When Lance reached the carriage, Barbara suddenly appeared next to him.
"Done?" Lance asked as he got into the carriage.
"Of course!" Barbara looked proud: "what I brought back has been placed in your room, but..." at this point, her face darkened: "Boss, you tricked me!"
"Hey, you actually discovered it."
"Liar!" Barbara pouted: "I was about to take my share from it, but then I suddenly realized that what you want two 50% isn't you just not giving me any!"
"..." Lance was speechless. You only discovered it when you was about to take?
"Huh! Your conscience must be condemned!"
"No." Lance sighed: "I'm just blaming myself. Sure enough, I still overestimated your intelligence."
"I...I..." Barbara said anxiously: "I don't care, you said I can be shared!"
"Okay, okay." Lance was too lazy to bully this silly succubus: "Go back, I will give you some."
"Keep your word!" Barbara looked distrustful!
"You don't even believe what I say?"
"Do you think someone who just cheated on me has the right to say such a thing?"
Lance shook his head, not bothering to argue with her.
When they returned to the mansion, Jiangcheng and Dana were waiting at the gate. Seeing Lance get off the carriage, Dana hurried over: "Your Highness, the eldest prince's guard just sent a human."
"I know." Lance said, "Arrange a place for him."
Dana blinked: "The same as Miss Anna?"
Lance's heart moved slightly and then said: "No, Anna and the others are guests, but this guy is not. Arrange a simple room and find someone to guard him around the clock."
Although Dana was confused, she still nodded: "Yes, Your Highness."
"Good." Lance thought of something and added: "There must be at least three people guarding that human, and one of them must be a warlock."
Dana was embarrassed at this time: "Your Highness, there are only four warlocks in your mansion, and one of them is the apprentice of Mr. Sebastian. Is is appropriate to ask them do the work of jailers... ?"
Lance thought for a while, and had to admit that she was right. The status of warlocks in the Demon Race was similar to that of magicians in humans. Normally they wouldn't do this kind of work even they were Lance's bodyguards. What's more, they were not Lance's own people.
Lance rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Then tell them that this human is a high-level magician and comes from the same place as Anna. If they don't want they staffs to explode, keep an eye on him!"
Dana seemed to understand something and said with a smile: "Yes, Your Highness."
She gave a few instructions to the people next to her. After a while, Lance saw four warlocks who usually didn't come unless called out, running out from the mansion. The old warlock at the head looked wary: "Your Highness, Your Highness, where is that magician!"
Lance pointed at Dana: "Ask Dana, she is responsible for the arrangements!"
The old warlock suddenly had a begging expression on his face: "Your Highness! Please allow us to strengthen the forbidden-magic chain and set up a magic circle outside his room for that magician!"
Lance was happy. These old guys were so positive. How much psychological shadow did Anna leave on them?
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Early in the morning, the Public Security Bureau cordoned off a large house in a wealthy area. Sherlock dismounted, took a white glove from his subordinate and walked quickly into the courtyard. At this time, crying sounds could be heard and he quickly walked outside a room door under the guidance of his men.
Watson came out from inside and handed over a piece of paper without any nonsense: "Same notice, the crime is still trafficking in freemen, and there is also a bat shape painted on the wall. Sheriff, you guess right, it's the second case."
"Sure enough." Sherlock took the paper and glanced at it, then walked into the room.
"The deceased was the president of the Golden Shield Chamber of Commerce, a goat demon. He was killed with a knife and the fatal wound was on his neck."
"Knife?" Sherlock frowned. He quickly walked to the bed and saw the bed was stained red with blood and a nearly three-meter-tall goat demon was lying on it, whose eyes were closed forever.
Sherlock glanced at his neck and the confusion in his eyes became more solemn: "It is indeed the trace of a knife. But how could it be a knife?"
While talking, he had already walked to the body. He first looked at the body himself, then raised his head and checked the bed. After doing this, he began to look at the room.
"Do you find anything, Sheriff?" Watson asked quietly from the side.
"Strange, so strange." Sherlock held his chin: "Based on the first case, the murderer should have a strong desire to perform. If that's the case, why is the scene this time completely different from that time?"
"You mean?"
"The first thing is the knife edge." Sherlock pointed at the neck of the goat demon: "Rather than talking about the knife edge, it is better to say that it is caused by the dagger. The dagger cuts in from right to left, and the movement is done in one go without any sloppiness."
"Then there is the appearance of the deceased. He was obviously attacked in his sleep. When he reacted, his throat had been cut and he eventually bled to death."
"But..." He looked around: "That shouldn't be the case. Judging from the things left behind by the murderer, he shouldn't be the kind of guy who would change weapons to kill."
"Um..." Watson said in confusion: "How do you know this?"
"Do you remember the scene yesterday?" Sherlock reminded: "There was another circle of blood around the deceased, which was spread by wielding weapons. Do you know what this means?"
"I don't know."
"It means that the murderer did it deliberately, in other words, it is a common mistake made by novices. Anyone who does these things will use the fastest and easiest way to deal with the blood on their weapon. For example, they may use their elbow wiping the weapon, but rarely use the method of wielding because it will waste a little more energy, and it is easy to not wipe it clean."
"What does that have to do with novices?"
"Many novices like to do this because they think this action is cool. But they completely ignore its practicality. Now these two crime scenes give me a completely different feelings."
"Different feelingS?"
"That one is done by a novice who committed the murder and left too much information that could be investigated. This one is done by a veteran. The only thing we could examine was the corpse."
"Does that mean this scene is useless?"
Sherlock glanced at Watson and said with a slight dissatisfaction: "Remember, any scene is useful! For example..." He walked to the bed, pointed upward: "There, find a ladder and go check it out."
Soon, two men moved two ladders, and Sherlock and Watson climbed up. Looking at the dust in front of him, Sherlock asked, "Can you see anything?"
"There's nothing here but dust." Watson looked depressed.
Sherlock shook his head: "Many times nothing is also a clue."
With that said, he pointed to a high window on the beam, "Go there and have a look."
The people below moved the ladder, and they reached the high window.
"Sure enough, here it is." Sherlock laughed. Under the edge of the dusty window, there were a few relatively clean places as thick as a finger.
Watson's eyes suddenly lit up: "The murderer came in from here!"
Sherlock nodded: "Yes, he should have come in through here." He reached out and fiddled with the high window, only to hear the window squeak, so he frowned again: "Strange."
Watson was a little confused: "What's wrong this time?"
"The route is wrong." Sherlock looked at the beam from this window, and then looked at the bed below the beam: "Yes! The route is wrong!"
"Can you explain clearly?" Watson was so confused: "What route?"
"This place is at least seven meters away from the ground." Sherlock pointed to the window: "And this high window is only three meters away from the beam. Judging from this mark, the murderer should not be big. The beam completely allows him to stand down. Below the beam is the bed of the deceased. The window would obviously make a sound. Let me ask you, if you are the murderer and the high window would make a sound, will you choose to kill him directly or choose to move to another position to hide yourself first?"