Mystery: The Star Key

"Mystery: Key of the Star(

Igna adjusted his sitting position a little, and when he looked up, he saw Jennings standing at the door.

He walked very fast with a cane in his hand, but he still walked like a soldier, even if he looked a little embarrassed, half of his body was wet from the rain, and his trousers were a little muddy, and it seemed that he accidentally tripped, Still like a soldier.

Jennings hung his hat on the door, nodded to Igna, and went straight to his room.

Seeing this, Igna stood up and asked loudly, "Did you forget to bring something?"

"That's it." Jennings' voice came from the room. "The standard forensic tools at the Severas Field are not suitable for me. I'll come back and get my own toolbox."

"Need help?" Ignatius asked. But as he spoke, he stood up and packed his bags. First of all, the first thing he did was put the portable high-grade crystal ball box in his pocket.

Then, he also quickly checked the occult items used for simple ritual magic.

When Jennings came back just now, he was in a hurry, but Igna still saw a trace of solemnity in his expression.

Then, the "opportunity" that requires him to take the initiative is clearly in sight today

"No, I've found it." Jennings hurried out of the room with a cane, carrying a box the size of a piano case. He turned to Igna, who was obviously ready to go out and smiled, "Thank you, Schelling."

"Let me help you." Igna said and picked up his top hat. There is also an umbrella by the door, "I have finished writing today's manuscript, it is raining so hard outside, you have taken so many things, you must need help."

Jennings seems to want to shirk. Igna has already walked to the door and turned back to Jennings: "I insist on helping. If it's because of inconvenience, let me leave after I'm sure you've joined the others. ."

Ignatiusly repeated Joshua's words before he left last time: "Recently, it's best not to go to remote places by yourself."

Jennings was stunned for a moment, and smiled gratefully: "Okay. Let's go together, the driver of the taxi is waiting for us below."

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Today's Backlund is in a haze of clouds and mist.

Ignatius and Jennings went downstairs together and got into the carriage that was waiting quietly in the rain.

"Did it happen again?" Igna asked softly.

Jennings shook his head and did not directly answer Igna's question, but said, "I can't make such a judgment until I see the scene."

But even as Jennings said that, his expression showed what he was really thinking.

"You're right." Ignatius continued following Jennings' words, "I was the one who was abrupt."

Jennings smiled and shook his head again, "It's okay."

Then, he suddenly smiled and winked at Igna, and said, "If you want to write a detective novel, you must remember to write this sentence of mine."

"Although Beckland's police officers are the foils of detectives in detective novels, in fact we are all very professional." Jennings said.

"Okay, don't worry." Igna nodded with a smile. Probably infected by Jennings' smile, the nervousness of going to the scene of the crime was virtually eliminated.

"You don't seem to be very nervous?" Igna made a little joke and joked, "This is the first case you will face after taking office. Moreover, today seems to be the first day you report to the police station. ?"

"Yeah, I'm not nervous." Even when he was sitting on the carriage, Jennings was still sitting upright. He turned his head and smiled at Igna. "How can people who have been on the battlefield be afraid of such a scene?"

Igna was stunned, and then recalled Jennings' original occupation. Although Jennings maintains the military style, there is still a lot of bookish air in his eyebrows and facial features. Moreover, he always maintained an optimistic attitude and always had a smile on his lips. This made Igna subconsciously forget about it.

Jennings smiled at Igna: "To be honest, there is only one dead person that the forensic doctor needs to face. And there is only one dead person, which is much better than the corpses that I have seen everywhere."

"Of course this is not to excuse the perpetrator. All those who take other people's lives at will are unforgivable. It's just that in the face of the dead, the healer has his own attitude." Jennings's tone was calm and calm, like all medical students Same.

"So, is your leg also injured in the war?" During the conversation, the atmosphere between the two gradually relaxed, and Igna also asked a question that he was embarrassed to ask before.

"Yeah, I was shot. Although it was cured, I also left some disabilities." Regarding his scars, Jennings said it very easily, as if he was telling someone else's story. Jennings patted his right leg, "If it wasn't for this leg, maybe I'd still be on the battlefield."

"Of course, there is no war anymore. Haha." Jennings said while winking at Igna, "After the war, every time I prayed to the goddess, I prayed for 'world peace'. There should be no more wars in this world.”

As Jennings spoke, he drew the late-night stars in his heart, and sincerely prayed on the spot: "Thank the goddess for bringing us peace."

Igna smiled, and along with Jennings, drew the prayer gesture of the Church of Fools on his chest, and said sincerely, "Praise Mr. Fool."

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In a relatively lighthearted atmosphere, Igna noticed that their carriage was heading towards an increasingly deserted street.

Igna looked at the road with fewer figures, and once again felt that Backlund was really too big.

If it hadn't been for following Jennings this time, Igna would not have known that there was such a deserted place in the Chorwood district of Backlund.

After Jennings paid in the name of reimbursement~www.readwn.com~ Ignat held an umbrella for Jennings in one hand and Jennings' toolbox in the other, and came to the blockade by Backlund police. before the scene.

Ignatius, who was carrying a toolbox, was stopped by the police. When Jennings was about to explain, he heard another person say: "Let them in."

Igna looked at the source of the sound, and it turned out to be Joshua. Joshua, who was wearing a Backlund police uniform, was tall and straight, looking particularly sturdy and handsome, and Ignatius almost couldn't recognize it.

Joshua put away the unlit pipe and waved to Igna and Jennings.

"Why are you here?" Joshua looked at Igna first.

"Help Jennings carry the toolbox." Ignatius saw Joshua's disbelief, and then added honestly, "I guess it's probably the fifth crime scene. This time it's not every case. Did the victims travel alone to remote places? I'm a little concerned that Jennings came by himself in a carriage."

Hearing Igna's words, Joshua, who was a little irritable, suddenly looked at Igna and Jennings with a subtle look in his eyes.

After a long while, he gave an "um" and said, "Okay. Then you are Jennings' assistant. You will say the same when someone asks you later."

"Okay." Igna nodded.

"Then, you have to remember that you are a novelist, not a journalist. Wait for anything you see, you can't tell anyone else until the case is closed. Even if you want to write a story, you have to wait until after the case is closed." Joshua instructed, "And you can't write bad words about the Backlund police."

"Okay." Igna agreed, dumbfounded.

"Okay, let's go up now, there is still a lot of work to do." Joshua patted Igna and Jennings on the shoulders and walked quickly ahead.