Chapter 947 Water Control Wand

Joan said "regret" on his lips, but his inner emotions were more complicated than this.

He admitted that Josephine was very suspicious, but he didn't want to believe that she was really the mastermind behind colluding with the boggards to kill his compatriots, and he didn't want to personally arrest the countess who had been taking good care of him.

Pinkerton glanced at him, perhaps seeing the entanglement in his heart, and sighed deeply.

"Failing to catch this cunning woman will bring a lot of trouble to our subsequent investigation. The longer the time drags on, the worse it will be for us..."

"Joan, I have to work hard on you tonight. We can't go back, so as not to alarm some people who may be closely related to the case. Do you understand what I mean?"

Joan nodded slightly. If Mrs. Josephine knew that he and Pinkerton saw what she did, she would probably flee overnight, and there was not much time left for them to hunt down the suspect.

After all, Pinkerton had rich experience and could hold his breath. He was not in a hurry to find Mrs. Josephine's whereabouts. He went back to the edge of the wetland to observe the traces left on the scene. Afterwards, he let out a breath and smiled.

"Joan, have you noticed that there is one thing missing here?"

"Mr. Pinkerton, are you referring to the carriage that was originally parked here?"

Joan noticed that the carriage that Mrs. Josephine and Billy Donald came in was no longer in place, and only a few wheel tracks were left on the scene.

"That's right, judging from the ruts, Josephine probably took advantage of the gap when Donald was controlled by the boggard man, quietly returned to the carriage, and drove back the same way alone."

Ted Pinkerton showed Joann the ruts in the ground with his walking stick.

After Qiao An observed carefully, he found that the rut did show traces of turning back the same way. He had to admire Mr. Detective's eyesight, and he deserved to be a high-level ranger who is good at tracking.

"The traces at the scene show that Josephine was not in a hurry to escape from Hot Spring Town, but turned back the same way. We can draw two inferences from this."

"First of all, those sweet words that Josephine said to Donald Jr. were all lies. She didn't want to elope with that playboy at all, and she was more happy to go back to Hot Springs to marry David Kaufman and become the 'Hot Spring Palace' hotel the mistress of a scandal, not the heroine of a scandal."

"It can be seen from this that Josephine is not stupid at all. In the name of 'running away', she lured little Donald out in the middle of the night, purely to send him to his death."

"Secondly, judging from the behavior of Josephine driving back to Hot Spring Town, she probably left before we showed up to prevent the Boggard from hunting Little Donald, and she didn't know that she had revealed her fox tail. It is undoubtedly good news.”

Joan nodded, fully agreeing with Mr. Detective's analysis of the current situation.

"Mr. Pinkerton, what are you going to do next?"

"In order to avoid alerting the suspects, we can't bring Donald Jr. and the boggard back to Hot Spring Town. We can only sleep in the wild tonight. Joan, do you know the magic of setting up a temporary camp? We need a rest and A 'safe house' for prisoners."

"No problem, I'll cast the spell right away."

Joan opened the spell-casting material package, took out a crystal bead, and immediately cast a spell on the edge of the wetland to create a "shelter hut".

Pinkerton was not idle either, first he found Gudella who was injured and unconscious, and applied medicine to his abdominal wound, so as not to continue to lose blood and endanger his life.

The police dog Carl found Billy Donald and kept yelling. Finally, the playboy, who was so frightened and paralyzed that he dared not open his eyes, came back to his senses. He followed Carl into the "shelter hut", and thanked Pinkerton and Joanne for their help. kindness.

"Let's not talk about polite words, Mr. Donald, you are the key witness in tonight's case. We need you to stay here temporarily to assist in handling the case. This is also to protect your safety. I don't think you will object to such an arrangement, right?"

Pinkerton lit his pipe, took a deep draw, and fixed his sharp eyes on Donald Jr.

The playboy, who was still in shock, shuddered in fright at his words, and quickly asked, "Mr. Detective, can you guarantee my safety?"

"As long as you don't leave this magic house without authorization, I guarantee that you will not suffer any harm."

"That's good, that's good!"

Little Donald sat down on the ground, leaning against the force field shield, looking tired.

Pinkerton held the pipe, turned around and walked up to Joan, and said in a low voice, "Brother Joan, I'm going to be away for a while, you and Carl stay in the hut and keep an eye on Little Donald and those two bog men, but Don't let them slip away."

"When will you be back?" Joan couldn't help asking.

"I went back to town to find two old friends, and one of them is the town's sheriff, Sergeant Grayson."

"By this time, the case has basically been sorted out, and the arrest will be involved next, and the police must be called in."

"If there is no accident, I will be back before dawn."

Joan nodded knowingly.

Ted Pinkerton is just a private investigator who can investigate cases independently, but has no law enforcement powers. If he needs to arrest a suspect, strictly speaking, the police must come forward to assist him, which is considered legal procedure.

After the confession, Ted Pinkerton hurried out of the "refuge hut", rode on the phantom horse, and galloped towards the town.

Joan took Carl around the cabin.

Billy Donald had endured too many frights that night, and now that he escaped death, his tense nerves relaxed, and he fell into a drowsy sleep not long after.

Guadela was stabbed in the abdomen, lost a lot of blood, and was still in a coma.

Gumoduo was hit by the "loss of senses", deaf and dumb, was firmly bound by the "spiritual net", and lay straight on the ground, like a mummy.

Joan rubbed the police dog's head and whispered in its ear: "Carl, watch them carefully."

Cal shook his tail, his alert eyes showed that he would never let his guard down.

The night was dark, time passed by every minute and every second, and there was silence inside and outside the hut.

Joan had nothing to do, so he took out the white bone staff that he had snatched from the elder Gumoduo, and drew the No. 4 rune Ansuz on the smooth head of the staff with a pen, analyzing the spell attached to the staff.

After some appraisal, Qiao An confirmed that the stick was filled with 10 rounds of energy, and every time one round of energy was consumed, the 4-ring spell "Manipulation of Water" could be activated. After the energy was exhausted, it would be automatically recharged the next day.

If you don't mind the slightly scary appearance of the bone wand, this is a "water control wand" made with standard enchanting techniques.

The body of the staff is made of a whole pale vertebra, and a sub-dragon skull is fixed to the head of the staff. The skull cavity is filled with clay and coarse salt particles. After being baked at high temperature, the intracranial filling is hardened into coarse pottery.

Coarse pottery has a loose and porous texture, and many coarse salts the size of corn grains are inlaid in the pores. This structure can easily absorb water vapor, so the skull always looks damp.