehive. Although the images were small, they were completely sufficient for reconnaissance and surveillance.

After confirming that the situation of the three targets was relatively stable, Klein relaxed some crystals and rubbed arcane crystals in his hand.

After Vanilla Stone +10, his mana recovery efficiency had improved too much, so unless it was a very dangerous situation, he needed to keep himself in a state of consuming a little mana at all times to avoid waste.

At 2 a.m., this was the time when ordinary people were sleeping the deepest, and most people had already fallen into a deep sleep.

With Klein's current strength, even if he didn't rest for several days in a row, it wouldn't have any impact. At this time, he was reading an arcane book, trying to expand his knowledge base as much as possible.

On the periphery of the manor, the security department's guards were taking turns patrolling. Although they were also yawning, they still completed the basic tasks as required.

On the other side, in the temporary mortuary set up by the security department, the bodies of Barry and Nicole were lying there quietly.

Suddenly, Nicole opened his eyes. His body, which had been severed, was gradually connected by a kind of black thread, restored, and turned into a mummy.

After the body was reconnected, the mummy Nicole looked at Barry's body next to him, opened his mouth, and made some "crack, crack!" sounds, as if adjusting his jaw.

After confirming that his body was completely restored, Nicole gradually placed his shriveled palm on Barry's heart.