Chapter 969 Prison Break

For a warlock, a richer pedigree means richer potential and broader development prospects.

Joan is not a warlock, but he can use a unique method to replace the warlock profession with his own mage profession and cast the bloodline spell of the warlock.

From this point of view, use Harry Kaufman's blood to strengthen yourself. If you are lucky enough, you can transplant the supernatural ability "shape change" of the "half-shaped monster" to yourself, and fiddle with it. It's fun to come out and play.

But Qiao An was a little hesitant. After all, this is "near-source strengthening", and there is still a little bit of risk. In case of bad luck, the strengthening fails and his body collapses, it will not be worthwhile.

Just as he was weighing the risks and benefits, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Joan quickly put away the blood sample, turned around and opened the door.

He originally thought that it was the tutor coming to inspect, or Mrs. Josephine visiting, but there was an unexpected man standing outside the door.

"Uh...Mr. Pinkerton, what do you want me to do?"

"Why, don't you welcome old friends as guests?" Mr. Detective held his signature large pipe with a tired smile.

"Then why, please come in, what do you want to drink? Coffee, black tea, or watermelon juice?" Joan hurriedly invited the guests into the room.

"Don't bother me. I'll leave after sitting down for a while. There are still many things to be busy." Ted Pinkerton waved his hand, signaling Joann not to be polite.

Joan poured a cup of tea for Mr. Detective, and asked in confusion, "The serial murder case has been solved, what else do you want to do?"

Pinkerton sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I thought so too, but just last night, there was a new change in the case."

"What's going on?" Joan asked in surprise.

"Harry Kaufman was put in a cell after pleading guilty yesterday, but this morning, Gregson told me...he escaped from prison."

Qiao An was stunned when he heard it, and it took a while to regain his sense of reality.

"You mean, Harry Kaufman has escaped?"

"To be precise, he was rescued by someone." Pinkerton took a deep breath, "After I got the news, I rushed to investigate. Judging from the traces left at the crime scene, it was probably in the early hours of this morning. , someone sneaked into the cell and took Harry Kaufman away."

Joan naturally thought of a question: "Who will save Harry Kaufman..."

"There are no traces left at the scene for tracking, and I can't tell who did it. I can only guess that this person is probably by our side, and he is our acquaintance." Pinkerton smiled, "First of all , I definitely didn’t do this, and I don’t think it’s possible that you did it, as for the others, I’m not so sure, so I came here to talk to you.”

"Are there any acquaintances around us?"

Following Mr. Detective's train of thought, Qiao An quickly checked all the possible perpetrators one by one. Finally, a cold and hard face stayed in his mind.

"Mr. Pinkerton, Sergeant Grayson seems to have always taken good care of Harry Kaufman. In terms of relationship, the two of them are uncle and nephew, right?"

Pinkerton heard what he meant and shook his head slightly.

"Greyson is indeed suspected of committing the crime, but he has no time to commit the crime. Last night we stayed at the tavern in the town and drank until dawn."

Mr. Detective exhaled a string of smoke rings, and then analyzed the escape case last night.

"It is true that Gregson has a deep affection for his cousin's son, but he values ​​his professional ethics more. Based on what I know about him, it is unlikely that he will do anything that knows the law."

"Taking a step back, if Grayson really had the motive of helping Harry Kaufman escape from prison, why did he persuade him to confess his guilt?"

"Your analysis is very reasonable. In fact, I don't want to doubt Sergeant Grayson. He is an honest and good man." Joan sighed, "If it's not Sergeant Grayson, who else could it be... this person Sneaking into a heavily guarded prison in the middle of the night, without alerting any jailers, and taking Harry Kaufman away without anyone noticing it, is quite a feat."

"For ordinary people, it is really difficult to rescue a serious criminal from prison, but for spellcasters who are good at teleportation spells, this is not a problem."

Pinkerton exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, his eyes became a little erratic.

"Hot Spring Town, after all, is only a small place, and the prison attached to the police station does not have a barrier specially set up to prevent teleportation spells, which gives some people an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Mr. Pinkerton, from what you said, it seems that you already have someone to suspect. That person...is he also a mage?"

Joan had a faint sense of foreboding.

Pinkerton nodded, and said with a half-smile, "You actually know the person I suspect, and they have a very close relationship."

"I don't understand what you mean." Joan avoided his gaze.

"Really don't understand? It's okay, I'll sing you a song I learned from the countess, and you'll understand who I'm suspecting."

Mr. Detective put down his pipe, cleared his throat, and began to sing seriously.

The singing voice that has been smoked for many years is a bit hoarse, but it is not unpleasant, and the words are clearly pronounced, and the voice reaches Joan's ears.

...

my friend mocavity

Mocavity, Unfathomable and Mysterious

he is a wise man

also a badass villain

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

transgress all laws

contempt for ethics

...

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

hopeless monster

devil in human skin

...

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Both evil and wisdom, unmatched charm

...

While humming, Ted winked at Joan with a meaningful expression.

Joan couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted his singing coldly.

"Stop singing, it's impossible!"

The singing stopped abruptly, and Pinkerton shook his finger at the young mage seriously.

"My friend, anything is possible."

"Do you have proof?"

"I have no evidence, otherwise I wouldn't just sing a song for you here."

"Since there is no evidence, what's the point of you saying such nonsense to me?" Joan asked angrily.

"Just to remind you, my boy, of your mentor."

Ted Pinkerton put on his hat, rose with his pipe, and gave Joanne another last smile.

"My young friend, there will be a period later."

Joan watched Ted Pinkerton walk out of the door, his figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the boulevard, and his mood could not be restored for a long time.

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