Chapter 63

However, just as he followed Sergeant Greenton and walked out of the room to close the door, he suddenly found that the fog crow in his coat pocket jumped out directly, and got into the room just before the door closed.

Although there are many things to figure out, it is obviously impossible to put everything down and communicate with the fog crow now.

Immediately, the two of them went around the next few rooms and searched carefully, but found no other clues.

"We can only wait until tomorrow for the rest of the evidence collection work"

After speaking, the two returned to the door of the room just now, and listening to Sheriff Greenton's words, Yago once again sensed the location of the Mist Crow following that wonderful connection.

Um?

I can't perceive the specific details, but Yago can be sure that it is farther away from me than before.

Not in the room? where is it going

Yago pushed the door open with a little doubt.

However, Yago couldn't help being taken aback by the scene that followed.

The corpse is still there, but at this moment, a big hole has been opened in the stomach.

Dark red blood continuously flowed out of the ruptured abdomen.

Sergeant Greenton also saw all this. He widened his eyes, turned his head and rushed to the guardrail, and shouted at the police officers downstairs:

"Which bastard did it!? Damn it! Who told you to dissect the body!?"

The police officers downstairs were completely confused, but Sheriff Greenton's anger was also obvious. Several people rushed up and saw the scene in the room.

Then, a group of police officers could not help covering their mouths.

Not because of the tragedy of the dead.

It's just that their stomachs were cut open. It's not uncommon for the dead in gangsters' fights and homicide cases to have their heads and hands cut off or even cut off at the waist. It's just that a broken stomach makes them feel uncomfortable at most, but the "from the heart" on the face of the deceased "'s smile made them shudder.

Only Sergeant Greenton, who often assists in handling cases in the downtown area, frowned slightly.

However, based on Hals' understanding of him, Yago felt that his frowning was because of the "destruction of the body".

Under Yago's gaze, Sergeant Greenton fell silent after confirming that no one in the police force had done anything to the corpse without authorization.

Ten seconds later, he turned his head to look at the police officer who was guarding the door just now.

Yago, who had been observing Sergeant Greenton's reaction, followed his gaze and looked at the man.

joram.

In Halls' memory, this person was a temporary police officer, not an official establishment of the police station, that is, a so-called temporary worker.

The other party also seemed to be thinking about something. After seeing Greenton's gaze, he just nodded indiscernibly towards the other party.

Seeing the nodding motion of the other party, Yago also understood one thing.

There is a high probability that this person is a Extraordinary.

And there is a high probability that it is "Broken Gear", the Extraordinary of the Church of Steam, after all, this is Arabella.

As the headquarters of the Church of Steam, Broken Cogs should have the same status as the Thorn Tree in Cartesia and Bassatona.

It must have something to do with stability maintenance organizations like the police.

At this moment, Joram returned from his contemplation, and his gaze swept around.

Yago shifted his gaze silently, trying to move away before the other's brass-colored eyes met his own.

However, it was too late.

The eyes of the two met.

"What's the matter, Mr. Holes?"

The other party's expression looked quite normal, but the staring at him completely showed that he had been watched.

"Just a look"

Yago's heart was awe-inspiring, but he didn't panic. He raised his finger to the window and spoke in a doubtful tone as he was prepared:

"Joram, was that window open?"

Because of Yago's words, he, Sheriff Greenton and other police officers all looked at the window.

A gust of salty wind blew through the window and entered the room, bringing a chill and the smell of blood to everyone.

Sheriff Greenton walked around the body and went to the window:

"Is there blood here?"

As the master of the culprit, Yago, who probably knew what happened, also walked over. He stood beside Sheriff Greenton in front of the window, showing a thoughtful expression in the eyes of everyone:

"When the sheriff and I left, although there were wounds on the deceased's body, there was definitely no such big breach."

"The time when the body was destroyed was when the sheriff and I left and checked the surrounding rooms until we came back. Did the murderer open the window and return?"

Imitating Hals' impatient temper, Yago paced around restlessly:

"Why did you deliberately destroy the skin on the abdomen? Is there anything on the abdomen that will reveal the identity or other information? Or is there something hidden in the abdomen? The murderer ran back to get it on purpose?"

Regarding Yago's speculation, Sergeant Greenton also nodded, and he thought so too.

Then, his gaze turned to Joram again.

Yago, who seemed to be casually looking at the window, noticed Sheriff Greenton's gaze.

Repeat several times, and cast your eyes on the same person at the first time. In this case, it is either doubt or trust.

A police officer, and a temporary assistant police officer, not a relative or a detective, trust?

Is it really an Extraordinary?

Yago became more and more vigilant in his heart, and the spiritual mist gathered a little tighter, completely suppressing the idea of ​​using spiritual vision to size up the other party.

And the few police officers beside Joram also began to recall whether the window had been opened before. When the result of whether it was opened was given, Joram was still carefully checking the traces of the window. Eye color returned to brass.

After about half an hour, the various police officers continued to divide up their duties, finished the confession and cordoned off, and began to move the corpse. When preparing to transport the corpse back to the autopsy room for further investigation, Yago Finally found a chance to leave.

After graciously inviting Sheriff Greenton to a traveling troupe to watch a play but was rejected, Yago bid farewell to Sheriff Greenton, wrapped his police coat tightly, and headed towards his destination alone.

As he leaves, he switches to a third-person free view.

As the pages of the book turned, Yago's perspective rose from the back of his head.

No one follows.

Because it was already night, and walking on the road with sparse street lights, Yago scanned it several times and finally confirmed this point.

but

The Mistcrow hadn't returned yet.

Because he was worried that he was still being followed, Yago didn't make any changes.

Pretending to drop coins from his pocket, Yago used the Gambler's ability——

Gambler's fallacy.

When picking it up, Yago glanced at it.

King portrait, success.

No luck.

After muttering in his heart, Yago used his skills.

[Detection check = 72]

[Detection Check = 87/25]