The civilian areas of the royal capital today were destined to be unrest. A cordon was opened at the entrance of an alley, and agents from the Public Security Bureau had cordoned off the place.
In the alley, Sherlock was squatting next to the body and observing something. He was a corpse demon so his body was as white as a drowned corpse.
There was a sound of footsteps. Sherlock looked up and saw his men running past with breakfast in his hands.
"Your breadfast, Sheriff." His subordinate was also a corpse demon who was of the same race as Dana in Lance's mansion. He handed over a piece of bread and said, "That's all I can buy in this place."
"It doesn't matter." Sherlock stood up and said, "Watson, take a look at the body."
"What's so interesting about this thing?" Watson curled his lips and said while stuffing bread into his mouth: "The deceased was the president of the Monitor Lizard Chamber of Commerce. Sheriff, you might as well pay attention to the thing over his head on the wall behind you instead of paying attention to this body."
Over the head of this body, there was a piece of white paper sealed with fire paint, with a few words written in demon language on it. Watson ate and read.
"Crime: Trafficking in freedmen."
"Penalty: death."
"Executor: Bat Man."
And on the wall, a letter like a bat standard was carved.
"Although I don't know who this bat man is." Watson swallowed the bread: "But it seems that the murderer is quite proud."
Sherlock shook his head and asked, "Is this all you can see?"
Sensing his displeasure, Watson quickly stopped joking: "How is that possible, Sheriff! No matter how to said, I was taught by you."
"Tell me what you found."
"First of all, the cause of death was a single blow through the chest. The murder weapon is unknown." He became serious: "There are no traces of fighting around. Based on the blood analysis on the ground, this should be the first scene. I can infer that the victim is most likely to be attacked by surprise."
Sherlock nodded with satisfaction: "Continue."
Watson continued: "The other thing is the expression of the deceased. His expression is full of shock with pain. It should be that he saw the face of the attacker. The reason for this expression... he should know the murderer. "
"So." He spread his hands: "Look at this place, I think he was probably here to discuss business with some clients, but due to some conflict of interests, the other party killed him."
Hearing this analysis, Sherlock shook his head. Watson suddenly became embarrassed: "Do I say the wrong thing, boss?"
"How many times have I told you that we should pay attention to the body at the murder scene. It can tell us a lot of answers!" Sherlock first pointed to the circle of splattered blood outside and said: "First of all, among these blood stains, half of them are the round shape. Combined with the wound on his chest, it indicates that the murder weapon should be a long-handled weapon. The blood spatter distance should be caused by the blood flingged by the weapon."
Watson held his chin up and agreed.
Sherlock continued: "Then look at the legs of the body. There are obvious traces of soil on the knees of all eight legs. Do you know what this means?"
Watson thought for a moment, and then hesitated to say: "The deceased had...knelt down before?"
"Yes." Sherlock squatted down and lifted up the trouser legs of the corpse. "He knelt down voluntarily. Moreover, he stood up on his own."
"Ah? How can you get this coclusion?"
"There is no trauma to his knees and the soil on his knees is in regular patterns." Sherlock shook his head, "If he was forced to kneel down, his knees should be damaged and the soil on his knees would definitely not be so regular. Look at his hands, the dirt on his hands is the same as on his legs. But if he didn't do it willingly, these marks would change because of his mood."
"Also, this is not like a place where they would discuss business. On the left is the market in Western City and this is a must-pass road. And it is far away from the Monitor Lizard Chamber of Commerce. There was only one fatal wound on his body. You see, his shoes are stained with a lot of dirt, but there is no such dirt around here. Obviously, he is not here to discuss business. Instead, he has received something and then meet someone here."
"That people is someone who doesn't allow him to waste time to change clothes and let him kneel down voluntarily. What can you think of at this point?"
Watson blinked and his expression changed slightly: "Kneel down voluntarily? He...he is a president after all! Sheriff, you mean...this matter may be related with those nobles... .."
Sherlock grinned: "80% yes."
"Then we'd better give up!" Watson said anxiously: "It's all in vain if we check!"
"But we have to investigate." Sherlock sighed, "The superiors have given orders to investigate this case thoroughly! Looking at his crime, it is obvious... that the murderer has touched something terrible."
"But...how to investigate now?"
"First check who the Monitor Lizard Chamber of Commerce has offended recently and who it has been in contact with." Sherlock said: "But I don't think it means much. The murderer chose this place to leave his mark in a formal way just to let more people see it. Notify the warlock. Though we don't know when those bastards will come, they will be busy next. This kind of method means that it will definitely not be the murderer's last case!"
"By the way, check the charges on this note and see if it's true."
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Barbara was extremely serious about treating gold coins. This girl even dug out the safe of that unfortunate eight-legged demon. Lance seriously suspected that she was looking for this thing during the entire night of evidence collection the day before yesterday.
It was late at night when they returned to the mansion. Barbara and Anna went back to rest. Lance returned to his room, but the huge change of furniture in the room still made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He entered the system space. After the daily tasks in the system space was completed, he was not in a hurry to use the gold coins.
Three hours later, he had an account balance of twenty yuan and five levels of experience.
The book obtained from the [archeology] was a book that could strengthen the proud blood strategy.
This time he didn't add attribute points to strength. Sebastian's words made him understand that unless he could strengthen his strength up to a certain bald man, simply getting more strength would not have much effect.
In addition, after discovering that his demon power increased, Lance added points to wisdom and will this time.
Anyway, if he had money, he could unlock more games and level up more, or just buy some experience pills. Although the exchange rate is one level of 10,000 gold coins, which sounded painful and despairing. But the current attribute points were definitely not enough for him to think twice how to distribute.
After finishing all, he spent twenty yuan to download a new plug-in - Watching Display. According to the description, this plug-in allows him to see who is watching him around him. Then he exited the space and fell into a deep sleep.
As for the things he brought back, most of them were piled up in his room before he had a chance to look at them.
At noon the next day, it was Sebastian who woke Lance up.
"Your Highness." Sebastian reported directly after Lance came out: "A detective from the Public Security Bureau is waiting outside and says he wishes to come to you to learn something."
"Public Security Bureau?" Lance was stunned, and then thought that this was an organization similar to the police station.
He felt a little nervous. What? Was he exposed on the first day? But it was impossible. This world didn't have the advanced technology that Earth has, and when Barbara was doing it herself, she checked several times that no one was around. How did they notice him?
But soon he relaxed. Even if the murderer was really found to be him, what else could they do?
"Let him come in." Lance stepped outside and the reception place was still the front yard.