Mage Joan

Joan also applauded in the crowd, sincerely admiring Mrs. Josephine's performance.

"It's a nice song, and it plays well, making people happy to hear it."

Although he has no artistic talent, and he does not know how to appreciate musical works and performance skills, but his ears will not lie, what is good is good.

Professor Moriarty didn't applaud and said sullenly: "This frivolous genre... In my opinion, it is more appropriate to change the name to "The Merry Widow Ballad"."

It is hard to say whether she decided to return to Professor Mr. Huo because of hearing the mockery of her ex-boyfriend. Mrs. Josephine thanked the audience and then sat back on the piano bench, declaring that she would play a "harmonic" and improvise. The tune is composed and sung, and is dedicated to an "old friend".

...

My friend, Mokaviti

Mokavetti, unpredictable mystery

He is a brilliant wise man

A villain

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Violating all regulations

Contempt for morality

Mokavetti, silver hair fluttering

Thin body, handsome face

Eye sockets are deeply sunken, eyes closed

He shook his head and smiled

Like a cobra

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Desperate monster

The devil in human skin

Looks like a good man

But I know he cheated by playing cards

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Both evil and wisdom, unparalleled charm

...

The keys jumped at the fingertips of Mrs. Josephine, playing cheerful and playful notes.

The touching voice is accompanied by impromptu lyrics, which makes the party atmosphere more lively and cheerful.

While listening to Mrs. Josephine's singing, Joan couldn't help but peep at the tutor's face.

Although the protagonist’s name in Mrs. Josephine’s song is “Mokavetti”, he certainly can hear it, but this is only a small blinding method. In fact, this song is specially sung to Professor Moriarty. .

Professor Moriarty's expression is quite complicated, and sometimes he sighs and smiles bitterly. He seems helpless to the joke conveyed by his ex-girlfriend through the piano tone and singing voice.

After Mrs. Josephine sang this song, she declined the audience's request for return with warm applause and returned to Mr. Kaufman.

The band succeeded Mrs. Josephine in dance music, and the people returned to the dance floor and danced gracefully.

As the atmosphere of the ball gradually reached its climax, heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, and two men in police uniforms broke in, immediately attracting people's attention.

Joan was also attracted by the commotion at the door and curiously forgot the past.

Two young patrol officers stood guarded at the entrance of the hall with a straight face, and then a middle-aged man in a trench coat and a cap came in.

Joan noticed that this uninvited guest was carrying a cane, exuding magical aura, apparently a magic weapon disguised as a cane, and after activating the spell, it would become a sword, or a magic crystal gun, Then it is unknown.

Mr. Kaufman also noticed the unexpected arrival of visitors, and quickly gave his son a glance.

Harry Kaufman nodded and hurried forward to stop the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Gleason, welcome to the ball, I thought you threw the invitation into the trash can again."

Sheriff Gleason, the sheriff of Hot Springs, raised Harry's eyelids and glanced at Harry. He said lightly: "Look at my casual clothes, you should also be able to tell that I am not here for the ball."

The smile on Harry's face was a bit stiff, and he seemed at a loss.

"Mr. Gleason, I don't know how I can serve you?"

David Kauffman came over in due course to negotiate with the sheriff instead of his son.

"I know I'm not popular on this occasion, Mr. Kaufman, so I won't disturb you for a long time. I came here this time to try to prove you a case."

The Sheriff said straight away.

"Please speak."

"In the last two weeks, has a guest named Harel Lancashire checked into the hotel?"

David Kaufman frowned and murmured: "I have no impression of this name... Mr. Sergeant, I have been busy preparing for the wedding this time, and everything about the hotel was given to Harry. ."

He turned to look at his son, and said to the next man, "Go and bring the reservation book of the last two weeks, and ask Mr. Sergeant to look around."

Harry Kaufman nodded again and again and ran outside the door.

After a few minutes, he ran back gasping, holding a thick register.

"Father, Mr. Gleason, I have inquired at the front desk. There was indeed a Mr. Lancashire staying in my hotel some time ago, but he left last weekend. He walked very abruptly, did not check out, and had no carry-on luggage. take away."

Sheriff Gleason nodded thoughtfully, without saying a word.

"Mr. Sheriff, can you tell me what happened?" Josephine came over and asked.

"Good evening, ma'am, I didn't want to sweep your interest, but since you asked, I can only tell the truth."

The sheriff took off her hat and nodded to Mrs. Josephine.

"This afternoon, my patrol found a dead body of a middle-aged man near the swamp. The body carried a gold-plated pocket watch with the name of the deceased on the inside of the case. It is probably the person who once stayed in the "Happy Palace". The hotel, and then Mr. Harel Lancashire who left without saying goodbye."

"Judging from the traces of intense fighting remaining on the scene, we have reason to suspect that Mr. Harel Lancashire, died of murder."

The sergeant sullenly expressed his case coldly.

It seemed as if a stone was dropped on the calm lake, which stirred up the turbulent waves. The dance hall fell into tumult and turmoil due to the bad news brought by Sheriff Gleason, which caused fierce discussion.

"Oh my god! This is really unfortunate news!"

"In just two months, this is already the third murder case, which is really unbearable!"

"Are rumors of monsters wandering in the wetland forest, are they all true?

"Who is right? After all, there have been so many murders, but the shadow of the murderer has not been found."

"Unless people are willing to admit the reality that the police are incompetent, they can only blame the murders on the monsters that have disappeared without a trace!"

The guests who gathered around were also amazed and had a lot of discussion.

Joan stood in the crowd, listening to the sheriff, the Kauffmans, and the guests at the scene discussing the case, guessing the murderer, and his eyebrows gradually tightened.

Recalling Ms. Betty's ding before she left, Joan faintly felt that the murder was not accidental, but more like a chain of serial murders.

"Happy Palace" Hotel, and even the entire hot spring resort, behind the glorious appearance of singing and dancing, there seems to be a strange and dangerous mist, which is quietly spreading...

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